Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Tags
#sercets
The waters calm exterior it was serine but What was trailing back to shore waters in upheaval, As paddles violently thrashed as If to cause Pain, Bruising, Wounds That were cut, but as the boat settled moored on The lakeside, the waters serine angers Lashing nothing more than splashes on the shore. "I will swim with your voices give it time, For the waters are a tomb of secrets, We only see the surface never beneath, Fears of what is not known or not of wanting, "Stop screaming I need your words, "Don't worry I will not harm you, "Why did you take me, "And are you talking to me? "I just needed witnesses to this, "I'll take you across the lake, And truth to word he took them tied up silent Was his wish, they were in false circumstances Thinking freedom was near. "look into the waters, See what it is that I see deep beneath, Gazing into the waters eyes focused on what Faintly seen beneath, But there spot was chosen, this was there moment "Sorry I say but last words must swim, "Waters will hold your spirit it is heaver than water, "Your words I will bath in souls nourish my flesh, "You said you wouldn't harm me, "You said, "The waters take you I have not done harm, "Peace and last words will wash over you, "Silence as you stare to the heavens unharmed, Treading water like air, impulses wither as   Hands, Ankles, Bound, The water drinks upon the momentary upheaval, Then all is serine once again, another flower Planted at the bottom of this whispering waters . Three days had past, and into the waters he bathes, They called to him each wave upon shore a Spoken, Gestured, Words, Only heard by his thoughts, as he feels souls Washing upon and over his feet, a tiny pull he feels Speak your words, "I will listen in water depths, " I did not, no shame am I felt, "The waters took you, not I, Then he sank beneath into the clear airless void, Looking upon those chained by waist, Eyes once looking up, But know looking forward, Staring, Gazing, Dead Looks of life silently departed, he freezes As those socket-less voids, Ascend on his thoughts. Raging he lashes out, Now those chains of ******* snare upon his self. Last moments not realised as on knees he is trapped Airless void catching his last words "I only wished to bath in your word, Those that others never heard, As life seeps from this husk, In his rage all brought close, His view is not of the heavens as Those before he ****** But the dead Did watch him with blank eyes, His features frozen as if screaming but never caught.
0
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
poetic-t
Lake Of Souls Last Words
The waters calm exterior it was serine but What was trailing back to shore waters in upheaval, As paddles violently thrashed as If to cause Pain, Bruising, Wounds That were cut, but as the boat settled moored on The lakeside, the waters serine angers Lashing nothing more than splashes on the shore. "I will swim with your voices give it time, For the waters are a tomb of secrets, We only see the surface never beneath, Fears of what is not known or not of wanting, "Stop screaming I need your words, "Don't worry I will not harm you, "Why did you take me, "And are you talking to me? "I just needed witnesses to this, "I'll take you across the lake, And truth to word he took them tied up silent Was his wish, they were in false circumstances Thinking freedom was near. "look into the waters, See what it is that I see deep beneath, Gazing into the waters eyes focused on what Faintly seen beneath, But there spot was chosen, this was there moment "Sorry I say but last words must swim, "Waters will hold your spirit it is heaver than water, "Your words I will bath in souls nourish my flesh, "You said you wouldn't harm me, "You said, "The waters take you I have not done harm, "Peace and last words will wash over you, "Silence as you stare to the heavens unharmed, Treading water like air, impulses wither as   Hands, Ankles, Bound, The water drinks upon the momentary upheaval, Then all is serine once again, another flower Planted at the bottom of this whispering waters . Three days had past, and into the waters he bathes, They called to him each wave upon shore a Spoken, Gestured, Words, Only heard by his thoughts, as he feels souls Washing upon and over his feet, a tiny pull he feels Speak your words, "I will listen in water depths, " I did not, no shame am I felt, "The waters took you, not I, Then he sank beneath into the clear airless void, Looking upon those chained by waist, Eyes once looking up, But know looking forward, Staring, Gazing, Dead Looks of life silently departed, he freezes As those socket-less voids, Ascend on his thoughts. Raging he lashes out, Now those chains of ******* snare upon his self. Last moments not realised as on knees he is trapped Airless void catching his last words "I only wished to bath in your word, Those that others never heard, As life seeps from this husk, In his rage all brought close, His view is not of the heavens as Those before he ****** But the dead Did watch him with blank eyes, His features frozen as if screaming but never caught.
Continue reading...
74
I try to get a grip, but It's loud, and my ears ring with something violent. My heart races to a song too fast to hear. Sweat drips off my palms as they press against my ears, trying to block out the sound, trying to block myself out. A million thoughts blur into nothing. My mind’s background switches violently between a blank slate for miles, white noise and echos, endless winding halls that all look alike, and three dimensional neon graffiti, and screaming people trying desperately to read it. My breaths come shallow and quick. I can’t think of anything, can’t piece together a single thought, but at the same time, I can think everything, it’s just too bright, too loud, too incoherent to comprehend. I feel numb, a blaring and defining sort of numb, like tinnitus in a silent room. Time is distorted, minutes become hours, and hours become seconds. Everything is shrouded in a thick haze. It’s too quiet now. I almost long for the noise because there's a guilty sense of absence now. My eyes are too tired to dart around. I step into the shower fully clothed, lacking the energy to undress. I turn the *** as far right as it will go, I sit down, trying to control my breath. My chest feels heavy. My hands are weak, they tremble against each other as I hold them, as if to pray to a god that has let me down. As if to beg for mercy. I need to cry, but the racking sobs that flood my brain fail to communicate with my tear ducts. I sit until the water goes icy, still curled in a ball. I take a long, deep breath, shove every feeling down, and keep walking. Because if I don’t, what purpose would I have?
0
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 11:57 AM UTC
AbruisedBrokenThing
A Prison of My Own Creation
I try to get a grip, but It's loud, and my ears ring with something violent. My heart races to a song too fast to hear. Sweat drips off my palms as they press against my ears, trying to block out the sound, trying to block myself out. A million thoughts blur into nothing. My mind’s background switches violently between a blank slate for miles, white noise and echos, endless winding halls that all look alike, and three dimensional neon graffiti, and screaming people trying desperately to read it. My breaths come shallow and quick. I can’t think of anything, can’t piece together a single thought, but at the same time, I can think everything, it’s just too bright, too loud, too incoherent to comprehend. I feel numb, a blaring and defining sort of numb, like tinnitus in a silent room. Time is distorted, minutes become hours, and hours become seconds. Everything is shrouded in a thick haze. It’s too quiet now. I almost long for the noise because there's a guilty sense of absence now. My eyes are too tired to dart around. I step into the shower fully clothed, lacking the energy to undress. I turn the *** as far right as it will go, I sit down, trying to control my breath. My chest feels heavy. My hands are weak, they tremble against each other as I hold them, as if to pray to a god that has let me down. As if to beg for mercy. I need to cry, but the racking sobs that flood my brain fail to communicate with my tear ducts. I sit until the water goes icy, still curled in a ball. I take a long, deep breath, shove every feeling down, and keep walking. Because if I don’t, what purpose would I have?
Continue reading...
53