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Within me, the beauty I found,
echoes not from my mind, unsound.
Within me, the beauty I found,
comes from her whispers, so loud.
Into madness, I descend.
For I seek the words,
I cannot comprehend.
Do I? Am I?
Maybe they'll excavate underneath my temple
To find the beauty lying beneath the destruction that life has left
Let my worshippers know that I forgive them
For when they pillaged my temple they set me free
Life makes you stronger
 Jan 2016 Rana Pratap Nandi
Dee
#3
 Jan 2016 Rana Pratap Nandi
Dee
#3
I am torn between loving and unloving you;
Burning bridges and closing doors
Or jumping into the void
And perhaps;
Learn how to fly.
Darkness covered the skies,
While my body was restless with the tides.
I tried not to wait for the sunrise,
Because, it just reminded me of your eyes.

I remember holding you in my arms,
While surrendering to the stars,
Hoping to never fall apart.

The touch of your hand with mine,
The smell of Calvin Klein,
The taste of cherry wine,
Intoxicating me inside.

I didn't see this in cards,
Or the rolling dice in our hearts.

I imagined a future,
With the definition of forever.

But, now I see-
We were never meant to be.

When tomorrow comes,
Without the taste of ***,
We will find someone.

Now it is time for me to go,
And leave this pain for the runaways-
So, Goodbye, my Summer's Day!
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
Seeing the flames
   Burning everything in there wake
             Taking my soul down too
   I can't take all this
       For God's sake
    Like a sidewalk massacre
Everyone has to stop and stare
        Watching all the blood drip
    But none of them really care
           Gotta get a grip
I know this life ain't fair
         Trying to balance my thoughts
    On a tight rope of razor blades
Getting sliced up on the inside
      No matter which choice I make
Whether or not I know they lied
           I'll always know they're all fake
   And it's a shame
           That it's always a game
     With no way to win
Or start over again
         Without being the only one to blame
 Jan 2016 Rana Pratap Nandi
oni
i know
what i should be saying -
something
along the lines of,
"how dare you
take advantage
of my heart".

but instead,
i find myself
pleading,
"please,
come back once more
and take
all i have left".
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