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Silver Lining Apr 2016
I put walls up made of cinder blocks
Each one a lie uttered by a former love

There was a gate, covered in keyless locks
But soon even that was a weakness to the doves

So I build another line, cement and glued together thoughts and painful sensations
It was an ugly wall, but all the better to keep things away

Each time someone chipped a peice away I would it was replaced without hesitation
"May I come in?" You call, "Maybe another day"
Janine Jacobs Mar 2016
i am not your kind of perfect
i am strange and difficult
and somewhat terrifying to love

have some patience
just wait and endure
don't stray, strengthen your pursuit

you will find beauty
seek further
beyond the walls, for my waiting heart

albeit old scars may be evident
together the heartbreak of yesterday
will be buried beneath the ash of our pain

if after all this
when you finally see all of me
and love me still

i vow for the rest of our days
to throw caution to the wind
and stay true, to only you
I wonder what I look like
To those on the other side
Am i just a lost girl
Or am I wanderlust

I have no goal
For I fear failure
The past has made me
Given me my name

A hurricane happened
Destroying my home
New walls were built
They forgot the door

The thing about walls
They keep me inside
I struggle to find the sun
And to see my friends

Those were things
That kept me alive
Kept my heart
Beating inside

Now I look out windows
More intrigued by the seams
I had it all figured out
Now I'm puzzled

I've lost all hope
To find what I'm looking for
For I do not know
What it is I seek.
Zemyachis Mar 2016
silhouettes running down brick walls like

flashfloods clinging to ***** mascara
where starstruck children run in mud
call me the eve of original sin
for the things I have seen and the places I've been

for ridges of ink etched in landscapes of skin
for heartbeats in hoodies saying lest we forget

in the valley of the shadow of death
they rest with hands crossed over their chests
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Shadows in my hall
They dance amongst my walls
They pirouette through my door
I feel thier dance steps on my floor

The shadow men love to play
They are here to stay
They scream they will never go away

Shadows in my hall
They leave scratches on my wall
They burst through my door
I feel their stomping on my floor

The shadow men are turning mean
They are becoming quite obscene
They are causing an awful scene

Shadows in my hall
They are leaving  black marks on my wall
They scream right through my door
I feel their nails clicking on my floor

The shadow men now in my head
They are only there to spread dread
They are only there to be fed
Till at last I'm dead
Samantha Dietz Mar 2016
When you love someone, and they tear your heart to shreds
It's difficult to let someone else in your head
Your pain eats at you every minute you're awake
The fear consumes you as you wait for the heartbreak
The what if?'s and the who's she?'s collect so quickly
You find yourself questioning your love's loyalty
Presented with proof, you don't want to believe it
It's happening again, why can't he be honest?
This is what he preaches, you know, truth above all
Promising he'll be there to catch you when you fall
You accept it, you know his war is internal
No one knows except you, him, her, and your journal
He won't admit it, which you just can't understand
Plus he takes care of you, he wants to be your man
You put your walls up, pain hidden by a smile
The worst part? That smile will stay for a while
You will lie down with him, laugh with him, you will stay
Close to nothing in this world will take you away
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
They're rapping at my window, howling at my door
They're clawing at my carpet, banging on my walls
They're rattling my door ****, flickering my lights
They're looking thru the key hole, shouting thru the cracks

They're crashing thru my window, breaking down my door
They're tearing up the carpet, knocking down my walls
They're ripping off my door ****, busting all my bulbs
They're coming thru the keyhole, screaming by my head

They're entering my mind, there's nothing I can do
They're crawling into my fleash, controlling my every move
They're examining all my fears, making sure they all come true
They've finally taken over, now I truly am insane
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I hear the scratching in my walls all night
It sounds to sinister it gives me a fright
It could be mice or maybe legions
Of some really ******* ****** demons
I hope it's just my ****** up imagination
Not again, my own damnation
Guess I'll just lay here and wait for the screaming
I've past insane, there's no redeeming
SassyJ Mar 2016
The glass of wine spins on sins
Encircling the royal roulette
All rotating on a hamster wheel
Pinned on canvas and illusional walls

So tiny in errors and unbalanced books
Unaccounted annotated distributions
Twisting hands on colluded coils
Deeper projections from the heart

An eruption of the social notions
Extracted on the paradise of life
For no truth echoes authenticity
Eccentrically finding a lived reality

Plato symposiums and simulacrums
Pavlov trails of social conditioning
Sampled in tented objectifications
Functioning within the invisible rules

We sniffle as we expose the false actuality
Reactive explosions from robust heat
Unloaded rods dancing under the moon
In our tenderness rejecting the paradigm
For Joshua Ingram from the heart.....(Inspired by the  distortion of the 10 commandments and art)
http://hellopoetry.com/atlasmarker/
Tess Calogaras Mar 2016
Sometimes I think
of what a tragedy it is
for us to build towers so tall,
that we couldn’t see.
That it was not a home
but a barrier of walls.
Stacked so high with bricks.
With my weakened state and
feeble limbs
I could not crack
Nor chip away
At aggregates and paste
to see even the slightest trace
of light.
Tessa Calogaras
Copyright 2016
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