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Zero Nine Jun 2017
What's left to speak when dreaming dulls reality,
when reality dulls the dream?
Close enough to empty of any thought or word,
dip the *****, blunt needle in your rust,
Bind my mouth shut.

In your blood, I bet the years you've seen drag on,
evaporate your red count.
Those dry reminders, penetrate my flesh with them,
weave them as your thread.

I lost my own way long ago,
now need your denouement.
Don't be gentle.
Yusof Asnan May 2017
You are mine,

I am yours.

With this bond,

We bind with words.

You shan't leave,

And I shan't hurt,

That is the promise I give to you


-HIY
Maxwell Oct 2016
you with your voice like silk
i bleed as the silk cloth you flicked
you bind me with words of magic
bound and bewitched, with a single touch
i burn like an endless candle wick
Lizley Aug 2016
I want to be the trees,
the clouds, the stars and the seas
But once or twice I dream of scars
And tonight I wish I am the rain
binding the skies and the earth
two souls that never truly meet

together
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|08.09.2016|
Some rain and someone's pain.
Mystifying Chaos Jun 2016
Never tell a writer that you'll love them forever.
For them, forever isn't a lie. The idea of infinite love isn't a myth.
They have the power to string your love affair with such words that it'd last an eternity.
The fairytales aren't just fables, they serve to represent the existence of magic.
Never question a writer's love for you.. you know why?
It makes us insecure. We get worried that you're not able to find yourself behind every sentence that we write.
For us, you're not just special. You're our wild muse. You spark the creativity within us. And if that's not the biggest compliment, then I don't know what is!
We writers are a complicated cosmo of chaos and dreams. There is a constant urge to write, but there is no muse.
So, Darling please don't burden your pretty little mind.. Your mere existence is the reason as to why we write.
Ami Shae Jul 2015
I'm about to unloose this bind
that has hold of me
and allow my soul
to run completely free--
but before I do,
let me be fair
and give ample warning to you:
I still just do NOT care--
so don't go thinking
that I do...
dedicated to One who hurt me beyond repair
but I cannot continue to deny that I do indeed
have a right to live on. (just not with Him)...
Elisa Holly May 2015
Control, you say I lost it.
Pulling against the chains that bind.
My rebellion only proves my grit.

Your constant scrutiny to remind I'm unfit.
I stumble towards the north I struggle to find.
Control, you say I lost it.

You claw at my heels forcing me to submit.
But, my mind refuses to be confined.
My rebellion only proves my grit.

I dust off my bruised knees as I hear you say "quit."
Pushing to escape the role I have been assigned.
Control, you say I lost it.

Behavior, you no longer permit.
The ties begin to unwind.
My rebellion only proves my grit.

Liberated, I reach happiness. Though you will never admit,
You were blind by your own fears, which I now leave behind.
Control, you say I lost it.
My rebellion only proves my grit.
Ash Saveman May 2015
In a bind
What is that?
A terrible horrible feeling
Right now I look at my chest
There are two B cup horrors right there

In a bind
What is that?
A wave of panic throughout my entire body
A pink shirt
Girl shorts

In a bind
What is that?
Dysphoria so overwhelming that you just want to pass out

In a bind
What is that?
What is that?????
It is not being who I am

But wait didn't you chop off all your hair?

Yes I did
But there is still so much more
I need to do

In a bind
What is that?
Just that
I need that
Mana Jan 2015
Life is a smorgasbord.

A cheese plate.
A puzzle.
A cheapskate.
A muzzle.
That confuzzles
And confounds you
Bounds you
Astounds you
That the bind is to
Liberty
In the hopes you'll see
You're nothing but free
In this mess of a sea.
Spirit hears your plea
So don't be afraid
To just
Be.
After palpably feelings the ups and the downs, while the rain drowns out the sounds, of my inevitable anger, trying to be tamer, the poem helps taper, the bad feelings out, so now i feel safer....
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