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Zack Ripley Feb 2020
The air should be light.
Filled with joy, not fright,
On this cold winter night.
And for most, it is.
the difference between
them and me, you see,
Is that they are not prisoners
Of their minds. They are free.
I was sentenced to this life alone
Without a home to call my own,
After I served my country.
Oh, what a world I was shown.
Don't misunderstand. I had a good life.
I lived the American dream,
Complete with a house, a dog, a beautiful wife.
But once I signed up for another tour,
Her heart couldn't take it anymore.
She walked out the door.
When I came back, I was too embarrassed to ask for help.
So that's how I got here,
Feeling like I only have
myself to blame.
But even as I join my fellow outcasts,
Forgotten, and unloved,
I smile with pride
Knowing I was brave enough to play the game.
Janal Rajput Apr 2020
Leave me, like they all eventually do,
Tell me, is what they say, is it true?
Am I the common denominator, the
Crying wolf in a victim-less crime?
Is that why they all left, left me alone,
Watching my life as it passes the time?

Tell me, is what they say, is it true?
That I'm the reason you've reached the
Tether; cut our relationship through,
Even if I cried, and tried, to do my best
For you
Is that why I'm alone, with no company
But mistakes I need to atone, haunting
Me until I decay to my perforated bone?

Tell me, is what they say, is it true?
That I can't let go of my own demons,
That they are stuck to me like super-glue,
And I never tried to stop them hurting you,
I let them dig their claws into your innocent
Flesh, drag you into the darkness by your legs
So that you could feel it- the pain I were in too.

Tell me, is what they say, is it true?
That I never cared, or even tried to see the real you?
Was my vision so clouded, my eyesight so distorted,
I could not see you, in my own world of cold blues?
Did the storm of my mind consume me so fiercely,
That I never realized, after the cyclone died, you
were always my one and only silver lining?

Tell me, is what they say, is it true?
That my intentions were never genuine,
I never cared, it was all some magical ruse,
I'm the parasite and you were my victim,
The vampire who injected you with poison,
Turning blood black as it reached your heart
Is that why, now I find that we are apart?

You left me, like they always do,
So what they say, well it must be,
It most certainly, has to be true.
Torin Mar 2020
We can stop and see the leaves
stretched out above our head
Our heads are not so high
And it's only ground we tread
My favorite part of life
Just to breathe
As I lay and watch the stars
I feel the ground beneath

Connecting me
We can stop and see the leaves
But what's connecting me
Like roots spread out in all directions
Our heads are not so high
It's the simple ground we tread
And in the soil
Our lives we toil

Yes our blood is in the soil
And I just breathe
I thank God for food to eat
I feel the ground beneath
As I lay and watch the stars
Stretched out above our heads
Our dreams are powerful
It's the simple ground we tread

My favorite part of life
Connecting me
The stars up high in heaven
The roots of mighty tree
And I just breathe
Our lives we toil
I thank God for food to eat
And in the soil
I don't know. Show the ground some love yo. We all stand on it.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2020
चामल र बालुवा मिसाए
चामल थान्छ, बालुवा खराब
बालुवा मान्छ, चामल खराब
शैली :अमूर्त
विषय: निशब्द
विचार : सरोकार, यो कसले  मिश्रण गर्यो?
Ellie Grace Mar 2020
The blame always did fall on my shoulders no matter the crime.
It wasn’t fair but it was my reality,
even in this place I was supposed to call home.
Just because you couldn’t see the scars doesn’t mean they weren’t there
Poetic T Mar 2020
I was talking to
       Myself..

Then made a mistake,

   It wasnt me,
       It was the other guy.

A raised eyebrow later..
         Okkkkk.........
Iz Feb 2020
You say I caused the end too
But I never remember choosing someone over you
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