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 Feb 2016 Pushkar Mishra
DET
By:D.E.T

All day behind these walls
Watching tiny spiders crawl

The time I've waisted is becoming a big regret
I shall never forget

Behind these walls no one knows what's happening
Someone can be examining
So, they can practice the damaging

But behind my walls
You'll see a lot of empty halls
But on walls you'll see my lyrics
And as y'all go y'all are gonna see the difference
As you see my spirit
You'll hear it
"Save me before
I cause a war"

Between myself
And you'll see how I chase perfection with two broken legs

Walls will be surrounding by you
Till you get the clue
Of who I am for real

If you try to run away you'll be capture
And it'll let you go till you read every chapter

In behind this walls
You'll see how I tried to repaint
The pain
With a pen

Why do you think I keep that warning sign for?
So, don't get covered up with fear and roar

Cuz when you finally
Hit the empty
Room
You'll think I need a therapy

As you see a pile of profiles tilted
"The ****** Business"

"To be continued...."
Copyright © 2016 D.E.T All Rights Reserved
Paper plane high above the clouds
Soaring - Flying - Wind

Paper plane shoots into the stars
Soaring - Flying - Wind

Paper plane too high to see all the tiny people, tiny places, tiny faces, tiny problems
Soaring - Flying - Wind

Paper plane high in the stars, moon, sun, & clouds.
 Feb 2016 Pushkar Mishra
Karan
There's a war within blue ocean
And there's velvet colors in the sky
Its not the usual jungle campfire
Just warm your bones, lie besides

Warm your gaze, look at the stars
Come home, you are not so far
Love is like the violent tides
Low at day and high at nights

And we'll sing out the songs
We wont fear for the dark
We will live for some time
We will be dancing to campfire

Come now you come, along me
Walking hands in my hands
When we'll reach the other side
We know we would be friends
to school
with me
today
...



**SHOW
AND
TELL
?
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
Woke up in anger
Could not fathom why
The earth spun around me,
Why didn’t I die?

A stomach of *****
And a bottle of pills
Entwined with a death wish
Why wasn’t I killed?

I’m still in this bed
My face is the same
The primary difference
Is inside, I’ve changed

My stomach is fried
My headache, fair game
I shake and I cry
The whole world, deranged

From under these covers
My conscience is drowned
My thoughts turn around
Fatality bound

How do I get out?
How do I escape?
I’ll try it again,
For THIS is my sake.

Bottle after bottle
Relinquished the room
Discovered, and empty
Death, my perfume

Day after day
In this house of regrets
My mind and I fester
Alone and a mess

Blood on the walls
And dirt on the floor
Uncensored and raw
My heart on the door

If THIS is demise
And THIS is defeat
I’ve tumbled from lies
The truth came to meet

The parents all wonder
Just what they did wrong
The cause of my slumber;
So silent so long

Yet, everything differs
Although you can’t tell
I’m trying it sober
Unquenchable hell.
It’s nothing but a party in my head today with all these dead, nonexistent people rattling around. . .
Enter at your own risk. ;)

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
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