Reach out and cut your hands
On the glass strand shards
Sticking out of my heart
Shouting in rage forgetting my age
Desperately hoping to engage
Or restart

Walking on eggshells and retract
From the fact that both my feet retreat When I sense you lurking so tactfully
One wrong step
Severs that last kind breath
Until we forget what it was like before In between a battleground haze
Mazes comprised to our designs
And ulterior motives

It's amazing how forgetful we can be Until there's no good memories
I need some recompense
To provide for an accurate censor
And try to determine why I feel greed
And propensity in my relationships

I don't want to be caught
In the same headspace
What a waste
To frivolously seek the finish line Leaving impressive vines
With no roots
And nothing to annoint
But I suppose its due
To the exceedingly increasing value
Of time and how that robs us blind With nothing to do and a moot point

I hate my life

We exchange phrases in the dark
Like playmates turned confidants
That needed a necessary spark
To release a subtle vulnerability

While my own heart goes crazy
With this longing, festering desire
Unsightly circumstances
That are shallow and pedantic
Helpless to the careful method
In which your soft voice
Enraptures me

If I paid attention
Suspended my voice of reason
I'd end up searching for a branch
To connect us that bears no fruit
For attraction is aloof
And ever fleeting

And it's been years since we met
With nothing in between
No lover's dreams connecting us
All that comes from me on impulse
Is lust
As you lay enveloped in young covers
And I in forgotten rust

I lay here on my cowardly spine
Tracing lines through memories Attempting to control the feelings Overwhelming me
I'm Lovecraft's outsider
Who fell off the face of the Earth
Once looking upon his reflection
My clever deception that forever Keeps me second guessing

Here comes another confession
As we lay discussing seemingly
Ethereal dreams
You tell me surreptitiously
About your hatred
For concession stands
And breach this tension
That broke my mind's sinful schemes

You're such a good friend
Lying in bed and taking the time
To engage in a real discussion
All the while I'm fighting to control How my face is blushing

I'm definitely attracted
But I wouldn't hold that sentiment
So I sit with a preventative
Dose of rationale designed to corral
All these untethered caprices

It's like a fascist demands
To make a statement
While a whimsical dying romantic Sates himself in a debate
I don't ever ask questions
To get the answers I'm looking for
When all it takes is a turn of phrase or An upturned twitch in cheek
Which leaks so much more
Than mere words can say

I appreciate you for the jovial tune Your voice gives away
It brings me forward
From self-deprecation and the drama Towards honesty

I value your pleasant enthusiasm While the lights are off
That dissipates my impure thoughts
It puts me in a righteous place
Until the break of dawn
When we can see our faces
And once again
Adorn our individual reliefs

You've confided in me more
Than what others get to see
Life has been rough
And even though I'm lingering
Longing for your touch
Your careful words mean so much
And truly I think it's enough

Fuck all of this
kellie pryor Sep 23

you treated me like dirt
you made me feel NOTHING but hurt
I was fucking drowning
i profoundly loved you
loved
you
past tense
we made close to no sense
why did I even cry
would care if i died?
you only cared if people believed the words that you said
you lead them to believe i cheated
why would you slit my wrist for me
when i couldn't even breathe
some first love
im finally, finally, finally glad were done

this was written for someone in particular but it fits many situations in my life including the battle within my mind. i hope you can enjoy the read.
Seema Sep 17

A poster of a roller coaster
Gifted to my master
An imposer, a loser
A big fat boozer
Who sits to compile
His work yet piles
A hopeless composer
None goes to imply any closer
Ignores his work, coz he's a dozer
In the crowd, stands near girls
Like a model poser
Taken me in, he's my foster
He knows I hate seafood
Yet he orders lunch, oyster
Makes me do all hardwork
He's nothing but a monster
Walks in the alley like a crooked lobster
O' he's a pain in my head
How I've ended up with this aged promstar
Dances on his own compositions, he thinks he's a rockstar!

©sim

Dedicated to my ex employer, yes you were a pain ;-)
Kagami Sep 11

Concentration.
A game.

A game is about laughter,
Not frustration,
Not confusion,
But some games beg
For panic.

They'll ask you why you quit,
But they won't agree.
They'll say you didn't try hard enough.

Spoil sport.
Sore loser.

I am a sore loser when games challenge my patience.
When games remind me too much
Of life.
Or when that's
Exactly
What it is.

Simon B Aug 31

To whom it may concern,
Which is always you.
Worry about winning something else,
Because you got no clue!
My mystic rhymes
Bars catching like the flu
Wind blowing
Who ever knew?
Black plague was the rats
"Bite me"? Thats how the disease grew.
And now back to topic
Glory, you can never stop this
My heart, my schemes, my lines
I'm sure after this is over
A few tissues will do you fine

Back to back

Love  and Fear became closely identified from the start.
I don't think I've had an activity Without Fear
That didn't involve some form of learning.........
Something Intellectual
I guess that's the Jewish Curse?

Ally Mustin Jul 17

I hate how you think.
The way you think.
No really I don't care.
You knew me for awhile.
But you didn't get to know me.
So how could you be spreading these,
these lies.

I don't get how you can live with yourself.
Not only knowingly ruining and tearing
Two perfect hearts with the same words
But making people believe your sick lies.
Rumors. How do I feel about them.
They can't hurt me and neither can you.

But what you forgot was I was not your girlfriend.
And you cheated on her.
You also left one person witness to it.
So who says I can't tell the truth.
Those people you call friends would turn on you.
An then who would you turn to because,
It is definitely not me or her.

Brianna Jun 23

Alright, I'll admit it, I was wrong and you were right.
We were sitting there pulling at the knots that were much too tight.
Alright, I'll admit it, you were right.
I was trying to find darkness when there was only light.

So, yeah, maybe I was wrong.
But we knew this would fall apart all along.
So, yeah, maybe I was wrong.
But you always knew I was never that strong.

Okay, you caught me in the lie.
I was sitting with him while you were at home begging to try.
Okay, you caught me in the lie.
I was telling him I loved him while you tried not to cry.

Yes, I know, Sorry won't cut it this time.
Because I'm over here trying to apologize in a rhyme.
Yes, I know, Sorry won't cut it this time..
This mountain was just too big for me to climb.

Alright, I'll admit it, maybe I was wrong and you were right...
So... yeah... maybe I was wrong...
And ... okay you caught me in the lie.
but yes, I know, Sorry wont cut it this time...

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