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 Aug 2018 Torin
Louisa Coller
Pitiful angel, fallen in the dark.

I feel your wings flutter onto my cheeks so rough,
your horns of a demon, it hurts so much.
You swore you’d stay with me, not ever deserting me.
Please to god, stay with me until we both fade.

We are fiction in the real world of pain, we see everything real,
we can’t feel a single thing.
I don’t want to screech out to those who are blind and deaf,
because nobody seems to sense the inner pain, that worsens.

The artificial comfort, the falls into our palms,
we pray and suffer because we don’t know how to live without god.
I know that in my heart, I feel warmth and grace, but it is shattered,
glass placed in my name.
Worrisome children, run the streets to death.

We are fiction in the real world of pain, we see everything real,
we can’t feel a single thing.
I don’t want to screech out to those who are blind and deaf,
because nobody seems to sense the inner pain, that worsens every day.
That worsens every day.

I can’t bare to look in your eyes, they are colder than the sky,
I can’t bare to look at your lips, for all the lies I’ve missed.
Another older poem I decided to post up.
 Aug 2018 Torin
Louisa Coller
Wires
 Aug 2018 Torin
Louisa Coller
Annoyance radiates within my mind,
words better unsaid? Yet they feel so hard to find.
I have a hatred when I look within my reflection,
the chapped lips that my weak eyes can't take.
The drier my skin becomes, the sicker I feel,
is this lady Karma catching up to me again?

Fighting the universe isn't what I dreamed,
I leave the battleground wounded to the neck.
The time goes quick and it makes me sick,
wasting away in a shell of security.

Rush the gazes, avoid all eyes,
for the minute they look into mine,
pity will overflow within their bitter soul.

They walk on happily while I grip the wire tightly,
you are better leaving me behind this time.
 Aug 2018 Torin
eileen
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 Aug 2018 Torin
eileen
I'm not scared of your darker side
please come out

I love the mysterious

My shadow runs into the smoke

Does it matter now

How much pain I went through

All the nights I cried

so far away

It doesn't matter

so why bother
give me sympathy
it's too late now

Maybe if we go back to the days
when I slept with pain
if only you could tell that girl
Your worries

Not me now

I'm your sunshine

You don't realize
I'm standing in the dark

Hiding my real face

Feels so long
Since I've felt depressed

It doesn't matter anymore

I sleep it off
 Aug 2018 Torin
Louisa Coller
Vulnerability and sensitivity,
forgotten in my memories,
left to decease amongst my bitter mind.

Optimism can be a solution for a lifetime,
happiness through virtue and materialistic belief,
yet this bittersweet taste won’t leave my lips.

Writing of a virtual fantasy to take over,
while I screech at others to remain realistic,
it’s foolish to believe it’s only an idea – not a dream.

Entrances of desire can be discovered on trampling triumphs,
I wish to wear these heels of hope towards the platinum kingdom,
yet must I tear away the typewriter to write with my fingertips instead?

Embarrassment discovered through emotional outbursts of immaturity,
apologies scattered within forests of no sounds, reverbs or life itself,
leave me in both a desired yet painstaking isolation of romantic fantasies.

Mind reading is impossible to the ignorant egotistical individual,
assumptions lead to the destruction of blooming lotus flowers on a tainted feeling,
for honesty’s beauty is desirable – only under management of the mature one.

For the mindset of two cannot be replaced through absent-minded behaviour,
through words of the time, dreams of past lives, an ocean of hope mixed in with sour taste,
the skies show illustrations of words collected throughout time – not our goodbyes.
 Aug 2018 Torin
Louisa Coller
Oh Lou,
You raise words we fear to say,
with tender and gentle vocals,
how do you hold such grace with words?
The taste of the bitterness they spread,
coat it in sugar and feed it us again,
with your lipstick coated smile.
Lou, kind hearted, elgant Lou,
the things I would sacrifice for you,
dignity and face,
I’ll offer them blind.
Dear angelic Lou of skies,
nothing wrong could come from your lips,
if accused the accusation, words shall die,
For your life is more important than mine.
I have never wrote an ode to myself, it was almost awkward to create. Admittedly, this was an attitude some people have given me in the past. Don’t get me wrong, I love my fans to this day, but there are some people you meet who think you have to be a 100% right all the time in order to be their friend, one mark of darkness and you are a bad, bad person with no aim of redemption. Which is tragic.

I am someone for forgiveness, I think we should always forgive people even if they’ve hurt us very badly, so we, ourselves can heal; by forgive, I do not mean befriend them, I simply mean, acknowledge they did something bad and aim to work out what is best for the situation.

The bitter and sugar refers to how I’ve encountered some horrible people and how I always try my hardest even with the worse of people, to find the best in them, sometimes you can get somewhere and the path to emotional healing can begin for them, other cases, you can get some stubborn individuals who refuse to acknowlege they are in any kind of wrong at all. So I suppose, this poem is majorly about ego and how sometimes it can be destructive to cut yourself short or praise yourself too highly, too things I have majorly suffered with throughout my life.

I did alter the last line when re-reading it, from mentioning my name again to “Your life is more important than mine”, solely because I feel sometimes when people share a reputation of any kind and a nice following, they sometimes belittle themselves over the success of the other.

I am always saddened when people compare themselves to those of higher popularity, but I think it’s very common for those with insecurities to do so, I just hope one day they can love themselves just as much as they love these people they look up to.
 Aug 2018 Torin
III
Ode To The Fly
 Aug 2018 Torin
III
It feels like
The days pass faster
Than there are sunsets
For me to catch,

Because for so long
    Have I strived
To chase beauty,

But endlessly I seem
    To forget
That perhaps capturing it
Defeats the goal
    Of experiencing it,

So now I find myself
    Like a fly trapped
Between the glass
    And the screen
Of the window to
    Some outside world,

Doomed to burn up
    In my self-generated
Heat, born from the
    Friction of my struggle.
 Aug 2018 Torin
Edmund black
As the sun rose
The darkness slithered abroad
Aspiration claims it’s lawful residence within,
Jouissance comes out to entertain
Snigger echoed in the sweet gust
As the cyclone whispered
You are free , free of burdens carried
Far too long
Free from sadness that startled your soul
Grasp now the light I sent your way
feel it from within
shine bright like the stars
from this day on
 Aug 2018 Torin
Travis Green
There I was standing on magical greatness
staring into the serene eyes
of a glittering galaxy
a liquid melody melting
onto the core of my melanin skin
sparking flaming recreations  
orbiting around the depth
of my millennium
a science of mass dictionaries
developing into reverberating rhythms
of harmonic tunes
in sync with reality and outer space
endless blue seas brilliant in itself
sinking within greatness
in its amazing symmetry
a glowing tower rising
in infinite power
intensifying into unreachable infinities
igniting the additions to my soul
subtracting the pain that used to hide
in sunken shadows around my majesty
dividing its shimmering stars and skies
inside my inner being
each various reaction a two-step equation
exploding into phenomenal thoughts and pauses
a massive ****** stepping
into a glorious resolution
equaling the transcendence
of towering magnificence
Think outside the box.
Don't control, confine, contain
Or restrain yourself within a box.
Your mind is a beautiful, cosmic, Boundless space.
Look within.
You will realise
Your mind is not a square.

Lose yourself
Inside the infinite universes
That you constantly create.
You are an endless library
Of unique brilliance...
But only look
If you dare.

By Lady R.F (C)2018⚘
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