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Mia Wallace Sep 2017
I'm weathered and weary from shapes of greed
Their colors mislead me
I am naive
But I know eyes that taste
Without seeing
Now you know me, don't you?
But you are just waiting.

I am tired of this misinterpreted concept
I am tired of our tangled body's, this act between two that is only about you.
I'm tired of not being able to dance freely in fear of needy hands and sharp teeth
Pressuring possessiveness
Climb into your soul and off of my body
See that I am a creature of uninterrupted freedom
I will not answer to your hollow eyes
Your misconstrued ideas of love constructed by a society that forgot to feel
That forgot to see
That forgot that you are you and I am me

I will not answer to your hollow eyes
You are not welcome here.
What if I told you that even with your demons I adore you
I must implore you
to not let the negatives push you away and scorn you
No matter what transpires my heart will remain loyal
You hold my mind
And mi corazoñ
Them both
captives of your grace
I see the pain hidden behind your face
Although your beauty it doesn't erase
It shows how deep of a journey your love would take
See I too often gaze upon your beauty
In search for the mystery  in your fate
And Of your way to love
And To understand your history
Even me being unknowing
I'm amazed by your mystery
sunprincess Jul 2017
Love,  I'm going on a voyage, traveling wherever
And whichever direction my heart says to go,
My heart compass can't go wrong
Searching for paradise will be my greatest quest,
when I discover this dreamscape so picturesque
My expression will be one of pure happiness
xoxo
Lack of emotion
Like life and nothing more
Walking up and down
Having no feeling, no ambition
Music in the background, no meaning

They say I'm living but no being understands

Wake up, no hope
The dark a hopeless glimmer

I
Walk
Endlessly
Directly
To
My
Death
Diána Bósa May 2017
Through the sea of flames
I pursue to fulfill this
shadow quest of mine,

governing my ark
recklessly against the winds
of mauling doubts, toward you.
Richard Grahn Apr 2017
Treasured steps become
Long trails in the sandy path
A timeless journey

4/23/2017
Arcassin B Apr 2017
By Arcassin Burnham

If you could hear the voice in the sky that talks

when the rain has fallen and the sun shines down having dried its eyes
weeping for the animals that struggle with no home and left astray in
a world just like a homeless person,
the plot worsens,

wagging tails and hypertension with a joy no one has ever felt
while simply bringing problems back home you could just not control,
believing in the fate of faith that'll hold us close and never let us go,
for unfortunate and the fallen heroes to know that your life isn't perfect,

Steadily finding freedom is a must in this symbolic system unless
your consciously aware of the things that you've heard and the things you've seen and
the things you possess,
I'm looking at it as a real free man , but i'm not impressed,
this **** isn't life , we've lost some of the best,
and forgot the rest while they only see a fatal end drowning in darkness ,
i hope i'm whole in heaven and not a tore up carcass,
but i think i'm far from this when life hands me a test,
there's still breath in your chest,
yes you've been on a quest,
do not fight with the jest,
in your life there is stress,
but yes you can be blessed,
at ease in bird nests,
as you go on in life,
you get through the pain and then you could rest.


/

Let down , stepped on , looking at the wrong side of the road..
forgotten , missing, but they're hearts are still so cold..

seeing problems while the soul is searching,
making sacrifices on my way and learning,
i know,
They were , so wrong , leaving me all alone on my own,

it always happens almost like a curse,
it doesn't get better,it just gets worse,
and i,
Watched them , walk out, wasn't hard for me to look anymore,

i'm trying not to think about you...

i'm trying not to think about you...

i'm trying not to think about you,
just a simple kind of love is what i need,
i just want somebody that'll stay with me, its not fair..
why do i care..

Let down , stepped on , looking at the wrong side of the road..
forgotten , missing, but they're hearts are still so cold..

seeing problems while the soul is searching,
making sacrifices on my way and learning,
i know,
They were , so wrong , leaving me all alone on my own.
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K G Jan 2017
An endless trap neglected to be seen
I find myself clinging to the scheme
Conceptual romance, called lunacy
Better things are coming rather slowly
Like the clothes folding

She orchestrates, collecting mishaps in jest
She rose beige and benign into the sunset
On the steps of my home, I noticed a little presage
She then sends galling annals in one text message

Hovering on your lawn
And wretched calls became a bad quest
Soft clouds traipse vastly like coy insects
Sloom the week, stapled to the mattress
My whole life has been nothing but this
Restless, princely, and a sad mess
KG
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