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Travis Cunniff Jul 2015
I watch things from across the bedroom,
the way you move like the setting sun
as its setting, underneath me.
maybe one day I will be free.

The ghosts they move in distant lines
This is patience, grace, and self control
this is where I'm meant to be.


You've got your scars
they've got their demons
your grace is grounding
presence blessing me
is this where were supposed to be?

I felt the devil, he haunted my brain
But this faith is flowering through my veins
maybe today I am free.
Travis Cunniff Feb 2015
In that moment,
I felt the ******* sky fall on my head.
I felt small.
So humbled.
the patience
the grace
echoing in my brain,
a cleansing refurbishment
of things unseen, hauntingly obscene
a belief that there is saving for my soul, wretched me.
forgive me for the things ive done
forgive me for the things ive said
for I let my demons take control of my head.
this part of me, i don't ask for returned.
Travis Cunniff Feb 2015
If by swimming
you mean sinking.
Then yeah, I swim really good.
Travis Cunniff Aug 2014
I suppose some sort of structure should be born from this chaos.
a lesson learned, a lesson lost.
sitting on the floor, rearranging worthless things.
counting backwards from ten
learning again, wasted time will never be returned
i've learned disbelief in receiving what ive given.
Yet still I give.
I've got a hole inside my brain, its an absence I have created
A spot i've saved for passion, and savoring every waking day.
yet still I wait.
still I wait.
I wait.
wait.
nothing.
Travis Cunniff Jul 2014
I guess somewhere along the line i lost track of time somewhere between emptiness and your smile lines.

Cited for years of disbelief and grief a ghost echoed ever softly
Maybe there is hope for a soul,
Wretched me.

And ive been searching for the bridge i burned to get back home
But i lost my way somewhere between hell and here.
Travis Cunniff Jun 2014
Every cigarette I smoke I choke it down like it is your name

but the only two things that remain the same

Is you're both an addiction I cant seem to shake
When I think about these ghosts

I hope its you that haunts my home

At least then id be at peace knowing I wasn't dying alone.
Travis Cunniff May 2014
I've given all my good away
and I'm all that's left of who i used to be.
replaced.
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