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neverlands Jul 2019
Youre never gonna let
never gonna let me down
proud of You...
King of Universe
givethanks
Mickayla M Jun 2014
For the longest time I was on cloud nine. 
I knew it had to be a dream
Nothing that good would ever happen to me. 
But i was to afraid.
To afraid to wake up and feel the bitterness, that I knew would consume me. 
The dream, It felt so real
As if everything would finally be perfect 
As if I would finally be free. 
But now I know that was very wrong of me.
How could a person like I ever feel anything but empty. 
There's emptiness at the very pit of my soul it's what defines me,
It's what binds me,
It's what makes me me. 
You may wonder why I'm telling you this,
honestly I don't know
Maybe it's just in hopes that I'm not crazy. 
That I'm not alone.
One day you might feel like this,
And I just want you to see.
You don't have nobody. 
You have me. 
And I truly do think your amazing.

And as for my dream it completely shattered me.
I thought I finally knew who I was,
Or at least who I was supposed to be.
But it was just a dream.
As badly as I wanted it,
And thought it would complete me.
I was wrong. 
So here I am searching for my new dream. 
Still searching for me.
Someone broke my heart but beautiful words come from the broken.
Peanut May 2016
Yesterday was gloomy,
Everything was blue
Its raining inside
I didn't have a clue

My bed was cold
Sterile and bold
I couldn't uphold
"Stay Put" as they told

As I slowly drift away
My mind must not fall astray
"Live!" I scream
"Live! to see another day"




                 Is This The End?
                            Or Just The Beginning
                                         Am I Winning? Or Losing
                                                           Its Utterly Confusing




Woke up in the morning
Thinking the world was ending,
In fact, everyone is smiling,
Well that's a bit reassuring.

*I'm Alive
Just got back from a serious illness, and I felt like I tip the balance this time.. I'm Glad
WiltingMoon Feb 2016
Press the barrel with splatted dreams against my head.
Sorry that my only skill was to lie.
It killed me, bit by bit every time.
Just making this time that has finally come, easier.
I have slowly comes to love the sun.
To appreciate each blade of grass between my toes.
To love how a drop of sweat runs down my face.
Accept the pain that comes from laughing.
What I'm trying to say.
Can not be expressed onto paper with ink...
No.
Now this is the point where I say how much I'm sorry for leaving.
And I truly am...
But as I write this letter.
I have removed the barrel.
And walking to your room.
To say...

The evil has gone from me now.
I'm gone.
What's left...
Is the one you feel in love with...
And I'm sorry I left for so long.

I love you.
WiltingMoon Dec 2015
Who am I? I am nobody. No one knows me, no one cares for me. I am a ghost trapped in this place I once called home. There is nothing left for me, so why do I stay you ask? I stay for one reason and reason only, the hope that one day, I can help other people just like me in this sad, sad place. I am the start of the resistance! I am here for those with no voice, no hope, no one!
I want to say, this is for everyone that has battled with pain, loss, hatred, harm, hopelessness, any form of hate towards yourself. I want to say that this is for you of you! I know what it's like to battle demons in the dark. And in the light. I want you to all know that I am here! You do bit have to be alone! I am not a person that will feed you lies! I will not say things are going to be OK! Because I know they won't! But I will say if you try, if you really want to feel again, if you are willing to let me help you. I will sag things will change. Not get better but change! Depending on what you choose to do. I know you can never go back to who you once were, no matter how much you want to. But you can remember them, remember what it once felt like to be them, you can hold that close. Use it to help shape yourself into a new person. That has scars, to show you survived. That knows pain, but now has something to gain. That once wish death, but know you fight for other people just like you! So that is why I have written this. Remember if you can't find your voice, I will be your voice!
Madness is upon us**

and this..
This will be the end as we know it.

The stratosphere has kept the heavens to quiver
Thunders roared
Lightnings have struck
Rain blissfully starts to shower
The men and their atrocities must drown

Days upon days
We are left to surrender
Lost in a bermuda of the past
Never to resurface in the light

Give in
Never give up
Fight
Accept
Surrender

It's time for us to truly live a life.
Peanut Jul 2015
Our love is a shooting star
So majestic and true
With elongated trail
Serves as memories
Some lights are kept
Others are swept
Slowly disintegrate into nothingness
But each fading light
Erased from my sight

Your blinding lust
To have you is a must
But all is short
As you come and go  

I shall wait for my star
Again and again
As the first one flew by
A new star shall take its flight


                                             By Our Love Henceforth
                                            And For What It's Worth

                 S....t....a....r....d....u....s....t............M....e....m...­.o....r....i....e....s
                        I               a       e             T       e                    o       t
                                 *C        r              ­        h                  M       s
Oh looky! here comes another star :)
Avondale Kendja May 2015
Fear is a constant friend for me in this old town,
It numbs, yet excites in the men's old tin drums.
Everything else runs away and hides in the imminent
  twilight.
It keeps us old folk happy, and us young folk safe, even if I'm
anesthetized in street dances.

The love of your life is in that next building, honey, looking over his footprints for the future.
  And if he's not it, live with it. Keep Him happy, so that you're safe.
  Never stop fearing...
Love was never in the cards for any of us;
why would it happen for me? I wasn't any more than us.
A distant longing quenches a soul with doubts for only so long though
...making the white hum and breed black.
  A lone sound amongst the silence with its soul thirsts for what has been hidden.
  There's no sign of true life without something more, bigger than you and us.
  How can there be, when true loss is unpredictable, our founders said.
  It has already been spoken in a prophecy...
    
   Perhaps, for me it is different, what then?
Do you pity me?
  them? I do.

But there's something wrong with the little party I didn't plan, yet didn't cancel.
There were people overseas, beside you and me that have died for what   I have been avoiding. Why?
    Perhaps my own parade needs a little rain,
    or a blazing hellfire to make way for the reality?
The transfiguration I've been dreaming for,
has watched me, and cried for me while I watched the town parade,
riding on my dad's shoulders.

But we have been anointed by the bravery and hope I've dreamed about when I saw us walk away.

We need to leave this ghost town,
where beasts of my blood  roam the streets. Where fear
overtook me and mated
with me in an incestuous ceremony.
  A true joining of true , lost ones
  Created in the beginning to love
  lost their way, found home
  with the one and only
Reason, not to fear....a goodbye.
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