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SWebster Apr 2020
You knew you would end up here:
Winding ripping at your hair,
Eyes burning with tears
And hands clasping sand.
Clockwork

noun

1. I stand here as nothing more but a head of misplaced gears.

2. sometimes i stumble and trip and fall and my feet get caught in trying to keep up with the world as it keeps spinning and i can't help but to keep spinning with it no matter how much i beg and plead and pray and hope for another chance to land on my feet, and i can’t stop spinning, i can’t stop spinning, i can’t stop spinning, i can’t stop, stop spinning
  
3. with each passing hour I find another reason to fear the dark. it’s midnight, and I can see the fluttering wings of doubt and regret that lurk outside my window every night. tick-tock. my father’s pounding footsteps and the creaking of stairs sing a symphony of disappointment. tick-tock. the beast in the closet claws at the door, with his raspy breath he screeches about taking my skin and wearing it as his own. tick-tock. the shadow underneath my bed caresses my head, it knows He doesn’t listen to my pleas anymore. tick-tock.

4. but you can’t stop it, it’s inevitable for the gears to rust. the ticking of the clock slows to nothing but a cold metallic silence. watch the decay, as the termites feast and revel in your maplewood walls. try to remember that dust to dust and we are nothing but atoms of carbon and iron. that’s clockwork.
after keaton st. James
Dark lover Mar 2020
Once a grand master of the game chess, whose knowledge of the game of is quite vast, to an extent that he decided to challenge the creator of the game, whose name is "THE UNIVERSE" to a game of chess, hoping to have a draw or maybe a win, but it favours him not..
For ere the game begins, the opponent, knows the inevitable end of the game. However he tries to manipulate the game..
It will ends in the favour of the opponent.. . At the beginning he was attacking the opponent with all enthusiasm but to an extent he realized..
All efforts is a wasted one.  
At a point he realized all his  stratagem are nothing but an advantage for the opponent..At a point the universe even got bored and decided to make him feel he's got some upper hands..
The opponent saw all the man's picayunish   effort and found it quite inconsequential..
Hence decided to offer him a life line to seek the aid of every one he can contact and combine all the effort to play,
To have a better chance maybe..
But so unfortunately all combined effort failed as well, and due to difference of opinions it only results  to separatism between the combined forces.
What a melancholic for the man who decides to challenge the universe to a chess game.. At a point confused became is lot..
When he realized, it matters not how he plays it surely ends with the inevitable...
But it stopped him not from playing, though it stops him not from loosing anyway...
The inevitable...
Oliver Mar 2020
it all means nothing
yet we keep going on
because of we would stop
it means the world has won
but unfortunately for us
this is what i have found
most everything ends
with a hole in the ground
ok okay Feb 2020
Leaves will fall inevitably
You might as well say hi to them before you have fallen too
blah blah blah people man, i aint good with them.
insensivel Jan 2020
So sad it had to be this way
She forgot all the good thing about him
She let them slip away
Before this she was content with her life
Yet today she decided that tomorrow couldn’t wait
Been living in a shell for far too long
That’s when she came into her powers
When she finally acknowledged her worth and didn’t settle for anything less bc she knows what she has to offer
In the end she’s 1 of 1 and she knows it
undermyfeet Dec 2019
Come kiss me now
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Maybe
Maybe we can ignore

That we are closer to the end
With every step we take towards each other

I know it's not going to work
And I know I'm going to cry
But I still want you to be there
When I wake up again

Until the end
Colm Dec 2019
Your mind — Full of itself
Your heart — Lying
With all ambition but a distraction
Don't try of you will lose yourself
On such small things
Relying
This blasted verse. This ****** thought. Has been in my head for weeks on end. Because one of my problems is that I value my own thought and forethought too much. Eventually traveling the same paths over and over again just to see if I can be, at peace there. When God alone is the purveyor of peace of mind. Not me. He.

End. Hopefully.
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