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SelfOfTheDivine Apr 2014
They've put your body on a wall,
Left it hanging, ***** your soul.
Put your tongue betwixt your teeth,
Take a breath and bite it deep.

Brave it out, don't even moan.
Whisper not a single tone,
Lest your jailers you should wake,
Lest this freedom they should take.

Defiantly lay your head low,
Just spit the flesh and let blood flow,
For you're released from the throes.

And as you're bleeding, hung and dry,
Sing to yourself this lullaby:
"I am free and as such I die."
Originally written on 4th of March, 1E 2014.

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Derekis Mar 2015
You leave..

You never even got to know me.

Outside, through my lonely window.
Reflection, of what you put me through.
Inside, my love in crescendo,
a pain, I didn't even knew.

This is a lullaby to close my eyes,
to recall the beauty of our shared skies.
This is a song to help me realize,
the torture of hope and self-written lies.

The wind, howls through the empty room.
A room where both our hearts once stood.
A final light coming from a lone star,
a star which I know it's just too far...

This is the chorus sung by my heart,
to remember the beauty of a shared spark.
This is the music of memory's past,
a nostalgic beat that forever will last.

My flame, lying silent before me,
forgotten, hungry and abandoned.
Your warmth, it was poorly handled,
I'm here, yearning for your smile.

This is a lullaby to drown my cries,
a song meant for my sorrows to die.
This is a chorus to what I despise,
the music my demons use to lie.

Goodbye..
Goodbye..
My own feelings of insecurity bring these strong abandonment feelings forth every time she hangs up the phone. She swears she will forever be mine, but my past scars just don't let me believe...these demons, I cannot vanquish.
Àŧùl Mar 2015
Listen to me now, oh my cup-bearer,
Help me with the wine tonight please.

Pour some wine in my empty flask,
Be that bit lavish and not stringent.

The flask gets emptied again & again,
But it is helping me forget all the pain.

Don't ask if enough and keep pouring,
Wine or whiskey it won't be mattering.

It's your face that I am taken to darling,
I remember you are the very same angel.

Hic-hic

You're my very own life, oh cup-bearer,
I now recall that this is our own house.

I trace my trembling fingers on your face,
It's blurry I feel but still I can see your eyes.

Now I am finished with binge drinking,
Would you not help me to the bathroom?

Here you help me take a luxurious bath,
You help me bathe and I love your touch.

Soft & kind you are just like your name,
Zealous management of my shaky body.

You say, "Again I won't help you with it,"
I reply, "I will drink -hic- from your eyes."

You are blushing to a brilliant purple red,
And it is all signs that you like my words.

After splashing my face with cool water,
To our bedroom you support me lovingly.

Here it is that you help me into the pillow,
Now even you come lie down beside me.

And you sing me the 'Whiskey Lullaby',
Lightly you brush soft hands on my eyes.
But this is only a piece of my imagination.
Don't worry as I plan not to be a drunkard.

My HP Poem #794
©Atul Kaushal
SøułSurvivør Feb 2015
~~♡~~♥~~♡~~


"Hush little baby, don't you cry,
mama's here for you only
and tomorrow she will buy
all the pretty little ponies

black and brown
tan and roan
all the pretty little ponies"

lullaby sung by my mother
when I was a child



there I lay
at end of the day
safe in my mother's arms
she had a voice
so soft and low
I succumbed to its charms

I don't remember
her grey eyes
so full of care and pain
I recall her dear soft breast
and those sweet refrains

later on in life I found
she was very ill
mood swings plagued her
all her days
and then they had no pill.

she was not a
stable mom
she was always up or down
but she tried the best she could
when she was around

I won't forget her lilting voice
though she was in despair
she made those ponies
twirl and dance
to show her child

she cared.


soulsurvivor
2/7/2015
My mom has not been feeling well.
If you are of a mind,
please pray for her.

Thanks

~~♡~~♥~~♡~~
Chase The Moment Jan 2015
Moon Light
Dances
On pale skin

Rushing river
Doth
Quiver

Fallen Snow
Flurries
Bellow

Silent stars
Wonder
Wishes

Lonely lovers
Blow
Kisses

Imminent light
Bids
Good Night

Gratifying Gray
Welcomes
New day


Copyright©2015 Kelly Chase
All Rights Reserved
Poet-Whisperer Jan 2015
Emotions run through my head
And I find myself wishing I was dead
All because we were moving away
Different places in different ways
Sorrow and despair, they shine right through
Making way for something completely new
and so here’s to goodbye
The saddest long lullaby
Forgotten by most
For it is the hardest to say
And we knew this would never last anyway

So now in my head, so deep and so loud
The ringing of bells and the screaming of crowds
Its just one word yet brings out alot
Goodbye, au revoir, its time.
Ciao
- Jan 2015
Death, come now on burdened wings
Life, flies away like the one of a light
Now, we can sleep the night
Just as ours could never bring

Love, shines to that of free
Pain, could never see that of being happy
So, to dance on our shoes
And our hearts are bruised
Parnini Jan 2015
Put your head on my lap
Let me sing you a lullaby.
You've been awake through some nights
But there was a girl who went through few more
And in those moment you let your tears drop
She wrote herself a song.

I know you're broken,
I know you're sad,
But it will be over before you know;
Life's not about the crests, there will be troughs
Like a musical note.

It's dark now,
There's no one with you,
But at the end of the day we're all alone;
Be your own best friend, why do you pretend?
That we don't die alone.

Those teardrops on cheeks,
Glisten like pearl beads,
But the thing you're crying for doesn't deserve it;
You're worth more, than you know
So you might as well listen to me tell you how.

We've fallen, but we'll get back up,
Our failures don't define us.
We're broken, but we will heal
Else carry scars on our back with pride.
They can hit us once, not more than twice
We are not weak, just polite.
We'll fight for what's ours, not smile when we're dark inside,
We have hung enough of us for sacrifice.
And those double faced friends, relationships with dead ends,
Say them goodbye and make it end.

Just keep smiling, Sweetheart
You're better than your past,
There's more to life than war.
So don't give up!
If not today, tomorrow is ours,
If not better we're less worse.


2am,
I've got to go,
I'll visit you again, when you're alone
If not sweet dreams, may a sweet life wake you up
Sleep well, my love.
There are a lot of diseases and there are a lot of medicines being made for them. But there is one disease that has no cure made for it yet and is affects people widely - Broken heart. I have met many people in my life who are either sad, broken or depressed. The reasons are varied but they share one thing - pain, helplessness, loneliness. This one's for all of those broken people out there - Stay strong, someone loves you and if not, I do *hugs*
WickedHope Jan 2015
"The dead just seem to sleep so soundly..." she said.
No.
It's all wrong.
****.
I'm gone.
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