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 Mar 2013 Roni Shelley
Ann Beaver
So you'll realize
I don't make sense.
What usually happens:
they lose interest.
An inside-out umbrella.
A stained iron.
An oven-fridge on the roadside.
 Mar 2013 Roni Shelley
George C
Softly step through to
A world unguided to few
Experience truth
When I come they see reflections.
They smile and pay attention.
For I am what they know lies inside.
Then they go back to their busy lives.
Nobody takes the time to find
out. Who's the bread and
who's the wine.
In my backyard
there is a bunch of
empty
flower pots.
 Mar 2013 Roni Shelley
Anai Munoz
So little time
For the hurt to heal
Its all to much
That I can not bear
Let it all end,
I beg now and then
Yet the suffering continues.
 Mar 2013 Roni Shelley
Anai Munoz
Driven by emotions
Stalled by fears
Drowning in troubles
Ending in Tears
I dont know i just randomly thought of this?
 Mar 2013 Roni Shelley
Anai Munoz
Being alone is never hard
But rarely easy.
Suffocating
In the silence of the world around you
that exists inside the walls you built
So strong, not even you can break them
Even if you tried

Trying to find a way
To talk to people you know wont listen
Because of the world you built so secluded
and the lonesome you created
In neglecting others when they were actually there

Ive realized it time to stop the blame
And turn it on myself
Because it is i who made this whole mess
That eventually backfired
always having  finding excuses to be alone
Thinking i had no one
And knowing i needed no one
But my self

I was wrong.
Drag on the cigarette
Where would you like to lie?
Do you believe you deserve that pillow
The grass suits us better

Take a drink
Ill dig up my hidden wine
We will warm through our throat
Through our veins

See you, you've hurt me many times
So don't lecture me.
Ive chose my poison
Time for us to drink
This is who I am
I try hard, hard as I can
My only dream
Makes me want to pull my hair and scream

The future lies right here in my hands
If only I could spread my wings and fly
But Dancers don't dance they get drunk and cry

Maybe one day there will be a sliver lining
Maybe one day my soul will stop crying
But for now I'll keep trying, trying, trying

Until my soul stops crying
Until I see the sliver Lining
Until I stop dancing and start flying
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