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It's that hour again,
guilt sets in
because I am
awake.

Insomnia seems to be my only ally
lately,
comforting me with her consistency
like an old lover.

I feel safe here in my lonely cocoon,
here in my head
here in my heart,
again.

This unexpected world is
of my own making,
that's a hard pill to
swallow.

Spent from wrestling demons
and
waiting for a silver lining,
endless hope
dying.

If someone knows the code
or can cut my cord,
would you please indulge me
kindly?
 Dec 2014 Roxanna West
Joanna
Dear heart, don't cry,
There's a difference in what it feels like to fall and fly,
Your pain is an allusion caused by pure confusion,
Please remember how precious you are.
© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved
 Dec 2014 Roxanna West
Tupelo
Ashamed of my complexion,
Ashamed of all the words,
Ashamed to show my innards,
Ashamed of all the long nights
and the actions that took place,
Ashamed of the women I fed empty promises,
Ashamed of every goodbye,
Ashamed by the way it all played out,
Ashamed of the confidence I carried,
Ashamed of the crown I wore,
Ashamed of the mirror,
Who am I,
and what is left of me?
They say we all die twice. The day we expire. And the day the last person who really knew us, says our name for the last time. Though I am but a single servant of fate in the most insignificant of ways, I strive to love what I can in this world of so few decent moments. I try to be true in the midst of our cosmic riptide that brought me to the edge of my own free breath. My time is but a instant. Here or there in this world of never ending time, I no longer believe in a linear existence. I am born and dead and young and old all within my own single space. Life is hard to comprehend when the squeeze of a trigger ends a life and even the truest form of love doesn't survive a fortnight. With this epiphany, I strive to only be a shadow because without acknowledgement of self, I neither live nor die. I am but spectral observer, budding anew at end of all things.
 Dec 2014 Roxanna West
mads
Carry me to the edge of the world
I want to see colours as I fade.
Shake me free of all the shackles
As you leave me behind...
Shake me free of all this wisdom;
The torments of my mind.
Carry me, as I breathe heavily,
To the edge of the world...
Carry me; I want to die.
I have no idea what this is or why, but enjoy my mind.
 Dec 2014 Roxanna West
mads
I had never thought about little things until now, until I had become displaced and detached. Little things like the scratch of grass against bare feet and the little crunch noise that undoubtedly breaks the blades of grass... But natures green carpet always bounces back immediately. Perhaps the noise of tree branches, being tangled, tortured and embraced by strong southerly winds in the middle of a steaming hot summer, should have held more importance to me back home. The art of appreciation and great-fullness  is so easily lost amongst the concepts of time, greed and the incomprehensible human need to succeed.
 Dec 2013 Roxanna West
Austin B
You.
You persuade my lungs to breathe for a purpose.
An instantaneous drop of perpetuation.
The thought of my eyes opening
and your smile not there to pluck hearts from my mind
puts a black cloud of deterrence over my soul.

I am yours.
You may think you know how I feel.
You may think that my love has a limit.

I am afraid.
I am afraid you are wrong.
With every

kiss.

With every

hug.

It makes living that much harder.
To hope.
To hope our script has been written together.
To hope.
That I'll be there,
Waiting for you on the other side of the darkness.

I rather not look upon another persons eyes ever again,
and tell them the simple three words,
that have driven me to a chaotic perfection
because I would not be able to.

not be able to love.

Someone.
As much as I love,

You.

But there is one last whisper.
For if our script does not have us in the final act,
it will still have been.
And that is worth more than a thousand heavens.

For when my lips laid upon yours for the first time,
it was a beautiful poison that has been forever placed into my heart.

— The End —