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Simon Fletcher Apr 2011
You've left me here with an undercurrent of doom
For me to fend on my own and live through a gray shade of gloom
You only try once and throw me away
To places where I hide and will always stay
Father, I forbid you from seeing me this way
I'm usually not myself these days
Don't ask me where I'm going, don't ask if I need help
Because like many other things, you'll just toss me onto a shelf
I don't see things too clear anymore now
I sometimes do things that I am never allowed
I'll never miss you when I go
Even when I'm buried deep into the ground, six feet low...
Simon Fletcher Apr 2011
The police will follow you home
And finally arrest you and make your life monochrome
You'll be in a jail cell all alone
With no conversations on the telephone
You can hide behind stormy eyes
But it surely won't cover your disguise
In the shadow of ignorance, we all go to our homes
Where the mice crawl and the rats roam
You're in the car, looking at the November stars
Wondering how you got this far
You want to go home, you want to go back
And sit on your couch, drinking six packs
You want to go soon, you watch to see a show
But everyone knows who you are, everyone will know
That you're really not a friend, just a sad foe...
Simon Fletcher Apr 2011
The stars are cast above us every night
And they play their old charade
Of glistening in the twilight
Needlessly, you have to drift from me
And make me ponder in disbelief
I won't give you my grief
Because my love is all you will need
Wherever you go, you will lead
My body to the room where you will leave
You don't have to hide, you can look and see
Those little flaws that turned them into me
You seem so tormented
I've grown so demented
I'm done with writing a clichè haiku
I'll give you something new
Simon Fletcher Mar 2011
You seemed so afraid when you left my charade
And was suddenly so aspired when you picked up the blade
And mutilated yourself until you couldn't mutilate anymore
You bled onto that white shirt I wore
It's not your fault that he's become a *****
But the television he is being exposed to more and more
He will never forget your lies
And you can't do anything about it, so stop shutting your eyes
Because maybe someday, you will realize
The pain and suffering you've caused
And in so many ways, you've broken all of the laws
Simon Fletcher Mar 2011
Sheila will rise above and haunt you
For all those bad things you always do
And you'll sit in your chair, not have one ******* clue
You can't even comprehend what she is saying is true
The anger from her spits from her mouth
She's yelling and she's shouting loud
She's absolutely tired of what's going on now
You try to meet me here,  but you are not allowed
She doesn't allow what we have together anymore
She doesn't like what you have in store
She wouldn't allow your excessive drug use
Though she'd cry for your stories of child abuse
But Sheila will come back some day
And tear your precious little life away
Simon Fletcher Mar 2011
People are always telling you to keep your head above the sea
Because there is always going to be that special person you'll meet
Then how come they have theirs, and not me
She must be so bleak and bland just like me
She'll always look at me with a face of gloom
And a sudden undercurrent that's spiked with doom
But if we meet five years from now
This relationship, this bond, would your husband allow?
Because I know he's proud and so happy now
Because he loves you, so I'll die in my cloud
Simon Fletcher Mar 2011
Stars are glimmering into the sky
When we hold each other and don't know why
The moon falls asleep into the purple night
And we all think it's a beautiful sight
But the made man has to come here and he has to fight
It makes no sense, to his actions and words
Everything he says makes you feel worse
So stop stalling and shut him up
For I will rise above and turn into a dove
But he sips coffee from his infamous prized cup
And says that he's finally had enough
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