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CLARYT May 2019
You know me,
All of me,
Who I am, am not and want to be,

You saw me,
All of me,
Who I was, was not and tried to be,

No pretence when you're around,
To your essence  I am bound,
You see me for who I am,
Warts an' all, see through the scam,

I can be my own true self,
Fake lies dust filled, on a shelf,
All that crap stuff, in the gutter,
You can see me, like no other.......

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com  07/05/2019
It's great when we feel comfortable enough to be who we really are. It's also very rare..
Steve Page Mar 2019
The bigger my heart,
the greater my capacity for hurt.

The more open my mind
the deeper I need to think.
David Bojay Jan 2019
Talking to my GoPro as if it were you
Current truths
Diminish the whirling blues
inside my head where you don’t have a clue

out the zoo with my emotions
In the beginning eased it with some sleep
Because I couldn’t see the reasons for my grief
Out the shadows and the light is brief
What to think?
What to know?

The tension is rigorous
Kept inside a pin
Let it sit and sizzle until it’s smoke

Open the vents, and let it go

To seize a chance for peace
Dismantle the layers of myself
Find you in a strip
A memory I’ll always love
My love just don’t lose grip

But to love is to see you free
A peak I couldn’t see
Relief indeed
Let it bleed
Let it bleed

Let it bleed

Consume the dooms
Swallow the distrust
The other side of the moon

The ending will come soon

Sitting in my room

About to make some chicken....
David Bojay Jan 2019
Lullaby playing
I can only think things I shouldn't be saying
Like the loss of you that is driving me insane
Alone in the room that was meant for me and you
Never been so distanced from the truth
It was you, the one that made it seem like this experience was eternal youth

(troubled, will you be back soon?)

.....it's this moment that I wish I was immune from this doom that said I couldn't make it past the afternoon

I'm here now

1:30 pm.... a little bit passed afternoon
Eric Dec 2018
Quiet winter's day ,in a house filled with winter's snow.
Many things about this house .
Things I didn't know.
I spent my life , searching for a light .
So I can melt all this winter snow.
It's doesn't please me anymore ,
And stops me from going where I want to go.
By the time summer comes , it has made me so cold.
Many people get only 70 of those.
But yet my house is getting kinda old.
Every step , towards my death bed.
These are the things I said .
It was a quiet winter's day , in a house with a empty soul.

~E. C. D. C.
Renée C Nov 2018
In.
It is not enough
to want to let someone
in

They must first
knock
on the door
Makenzie Marie Nov 2018
Simple honesty,
Consistent transparency,
That is what you give me.
Everything happening so organically.
Peace Aug 2018
Tendrils of my emotions spiral out, like a flower ready to bloom.

     I have found a sense of home in
you.

Sprinkling down,
is the sweat beading upon my forehead,
increasing my neediness of your medicine.

I drink in your strength and bury my fears into your neck.

I see the confidence of your eyes and taste the genuineness of your humility.

Your skin grows within my skin as we fight to lose the shackles of our lives,
to find ourselves,
in each other's view..
You have to let love, be the loudest voice, that you hear..
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