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 Nov 2016 Poetic Eagle
Traveler
As a parent of sound mind
I instilled the need to be kind
To stand up tall and show respect
The way I was taught more or less

The streets are plagued with dark desires
A cold rainy haze of muck and mire
Where dreams of youth are put to rest
As a parent I had tried my very best...

I wrapped you in protective arms
Sheltered you from a world of harm
Squeezed you tight until you burst
As a parent I am the worst...
Traveler Tim
The little girl
and her father
Her father was the goner
He was drowning in the water
She was crying on the side
She's got no one to lean
She's leaning on the wind
Her mother was a goner
Goner with the wind
Now she leans on the water
She leans on the wind
Now her heart isn't cotton
Her heart isn't pink
Her heart is ice cold
Her mind is sinking
Now she's the queen
Now she's the king
Held by two pairs of wings
She stood on the bridge
In silence and fear
For the demons of darkness
Had driven her here

They cut her heart
Right out of her chest
Making her believe
That the demons knew best

They were always there
Sometimes just out of sight
Waiting in the background
Till the time was right

These demons were destructive
Knocking down the life she knew
Hating everything about her
She hated herself too

These demons can't be seen
But they're far from fairy tales
They live inside your mind
Their evilness prevails

So on the bridge she stood
About to end the fight
Then she stopped and thought
I'll fight them one more night
Alone in my head,
I'm feeling so low,
You wont understand,
No one can know.

My eyes are so tired,
I can't sleep at night,
Your face haunts my dreams,
When I turn out the light.

It happened so suddenly,
It happened so fast,
I knew all at once,
That none of this would last.

Was I just a game?
Was this all just for fun?
Did my feelings matter,
To anyone?

"This didn't mean anything",
That's what you said,
As I was so shamefully,
Getting up from your bed.

I held my head high,
As I walked by your side,
Tears welling up,
I was dying inside.

Weeks have passed,
Keeping secrets, telling lies,
I don't have the strength,
To look either of them in the eyes.

My heart has been broken,
Not once, but twice,
Once by my best friend,
Once by the love of my life.

Deep down inside,
I know it's my fault,
So I'm just going to lock it,
Away in my vault.

Sometimes I still think of you,
When I'm lying in bed,
Still all alone,
Inside of my head.
Thank you to Earl Rynn Wagner for helping me open a piece of my heart and giving me help to write about it.
sometimes just sometimes
when i'm up i start to frown
because i start to wonder
if the up is worth the down
She exited my life without evening saying goodbye
I try to refrain but tears stream out my eyes and I begin to cry
I shouldn’t but I want to die
I want to grow wings so I can fly
Fly far away but I know that won’t stop the memories
To get her back I’d  pay countless fee’s
She was the queen of amazingness
Now she’s gone and I feel lifeless
She didn’t judge me on my past
Now I fear she’ll be the last
For the rest of my life I’ll wear a cast
Around my heart, until I pass
I wish I could’ve talked to her one last time
Hold her close and call her mine
Now my eyes have lost their shine
I try to forget my sorrows by drinking wine
I’ll settle for feeling fine
Cause right now my heart is dangling on a line
I need her to come and save it
Cause it’s falling apart bit by bit
She’ gone and I’m falling apart
My poor broken heart
Why she had to go
I don’t know, she wouldn’t say
If I killed myself tonight, what would you do?
Meant to be a questions from someone you love more than anything else.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001, a sad day in American history a day of grief and mass lost. A day of confusion and fear. A day where more than fear itself was to be feared.
 The September 11 attacks killed 2,996 people and injured more than 6,000 others. Deaths included 265 on the four planes, 2,606 in the World Trade Center and in the surrounding area, and 125 at the Pentagon. These deaths were cruel and unnecessary. These people died early than they had to. 40 brave men and woman took down a hijacked plane to stop it from possibly crashing into the white house or the capitol building, where congress was in session that day. A total of  44 people died on that plane, that includes the 4 hijackeres. A memorial was built for all the deaths on that day but it will never be enough for the people who lost their friends and family.
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