We dance through the atmosphere
I am not the only one
who got this feeling.
you were mocking
when I caught you innocent;
I know, you love me.
I suspected this day was coming
Now that it's finally here
Realize I'm not ready
Face my biggest fear
I want to stop desperately
Seems I've tried a lot
Every time I am ready
Stubborn addiction is not
The drugs grab control of me
Steer me straight into a wall
Pull me back into the ditch
Doesn't matter how many times I go through withdrawal
I have learned my lesson the hard way
Much too often to count
Then again the hard way
The only way I've known about
Let the ocean take away
I drown in blue misery
Wash up on some greener shores
World that in comparison is easy
Do not smoke if you can't handle the heat
You're afraid of getting burned
Flames always steal a part
Once gone not always returned
I have given up on finding myself
Buried pieces too deep
Intention was to plant them
No harvest grows to reap
So remain trapped in a cycle
Strapped by only threads
Running from my demons
Tires me as sickness spreads
No one coming to save me
I've toppled overboard
Danced on the very edge
This is my reward
Consume me as I spiral down
Watch me crash in an explosion
Go enjoy the show
Not what I have chosen
When eyes can't stand my reflection
Monster staring back
Use to blur the edges
To smudge all that I lack
Time is always running
One minute after the next
Door to sobriety is always open
In the moment hesitating perplexed
Do not quit because I don't know how
I've done it once before
Daydreaming past recovery
Cannot remember what I did it for
When the silence starts mocking me
Following a great and heavy pause or two
Hold my hand tightly
It will pull me through
Its so hard to just walk away for good
the mountains keep laughing,
and mocking me from afar.
they keep mocking the useless
attempts i make
to feel like i’m worth
to feel like i really am enough.
they keep pointing at me
telling me i’ll never be
like my little brothers’
or that i won’t ever be
as my big brother is.
they keep reminding me that
i won’t ever be
as i want to be.
Oh! The seas of negativity
Snickers, stares, and sneers
Lost and drowned, no opportunity
Trapped within our jeers
And (Look!) we swim and find our way
Confused when they get left behind
Worked twice as hard for no delay
Dismissed outright with (Never mind!)
Oh! Our eyes of pity stare
There with care, but not their friend
They not seen, only the chair
Proud to show the hand we lend
Yet they ignore those smirking eyes and brush those pity eyes
And proud they stand, work times ten: Knowing themselves the wise
like my childhood bully
on the blacktop
of the elementary school i once attended.
poking me all over.
the mocking laughter.
kicking me in the ribs,
until i ran out of air.
that's what our memories
The land under the moonlight;
Nothing but a silhouette.
The night sky
Filled with childish dreams.
you can see that day is darker then the night.
Earth is a cold bitter world
mocking the weak.
you wrapped your unending vulnerability
inside a cocoon of every single one of the
foul deeds you committed.
every shameful secret you bought to life.
and you wonder why you can never grow strong.
why the only part of you that can take a hit
is the armour you bought for far too little
to bleed into your blood stream and offer your body
the support your degenerate being can't supply.
I sit here lost in my thoughts , soaking up with the happenings
I caught A luminous face of olive white ,
the brightest eyes of ocean blue staring into mine.
Would you believe ?
Slowing down of time? I did
As she turned her head
That luminous face changed form
Barely grasping my sight,
Like the breeze before the storm,
The storm I only wish I witnessed.
Seeing her walk away in the most graceful stlye,
I wonder if her peach lips had reflected a smile !!
As she brushed her hair behind her ear,
A Sensed a gentle breeze pushing me out of senses
Was she mocking my reality ?
Was I wrong?
My spring was here a lil late
I only wish I could have taken a glimpse of her eyes
I only wish to prove myself the reality...
This is the first part of the 3
“Do you know why I despise this hallway?” I asked him.
“No,” he replied. For a split moment there was no sound, just our step that echoed. “Why?” He asked me back.
“Because the emptiness mocked me.” I answered.
What are kings, if not selfish cruel creatures,
thrones built of sacrifices,
the blind lambs of faith.
their whims being the guiding path.
Will, paving the concrete path of others.
though brow beaten,
the knight cries.
"To what shalt we be if not without the guidance of kings,
kissed by the angels of the holy,
blessed beneath the stars?
What of the olive branch they provide?
Of the prospering and the peasantry."
how they cry within their armoured shells,
suffocating under their oaths.
Unspoken promises to their god,
Hi this is my first poem on this site.