#jj
Sailing soft, frozen in time--
Sat on your chair where I could've sworn
I saw a past life regression flash along
Your face. Stuck there now,
I'm alone now and forever forth.
For years I stored half my cash into a box
without second thought
just to end up spending it all in six months.
that last crash erased all the academic pablum
that proved less required reading
more distraction.
Just a border now,
head against an extending wall,
Witless and stonecold sober;
At ease with every unanswered craving
And coexisting with a life where nothing goes
according to plan.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
You always hear,
How, 'so prepared' people are,
To die. To watch another die.
And why not believe them?
After all, it's on T.v.
Splashed around in ****** scenes
In movies oh so ruthlessly.
Oh but in reality!
They are wrong.
Death is consuming.
It eats at your soul,
Looming over you and laughing.
Knowing that there's not a **** thing,
That you can do.
Not. A god. **** . Thing.
In Reality, in your heart,
The world has stopped.
Been ripped apart.
Everything you've come to value,
To understand, to love to accept
All of it....
And you become inept.
The fragile world
built upon constant faces
Burn.
They go from a smolder to a roar!
More nightmares,
than you have ever seen before!
And as the ashes build you begin to choke,
Oh and the worst part is,
The world keeps on turning!
It's a joke!
Another laugh made by fates cruel hands
So the world doesn't stop
It doesn't care.
it smirks as death takes its hold,
and if you aren't one of the lucky,
One of the few
Who can escape the aftershock.
Misery shall catch you.
And once it's in you'll wither away!
Forced to live every wretched day
Wondering,
how?!?!
How does this world still turn?!?
Screaming
Why?!?
Yes...why...
The worst part of death...
Is the why.
But why?
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
Through the sands of time, I thought,
As the days toil and wrought,
As summer becomes frost,
As two lovers are bound to be star-crossed,
As sure as bombs cause holocaust,
The pain will be gone, I thought,
I was wrong, I lost.
Through the ****** tear stains,
Questions are making me insane,
Can any soul’s wisdom explain?
Is love is a boon or bane?
Down the memory lane,
I meet my old swain,
Trying to break free,
my efforts are rendered vain.
Smile does not beam, even in my dreams,
Hopes don’t rise, in these damped eyes,
As night falls, winged seraphs call,
Thereupon, it’s again dawn.
Nova Scorman
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC