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 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
Traveler
Vaguely I recall
My thoughts before the fall
A world view
So wide yet dim
A simple conformance
To a world I was living in

And you
Chemically produced
Passion induced
Love was real
As real as a pill
Oh how I remember
The thrills

Our eyes
So bright and wide
Midnight moons
Amplified
Endless summer skies

Hearts entwined
In temporal bloom
Sat in stone
And doomed to ruin

Quickened
In love's embrace
The fires were fed
In flesh and lace

Memories infused
With the essence
Of gods
But in the end
Love was just a facade...
Traveler Tim
have you ever thought
about how you could just end it all
all of the stress
the pain
the grief
the misery
have you ever thought of how
how you could end it all
with the least amount of pain
the least amount of suffering
just pop a few extra pills
let them take over your body
without you even noticing
until all of a sudden
your legs go limp
and your vision goes dark
and you get dizzy
and suddenly
you're too weak to stand
and you're lying on the floor
unable to move
your organs shut down
and you hear yelling from across the house
someone yelling to stop
all you hear is the sound of feet
hitting the floor at a hard
rapid pace
getting louder and louder
then you hear a high pitched sound and it doesn't stop
it keeps going
like a heart monitor
after a heart stops
but it's too late
too late to stop
too late to turn back
too late to change your mind
and suddenly
everything goes black
it's all over
after all,
this is what you wanted right?
In her smoke, a heavy burn
Leaving him thirsty and parched
She taught a heavy lesson to learn
That loving her and her alone,
Is a church bell ringing above an alter dark

"Church Bell" -JP
I am red or blue,
silver or black
and you see purple and gray
I can be a liar,
I can be the biggest fault,
Knocking houses down
Maybe I get what I want,
But like an empty loft
I echo with footsteps
Even when they're soft
But never when you're there
You soak me up
You were never a quitter
And I'll fight all night
Because like you, I'm not
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
Jamie
It seems that time
Like a thousand things
Leaves us with soiled
Broken wings
To tick onwards
Towards that every growing
Light
To fly into the abyss of
That unending
Night
Where do i belong?
in this cold dark world
she wonders as her arms slowly curl

Where do i belong?
in this unhappy place
she asks as she cries to the sky

Where do i belong?
in this miserable life
she cries ,to the beating heart, she holds inside

Where do i belong?
in this facade of emotions
she asks the mirror on the wall

Where do i belong?
in this terrifying mind
she wonders as she imagines her future

Where do i belong?
in this awful illusion
she imagines as she ends
the future of the unknown
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
Ana Leal
I'm as young as I'll ever be
yet I feel senile
as if I was an ancient ruin -
full of mysteries and longing
but that could, at any moment,
crumble.
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