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- Dec 2014
Sometimes it's flames
Sometimes is dying
Death's lullaby
Clipping your throat

Wouldn't it be great
To suffer them all
Or be a madman
And forget it

Crackling voices
Blurry visions
A clouded mind
It's showing what we are all inside

Just shut your eyes
The hardest part
Is letting go
Of your dreams
psyche Nov 2014
a million smiles
with million little laughs
an airplane from a paper
toys scattered along the room

bubbles during bath
lullabies from mom
tiny little sounds
when dad gets home with hugs

the world's pure and wonderful
with innocence of gladness it held
the day's a sun of light
and it's so quiet during night

everything's funny;
got nothing to regret
i just wish...
i could stay like that.
Kur Oct 2014
used to think I couldn't go a day
without your smile
without telling you things
and hearing your voice back.
Then, that day arrived and it was so **** hard
but the next was harder.
I knew with a sinking feeling
it wasn't going to be okay for a very long time.

because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event.
It doesn't just happen once.
It happens over and over again.
I lose you  every time I pick up your favorite coffee mug:
whenever that one song plays on the radio,
or when I discover your old t-shirt at the bottom of my laundry pile.
I lose you every time I think of kissing you,
holding you, or wanting you.
I go to bed at night and lose you,
when I wish I could tell you  about my day.
And in the morning,
when I wake and reach  for the empty space across the sheets,
I begin to lose you all over again.
I would like to share one of my favorite poems. This is written by Lang Leav, part of her newly released book, Lullabies.
Jade Melrose Jun 2014
I know this is hard to bear,
but trust me,
I care.
Gone were the days of happiness and joy,
the innocence and toys.
Oh darling,
don’t cry.
I’ll sing you lies,
like lullabies.

For me,
you must survive,
into the ocean you’ll dive.
With other children you’ll play,
I hope you’ll live to that day.
Oh darling,
don’t cry.
I’ll sing you lies,
like lullabies.

I promise,
I’ll protect you day by day,
no harm will ever go your way.
But if I ever have to go,
Please know I love you so.
Oh darling,
don’t cry.
I’ll sing you lies,
like lullabies.
Written for an English assessment for our unit on the Holocaust.
Caitie Jun 2014
the black and white notebook
perched on your bookshelf
reeks of aged blood
and insincere thoughts

does your mind
no longer prosper
the way you once described it?

you sang sweet lullabies
to the dark isle of trees
beckoning you to
distance yourself once again.

remind me why we
refuse to cry
what happened to the hope?
rejuvenation is scarce

my dear, what has it come to?
*you taught me nothing
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
There was a song,
I recall like a drug.
From my childhood,
yet faintly lost at sea.

It was a sweet song.
A whistle?
A sweet song indeed.
It was a humming,
and a hemming.
And I sway to the long,
for that old sweet song.

The song that shut
sweet child eyes.
The song that could
disguise bad times.
The song filled with warmth,
to soften my ice.
The song that calmed pain,
proving the existence of 'truly nice.'

This song from way low,
to the day I now know,
is my..heart
my..sky
my lu-lu-lullaby
I always wanted my parents to sing me to sleep. Read me a book to sleep, but they didn't.
  The only thing my mom read to get me to sleep was the bible. And we weren't even that religious.

Now I love lullabies so much! Vienna Tieng- Lullaby For A Stormy Night is my #1!
Kagami Apr 2014
Each spoken,
Written word,
Leaks a black substance;

It feeds my demons, sings them

Lullabies.
And yet, a snake wraps around
My throat,

Snaps my neck,
Tells me nightmares that lead my visions
In a never ending battle.

Grey fire chills the air and I breathe
The smoke

As a drug.
Thoughts rampage, regret
Consumes,
And I

Bleed more.

— The End —