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reflectionzero Apr 2014
When I wake in the morning
The emptiness of my room deafens me.
I rise from my bed,
And feet never touch the floor.
My stomach pangs
My head bangs,
And I float.

When I wake in the morning
I have thoughts of you
I fall back asleep
Pull up the sheets
And pretend that they were true.

When I wake in my madness
I wish I would eat.
For I am a fool  
And it is our sadness,
that makes us complete.

-r0
reflectionzero Apr 2014
"there's a darkness about you"
my grandmother said.
I reached into my heart
it was weighted with lead.

"I guess she's right"
I thought in my head
I stay up all night
I talk to the dead.

"I care too much"
I thought to myself.
sadness the crutch
when there is no one else.

"Set it on fire"
she said to see
life is a liar
that's blind to me.

-r0
reflectionzero Apr 2014
hello there,
nighttime sadness
I see your pain
and I bleed for you.

Should the cold wind of this world rattle your bones,
Know that you have warmth in my thoughts and words.

-r0
reflectionzero Apr 2014
x
I like reading all of these poems by hopeless romantics.
Swallowing the objects of their affection.
I like it because I've already been digested and **** out by you.
You're so lovely.

-r0
reflectionzero Apr 2014
oz
follow the shallow skipped stone
you're off to see the blunder
the wonderful fury & cause

Branches black wound thick
Around the face of truth
Spin it till you're sick
Build it to the roof
Smoke it to ash
Burn it to hell
Trade it for cash
Cover the smell.

Ashes to gashes, Lust to Husk
You may have passion but not my trust.

-r0
reflectionzero Apr 2014
I'm red.
black pulse, unsaid.
in-between
living
&
dead

I am blue.
struggling true
in-between
the old
&
the new

I am a color and a light.
a spiral out of sight.

I am a promise
both broken and mended
I am a story
both begun and ended

I am a lie.
a bird in the sky
a song sung
a noose hung.

I am a smile.
a walk for a mile
a knife in the side
a law to abide.

I am a tear.
the loneliness you fear
the path you travel
a pavements gravel.

I am you.
pieced together with glue

you are me.
the reflection you avoid to see.

-r0
reflectionzero Apr 2014
smear a smile on for me, doll
makeup those pretty
crimson lips and stars
bleeding mascara
skeletal grin.

-r0
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