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Simon Woodstock Jun 2015
Tie tied tight like a noose and a suit like restraints shoes are the shackles and the hair cut because uniqueness is a crime this is the civil society of today where the same make bank and the strange journey down the walk of shame
what a wolf in sheep's clothing when sheep are dressing up like wolves
Simon Woodstock May 2015
Cut a knife against the sky and it all falls down
climb the tallest tree at some point you gotta climb down
Stay awake all night some time your gonna pass out
and as it all falls down that's when we rise up
for when we fall we learn the bottom wasn't that far down at all
value what you have and who you have you could lose everything in the blink of an eye
Simon Woodstock May 2015
Love me like you do
Stab me through and through
I know I shouldn't long for you
But my heart still longs for you
I've run out of things to do
It's been 4 months and I'm still not over you
So love me like you do
Stab me through my heart so I can feel close to you
The tears I cry tonight fall  like roses on a grave
I guess it's time to say goodbye
It's long past the last dance of the masquerade
Like bullets from a gun we ended with a sudden bang
we start and we end we dream we transcend we love we hurt we never rest again
LOVE: love is handing someone your heart watching them break it and continuing to love them still
Simon Woodstock May 2015
not an object
just rhythm and beauty
pain knows no bounds
silence echos a voice
lustful eyes
gluttonous hands
fragile vase
SMASH
pieces everywhere
the day moves on unaware
To me this describes the modern life for a woman hurt but expected to remain undamaged and unaffected. Sometimes no one to vent or talk too I am a male however a woman is much more then an object
Simon Woodstock May 2015
Tick tock my head falls off into a bowl of ****
the scars on my wrist look like such bliss
And I part the cap from the bottle faster then
moses did the red sea
The Lord hates blasphemy
and everyone that doesn't say please
Why don't I feel free
Why do I wanna bleed
Do you hate me
Why did you create me

Floating higher and higher into the clouds
Burning churches try to pull me back down
Gluttony is a sin
but every night I give in
Is this a hell that I live
Why do I give in
Who makes the rules on sin
Who said the devil never wins
Just the thought of the end makes me cringe
Until I load up another syringe
you tell me the meaning
Simon Woodstock May 2015
Gun pointed to my head
Is it time to die or just time for bed
The barrel gives me goodnight kisses and the alcohol is a bed time story
Every night doing inventory in my mind wondering if I should do it
If most people saw this they'd shudder in fear
But I'm not worried
I want this I pray for this
If I finish my story tonight would anyone cry why won't you be mine how do you really feel inside
tick tock goes the clock and ring it has struck 12
The day has begun
I throw the gun to the floor
Another night gone another day come
leaving me here longer to rot in a burning world
would you think twice about pulling the trigger or using that knife...think about it long and hard before you leave and give me a heart attack
Simon Woodstock May 2015
Mary,Mary Jane is that you leaving ashes by my window...oh wait that was nicki...I'm sorry I forgot your much more stable and less self destructive...I forgot that you never leave my bedside like a bible...bringing me spiritual awakening or curing self denial...holding me close having me feeling safe and secure...but most of all loved and like my skin is pure...you open my eyes to the beauty simple things hold in life...until you fade away...and reality steps in the way
something I just came up with
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