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Savanna Noelle Aug 2016
Every path I take leads me nowhere
When where I want to go is home
I wish that I could choose the right way
I'm sick and tired of being alone

All my friends and all my family
All those I ever cared about
They lie awake at night and miss me
But I can't reach them by this route

All my ghosts and all my memories
All those who were ever so devout
They all cry and weep tears for me
But I cannot look back now

And when all paths lead me to nowhere
And I cannot get back home
All my friends and all my family
Will have to be alone

And every song I sing is depressing
Every chord a minor sound
Every day i stand here missing them
But my feet won't leave the ground

And I'm not on my way to Heaven
I won't sleep in Elysium
I will not join my fallen kin
God above won't call me home

But if I gathered all the starlight
That I gazed upon on my way
The glow would just be strong enough
To turn the black to gray
Savanna Noelle Oct 2015
If this Heaven
Then why do I feel
Like the devil is laughing
At my perfect little world
I have everything I want
More money than I can spend
I don't know any sadness
I can order away the rain
I've got plenty of friends
Though none are really close
I don't have to cook
And cleaning is a joke
The spotlight's on me
Just as I've always wished
But deep inside I feel emptiness
My house is very grand
My front lawn is perfect
The chandelier makes a statement
And the swimming pool is heated
I spend more money in a day
Than some make in a month
Nobody can tell me what to do
And that's the way I like it
But still I feel miserable
Consumed by loneliness
They say this is Heaven
That I'm living the good life
But I still feel forlorn
And I weep again for poorness
Because the money means nothing
All it does is buy me lies
And without it, I'm afraid my friends wouldn't care
If I lived or I died
The chandelier's lights are always burnt out
The grass is just painted that sickening hue
I'm running out of things to buy
I get sunburnt laying by the pool
I miss the sound of rain on the windows
And I weep for some wise advice
I do nothing all day
And make millions more
Than those who work day and night
I don't think this is Heaven
It simply can't be
Heaven wouldn't feel like this
Maybe it's Hell
All dressed up
Presented to look nice
But when you try to get a closer look
It's breath is still cold as ice.
Savanna Noelle Oct 2015
When the stars disappear
And the sky fades to black
I'll still be here
Never turning back
When the cosmos collapse
And the Earth turns to dust
I'll wonder through the scraps
As the eternal must
My friends will move on
My family will perish
But dawn after dawn
My life will replenish
I'll fight back the pain
Because it's all I can do
The future will keep coming
The memories will too
The graves of loved ones
So near and dear
Will be worn by the Sun
Until they disappear
They will sink into the ground
Their scripts will be erased
But to life I am bound
Isn't immortality great?
I wish I could escape
From this endless cycle
The curse I would reshape
I would end my survival
But I wished for this
So I must see it through
Swim through the abyss
See infinity through
I know it will be hard
Full of anguish and hate
By it is too late
To undo my fate
Savanna Noelle Oct 2015
Nine o'clock, it's time for bed,
Time to close my eyes.
The stars and moon have taken hold
Of the sky outside.

It's ten o'clock and I can't sleep,
Though I try and try,
All I can do is lie in bed,
Asking myself, why?

As eleven rolls around,
The minutes ticking by,
My life is so insignificant.
I heave a sad deep sigh.

Midnight comes and goes,
The night keeps getting darker,
And I just stare, wondering
If there is a greater power.

One rears its ugly head,
My eyes refuse to droop.
Maybe sleep will find me
When the hour hand strikes two.

But now it's three and I am lost,
Adrift in memories,
I wonder if there's anyone
Who truly cares for me?

Four comes and goes,
And by the times it's five,
I am utterly exhausted,
But I cannot close my eyes.

Six o'clock, the Sun is up
Another sleepless night.
Can no one tell I'm struggling?
It's right there in black and white.
Savanna Noelle Oct 2015
In all your musings
has the thought ever crossed your mind
That Everest will
one day
Be nothing but a pile of dirt?
or the city that never sleeps
will close its eyes for good?
Savanna Noelle Sep 2015
Outline me with purple
Let my imagination roam free
Dress me in blue
Add some stability
My skin should be yellow
So I can soak up the Sun
My lips could be orange
So I'm cheerful and fun
I want silver in my hair
So it shines like a star
Green for my nails
So natures's never too far
Make my words black
So they make an impression
Color my thoughts red
For they burn with a passion
I think white for my breath
So innocence flows through me
Brown for my nose
So I have some reliability
I don't want any gray
For I don't need depression
A bit of turquoise would be great
For I value communication
Don't forget pink
It's the most girlish color
But it takes a real man
To don it and walk taller
My bones must be indigo
So they provide me with structure
Draw my teeth magenta
For all the emotions I can muster
Make my aura gold
So I can always shine
Maybe throw in a little beige
Can I depend on you this time?
Ivory would suffice
For my eye color, I think
I always wanted them to look nice
And the calm of ivory is just the thing
I want the colors to belong to me
To live under my very skin
To swim and splash in serenity
And never begin to dim
So with your brush and pastel paints
Won't you please color me in?
Savanna Noelle Aug 2015
Roaming through the twisted trunks
Of the jungle trees
High on the mist laden mountain,
Rustling in the undergrowth,
Searching for Life's bounty
In the dry, rusted dirt,
Chipping away at the mystery
Of your land,
Feral and free
This poem is far too beautiful and thoughtful for the miserable wretches it describes. I recently visited Kaui, one of the infamous islands of Hawaii, and lo and behold, CHICKENS. There were friggin' chickens everywhere. EVERYWHERE. I nicknamed the feathery population The Great Mountain/Jungle Chickens of Kaui. My friend bet me I couldn't make some of the most disgusting birds in existence sound majestic, so I was obligated to write this poem.
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