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Sailor man, will you be with me?
Hear my song I sing just for thee.
Be my brave pirate and forget the thrashing waves.
Come with me and love me in the deep.
Jenny Jul 2015
A grey time to be alive
Clouds in. A glance within in the air
Birds. Mocking! Mocking birds mocking!!
We always trying to translate our actions in an unparalleled dimension
So are the sillhouettes of the waves of our pain
A deep trance we live in when we make human beings our priority
A. Grey time to be alive!
But I don't wana die.
Charcoal skies,prudent. Ceremonies of an. Explicit remedy
Caught in the disaster of the soul searcher!
I found myself
Lost myself built myself and just went. Astray!
A grey time to be alive!
So much so with the waves of my brains cells and concrete junction of memories I wish I never had
I still wonder and think of those days
A grey time to be alive.
Now see the picture I've painted In ur head and think of this Grey time!
A grey time to be alive.
All work
And no play
Makes me a dull boy
Maybe then
Ill take this blade
And run it across your thigh
Up up up
Across that throat
Let the blood drain
From that pretty little face
On now that would not be dull
Kale Jun 2015
Should I be what
People want me to be?
The judgmental eyes
Loom over my shoulders.
And the whispers sends the
hairs flying on my neck.
I want to be different
But its so easy to be misguided
so easy to follow the trend
But the trend will never stop
Someone from being dead.
Glottonous May 2015
Now as you stand in armor chivalrous
And win by arms this castle all for us,

It feels as though I’ve kissed your lips before
And lost you to some other timeless war.

So when red peril spawns itself anew,
I know you’ll save me like you always do.

Our future vows wrap me in memory,
Embraced by souls and your eyes seamlessly.

Though still our fires flash and turn to shade,
And from our hearts eternity will fade,

Our ashes skim the pool of everywhen
To build the stars until we love again.
A love poem.
Third Legacy May 2015
I fear! I tremble in horror!
I am a witness,
and right before me
bloodstained grass

Oh, not because of the terror
of ******

;

the colors don't mix.
is this something that the joker would say?
vaishax May 2015
It’s the year of gloom and the day’s morbid

Never morning enough, clouds – they forbid

The mood is on the brink – of an imprecise dawn

Chugging on like a mundane mover in lawn

Sanity is in the black – grief is at peak.

All is fine with the world – not but with me.
http://vaishax.blogspot.in/
LoveLy May 2015
Alice fell in love and bumped her head.
Then Alice saw the world in pinks and reds when they where actually black and white no love in the air.
Alice made friends who thought Alice could save them from the black and white and give them some pink but they only brought Alice down.
Alice began to chase the love but he had no time for her.
Alice began to see the world for what it was.
Alice began to see the world in black and blue.
Alice fell out of love but still was stuck in the rabbit hole.
Alice couldn't take it anymore because Alice realized there was no perfect world and even if she went back life you be terrible.
So Alice ate the mushrooms and drank the bad poison .
Now Alice sees in white.
Kitts May 2015
People don't fall in love with the death they see in me
They just notice the glimmers of life left in me

I like to run away from their love because
Everything that is around me goes madder then the hatter

I try to save them all from myself, from the monster in me
But tonight I am all alone and I need someone who isn't friendzoned

I lay in my bed, dead thoughts float in the deep water in my head
I would love to have a lover or two who know just what to do

But an undead lover is hard to find, they don't make them anymore
And I certainly don't want a human manwhore to come knocking at my door

So here I lay hating all that is alive and wishing even more of me were dead inside
I run all throughout the day, from the sunlight I try to get away

For the sun shows off my morgue styled scars and the blueness of my skin
But at night no body knows, no one gets who I actually am

I dress to impress and wear perfume to mask the rotting smell of my breath
No one seems to care that the putrid smell lingers everywhere
Kale May 2015
Can you here it
The ticks on the clock
Making the noise
Indicating time is drifting away
You can't catch this clock
Because its too late
Now the Reaper of Death
Is waiting for you at the gate.
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