You lure me in with a sweet melody. You sing to me a tune of sweet nothings. Your rhythm, so deep, so passionate, makes me let down all my reservations. I get lost in your music. I'm singing along to your hypnotic chorus. How can I not?
But wait, what was that? New tempo. New melody. New rhythym. I don't like this new song you're singing. It has too many broken chords.
But even so, I'm still singing along to the memory of the first song you sang. I am trapped in it's hypnotic melody. I'm stuck hoping one day you'll remember it too and sing with me. Till then, I shall sing.
I've returned to this place, but not how I had hoped The walls peeling, ceilings drip, floorboards curved and sloped Mildew spreads around corners and shadows swallow light Thoughts creep in like whispers, forcing me to write They're in my head again, the infestations swell Clawing at my eyelids, the night escapes. Oh well Perhaps I am the intruder I left this place to rot Yet, it's the one who evicted me It is I who I forgot
My life in shades of gray Of black and of white This heart just pumping blood No adrenaline nor thrill in life No color in this stagnant art No purpose in this senseless wandering Switching destinations on a whim Seeking warmth from those without it
Eyes grow souless With each passing day Mind feels wistful With each passing thought The youthful passion Fading into nothingness The fiery emotions Slowly burning out
The enthusiasm of a young man Crushed in the grip of reality The loveless heart Growing tired and weary Everything feels cold A long and harsh winter In a young and untested life A struggle just to feel alive
I am tired I am weary A stagnant pond Seeking a ripple in my life A chance to feel And to turn my life around From the gloomy colors of grey Black and white To a masterpiece of thrill Of passion Of love And warmth As colorful As a kaleidoscope With all these emotions Flooding out Trinkling down Flowing and moving Like a flooded stream Connecting to people Linking to hearts No longer stuck here No longer alone Together with others Just feeling alive Just embracing Life
Feeling a bit down lately I hope you like it. Thanks for reading! :D
There once was a girl Who visited Death On her birthing day Her heart had almost stopped Her lungs breathed almost not And Death carried her throughout the hospital that day.
There once was a girl Who visited Death On her fifth birthday Pig tails up She’d gotten stuck In the branches of their tree, Hanging with the leaves She would choke before she would land And Death had cradled her within his hands.
There once was a girl Who visited Death On her fourth grade field trip They’d hiked up a mountain Some kids pushed her down and Tumbling she hit her head and broke bones. Death had pulled her close and whispered she needed to go home.
There once was a girl Who visited Death The summer after freshman year She’d gone swimming down by the pier When she’d cramped underwater And her lungs were unsure Death had hoisted her ashore.
There once was a girl Who visited Death A fortnight before her 21st birthday She’d gone to a party, people were all getting laid. He’d given her a drink Soon after she’d thrown up in the sink. He seemed awful sweet Pulling her into the room to lie down. Until he started pulling her pants down She wanted to scream but he covered her mouth Instead of screams she squeaked like a mouse. He pulled out a knife Threatened her life And had his way with her. Pressing the knife against her throat She soon began to gasp and choke. Death comforted her until it was all over.
There once was a girl Who visited Death On Christmas Eve Just turned 25 She was dead inside. That boy from before Who called her a ***** Had been calling her his She’d cried every night begging for future bliss. That night he’d burst in Drunk and full of sin Throwing her down to the floor She begged for no more And he called her a ***** Before throwing her out into the snow Death pulled her out from sinking below.
There once was a girl Who visited Death While working inside Someone drove by Everyone was tongue tied As they shot right through the glass Bullets flying past. She felt it before she saw it She knew she’d been hit Ironically by a .30 She begged to live she still had things to do and say Death had blocked the bullet that day.
There once was a girl Who visited Death 6 months after 35 Working up until midnight Furiously typing away Someone snuck around wanting to play Just escaped prison Wanting some fun Knock out then knock up But she had her luck And attacked till he couldn’t move She’d started to push and shove But he took the gun And shot her in the stomach Hoping she’d bleed out She ran till she collapsed to the ground Death stayed until she was found
There once was a girl Who saw Death Watched him close that kittens eyes As it let out its final mew and he let out a sigh. Cradling it’s soul in the palm of his hand He sent it on it’s way, to it’s promised land. She worried about her life In her 40th year and her 40th night Was she going to die? A far fetched idea But then how could she see Death within the crowd of people? She turned back again But Death had disappeared to the oblivion.
There once was a girl Who saw Death Hold her sisters hand. So in her final moments she wouldn’t be sad. She felt sorrow in his eyes As he glanced away to the side. She watched as he drained her life And sent her to her afterlife. Her sister was 10 years older And at 55 her sisters life was over.
There once was a girl Who saw Death On her 50th birthday She wasn’t sure if she should be happy or scared But at least someone remembered, someone cared She stood there gazing at the gift 50 dried up roses laying in the mist. She gathered them together And put them in a vase on her dresser.
There once was a girl Who saw Death Walking around a graveyard As though he was a guard. Protecting each of those who had passed Appalled at what he had amassed. At 55 She realized death wasn’t stealing lives.
There once was a girl Who spoke to Death 5 years after she’d forgiven him The sun had begun to descend and dim She posed a question “Do you come here often?” He replied “Only with the one i love.”
There once was a girl Who spoke to Death Being 65 was hard She was scarred and marred and starred “Does everyone look like this at my age?” “Only the ones who love instead of hate.”
There once was a girl Who spoke to Death “Do you know when I’m going to die?” “You mean when you’ll say goodbye? 70 is just an illusion in your mind. But yes, would you like to know?” “No I’d rather leave it alone. I’ll just live to the fullest each day.” “I figured that’s what you were going to say.”
There was once a girl Who spoke to Death “I turned 75 today.” “I know, you complained it was too bright so i made the Sun go away.” “How long do i have left?” His response was swift and deft “That depends on if you live it to the fullest.”
There once was a girl Who fell in love with Death He had helped her Whenever she began to hurt. He brought her gifts When her heart was amiss. At 80 she realized That for decades she had agonized. When her love was right there Brushing her hair. She reached up and grabbed his bony fingers She spoke softly but the words still lingered.
There once was a girl Who Death was in love with He’d been there for her whole life Harming any who gave her strife. She was what he looked forward to When he was feeling hated for what he had to do. So when she turned 85 He had no reason to lie. He told her calmly and clearly That he held her very dearly. And that today was the day she’d pass But he would wait, so the day would last But when time came, he held her tight Knowing she wouldn’t put up a fight. In her last fleeting moments he told her a secret Because he knew he no longer had to keep it. And so, softly he whispered in her ear The very same words she’d meant for him to hear.
This is something I’ve been working on for awhile now. I got the idea not too long ago and felt i needed to make a story out of it.