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 Jun 2015 stéphane noir
Zead
Why would i back away when i got the whole universe offered to me?
My knowledge is blind
for this time
only
we are configned
to lies
 Jun 2015 stéphane noir
bergljot
A day, a day, past.

How strongly one’s emotions can affect mentality.
The constant reassurance of stability is about as crippling as the entity of emotion itself.
How long can one suffer in the ocean of sentiment before they eventually drown?
The aspect of progression through the soul is subtle, faint and bleak.
Nostalgia disturbs through inducing wistful affection;
Upon recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Resurrected from the salty chuck.
I awoke with the absence of instinctive regret;
To think a shadow burdened my day,
Until I no longer wished for another.
I thought her lips were the pearly gates,
I could of sworn her eyes were the stars
As in her mouth was a pleasant black hole
In her mind was heaven
As extended mine soul!!!
To him,

She was the sun☼

that covered his sky.

And that's the story behind his darkness❤
By: Keva Minus ©
i find myself writing slowly just to put off doing more work.
i get so tired that the world gets fuzzy and i can't focus on one thing
and the information goes in and out without me learning what
can actually help me when i get inside the exam hall.
bright lights
blind
deafened by the silence
lost
senses failing
death
fearing the unknown
heaven?
hell?
purgatory
we live this everyday
this hell we call earth
or is it somewhere in between?
question
exposed
it's fun being the living dead
isn't it?
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