Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 May 2015 Spiritdragon
null
Soul
 May 2015 Spiritdragon
null
I have a poets soul,
I am willing to bleed my heart out
Onto blank paper
But the prospect
Of speaking my mind
Leaves me shaking.

This soul
Is thousands of years old,
I have lived a lifetime after lifetime
And have died a hundred times over
Yet the thought of the grave
Shakes me, inside and out.
I was afraid to let you in.
You had no clue of what I hid.
Perhaps you fell for the idea of love
But I couldn't be the person you fancied.
And when I let you see who I truly was
You spat out your words like acid.
...
"I don't know you anymore."
You never really did.
To the friend who expected more than I could give.

The poem looks like a jar with the title. :D
Let me in so I can write poetry
in the goosebumps on your skin
And tell a tale of where we are
and where we did begin.

My kisses would form letters
in a braille that briefly lingers
That I might read as I go along
with the light touch of my fingers

Let me in so I can write poetry
in the goosebumps on your skin
You said that you loved me
But I didn't say it back.
It felt like an attack.
I was scared
My heart was impaired.
You reminded me of that man
And what he did when I ran.
But you didn't act like him
You didn't abuse me on a whim

You said I love you
But I didn't say it back
I didn't know how to react.
You reminded me of that boy
And how he treated me like a toy
That he could say anything to
But he's not you

You said you loved me
But I didn't say it back
I just ran into the black
Leaving you there
With a prayer
That I would return
And from that we would learn
But I didn't
To you I was curt
Because I didn't want to be hurt.

But you're not him
Your, you
Now I must say...
That, I'm sorry
I'm this way.
 May 2015 Spiritdragon
Atypnoc
I am not a genius, nor am I mad
I am just very, very sad.
Change was screaming in my face, I had no choice but to comply. Backwards fables burned into me, it's all just one big lie.

I see the problem clearly now, but this mountains in my way. Life comes with no foresight, it just wants to make you pay.

Counting on my hands the wrongs I've done, that lead me to this rope. Always an uphill battle, somewhere beyond another *****.

I think of giving up sometimes, but it just wouldn't seem right. Holding onto hope I stand, grasping with all my might.

I could be the warrior, that rises up and claims his glory. But really I'm just a damsel, and distress is my life story.
Next page