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ac 7d
everyone loves a good joke
so here’s something funny
everyone finds it so easy to open up to me
they tell me there deepest secrets and sufferings
their agony and pain
i never asked for it to be this way
to know these things
to be trusted with everyone’s pain
it’s driving me insane
all these secrets i have to hold
at this point i don’t want to grow old
i have to hold my pain inside
i’m supposed to be strong
and make sure the others
don’t try to die
it’s so not fair
i have more horrors than all of them combined and multiplied
i keep it to myself
be sure that no one knows
i’m the only one to trust
but i don’t trust myself
i don’t know what it’s like to be whole
i’m the therapist
always alone
on my own
until someone needs me to hold
i don’t want to grow old
not like this
between heaven’s harsh hiss
and hell’s sweet bliss
i have to whisper my secrets into the abyss
everyone loves a good joke!
isn’t it funny
everyone needs me
but i’m the one in need
Strolling in a labyrinth of bleeding hearts
with ghost orchids whispering forget-me-not.

Along a path paved with celestites,
the Queen of the Night unfurls by the labradorites,
with the crown carried by Firecrests,
as Lorikeets glide beneath the sky, enthralled
by the harmonious rhapsodies of the nightingale.

The sanctum — a rosette of Angel's trumpets,
alluring Snowy Egrets as Snowdrops embrace the sunset.
This is a symphony of Birds, flowers and rare stones.
sadguy 7d
I once held fire in trembling hands
A name that bloomed like spring in sand
Now silence sings where songs had grown
And I walk this world alone

Your face once clear in twilight's grace
Is lost in fog I can't replace
You visit still in dreams I keep
A whisper drowned in restless sleep

I do not speak the reason why
But something shattered in July
The sun fell cold the moon turned pale
And love became a lonesome tale

I try to live I try to be
A man unchained from memory
But every street I wander through
Still echoes soft with thoughts of you

Your laughter’s ghost it haunts the air
But I forget the way you stare
Is this how hearts begin to mend
By letting go of how it ends

I do not hate I cannot blame
But tears still rise when I hear your name
I’m moving on it hurts it's slow
And yet I think you’d want it so

So if you pass me in a crowd
Don’t stop don’t speak don’t say it loud
Just know the love I could not show
Still walks beside me as I go
It hurts to see my mother's face,
To which I know I've brought disgrace.
She doesn't know the battles I hid.
Pains upon seed of her own flesh.

Blood for blood.
Sins of the saved.
One more hit, then I'll fade.

My soul isn't for this world.
I'm a sheep wearing flesh,
in a world of wolves wearing shiny masks
I'm consumed within,
I become like my captures.

One more hit delivers me.
I think I've lost my divinity.
I'm not different, am I?
Maybe that's really why;

It hurts to see my mother's face.
I danced with the devil,
he could really cut a rug.
Couldn't sway me though.
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