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 Mar 2015 SySy
Kody dibble
I saw that person,
Standing there, atop the very mountains bare,
A lifeless dream streamed by my side,
And whisper's sang, and valley's hide,
Among the treasured gypsy sands,
I found a quite and honest man,
The pain he knew was much to vast,
To keep inside his vase of waste,
Or to chase a tail inside a tale,


Life and death are something strange,
They come and go and disappear,
But words and songs that fill the air,
Not a single soul would care,
Or discover among the broken reefs,
A mild grief,
A childish tug of the heart,
Can see you through the day

For the smallest amount your spirit could sing,
I've seen a dozen fairies bring,
Water to the poorest man,
Lifeless dreary without a family,


The only silence my nose doth now know,
Is that of a giant and the wing's of a ghost,
The only lifeless deed I need is a million miles away from me
Seek and find
 Mar 2015 SySy
Born
Born
 Mar 2015 SySy
Born
I stopped writing like I used to
and I tried writing like your used to
but the syllables and hard words am not used to

am dry with words that can intoxicate you
but I know if I write my truth
the stars will glow as the wind brings you

so am gonna write to unfreeze my heart
am gonna write the unspoken words
am gonna write to free me from the chains that strangle me
 Mar 2015 SySy
Gemma Allan
I cannot believe your truth.
Because those who are truly original cannot grow here.
Longing to be defined by my thoughts rather than my actions,
And shame for this evident cowardice.
If you are all-kind and I am carved into your right hand, in your image
How am I to be sacrificed as a nothing
In the name of a plan
Not even evident that you understand?
inspired by Skye Martin's artwork
 Mar 2015 SySy
Gemma Allan
She was doing nothing.
Except lying there, holding up the galaxy.
She could not rid herself of that responsibility
For every cell beckons
Her sweetest downfall.
To give her life to another
Only so that the other
May, one day, do the same.
inspired by Skye Martin's artwork
 Mar 2015 SySy
Imperfect Desire
Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls?
They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind,
To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide
They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head
An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed
"End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours
Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist
Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going
Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me
I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith
And to just wait, wait and wait
Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY.....



~Imperfect Desire **

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