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Verbatim Lynnie Jan 2018
Kaliedoscope colors, shaped as a rectangle outline of my door-
and I can't go out and see the beauty of it. A gray room,
with a blue face, laced into rushing in another pumping day.
Provoke the guilt, wilted meaning every breathing being has.
I'll leave someday, in someway, maybe not this moon fall,
but I know I can't live, thoroughly at all-
All feedback is welcome.
Taciturn Dec 2017
Ah, my old friend,
my dearest foe,
the man shrouded in mystery
No one knows who you are.
What's behind that wicked smile of yours.

But I know a thing for certain
My love,
You are the only one who does not tell me any lies.

So let me stay awake a little longer.
Let me listen to your voice that is oh so sweet.
Which sounds like pouring warm honey
in the glistening sun of a July sunset.

How did I got so attached to you?
I hated you
didn't I?

How did you turn out to be one I was longing for?

You forced yourself into my life
the moment I started walking in your light.
How careless it was of me
to let my guard down like that
even though I have been warned.

“Do not trust him” they said.

But what they didn't tell me,
was that he was hypnotizing,
captivating
WAITING
for his prey to come to him.

And I fell hard for him.

So don't let me wait any longer, my love.
I have starred into the dark abyss already.
I have sang songs of you,
like you told me to.

So Sandman do not make my eyelids heavy yet.
Do not make me miss my only chance to see him.

Because if you do,
I might forget how to wake up again.
I wrote this around 4 am, I really don't know how it turned out.(Though I  did some editing when I woke up) But thank you for reading
Jack Dec 2017
The starless night stares silent,
Gently the wind dances through brown, crisp leaves,
A small cobble path lies, carefully lit by the full, encapsulating moon,
To the right, an empty field, drenched in dew,
To the left a still pond, glimmering with the white light from the heavens,
In front, skeletal structures of wooden giants frozen in time,
Fox holes border the path, untouched for months as the residents sleep through the cold,
The usual steady flow of traffic halted by the call to rest,
Not a sound is heard,
Everything lay silent, still, peaceful.
Everything but what was running around in his head.
Allen Faust Dec 2017
I wish I could get rid of these nightmares. Brand new hells await each night that I tread upon the hallowed ground of the dreaming. Flashes of lives so alien to me that I have little choice but to lay back and accept the inevitable. Every step in that realm is a new life, with new fears and new memories, like I've slipped into the forgotten moments of a life besides mine. Worse than the nightmares, or even the agonies of others, are the first moments upon waking. The moments I reach for someone who isn't there, the fresh feeling of loss starting every day. I wish I could get rid of these nightmares.
Comments and criticism appreciated.
svdgrl Dec 2017
I must have made a pact
with my eyes during the little rest I get
that forever tired is the new black
and I must wing it
every single night I stay up
until I'm sick of the sweetness
from the bulleit
seeping into my skin
I think of them and what's next
and never send that text.
I close my eyes and let it be
and hope tomorrow will let me sleep.
50RR0W Dec 2017
What is this silence that seems to remain in place?
The only thing I hear is the ringing of white noise surrounding me.
Its the only thing keeping me sane.

Slowly it fades away leaving complete emptiness.
I close my eyes and focus on my own sounds.
Breathing, Heartbeat; To keep myself in check.

None of it seems to really matter anymore though.
The one thing that  used to keep the silence away has faded into nothingness.
Leaving me with only myself to use as a weapon against it.

I must remain strong.
I must remain loud.
I must remain.
Another sleepless night. Words just seemed to come to mind so sorry if its a bit scattered or makes little to no sense.
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