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Tristan Claude Oct 2011
Crimson colored dreams,
Tears and thoughts,
Screams and crying out through reality,
How far can I go,
How deep will I fall,
And how much will I be caught,
When the rain is pouring,
The clouds dark grey,
So many die every day,
Sometimes we must escape,
And I will be sharply escaping,
Quick steps from side to side,
Grit my teeth until the wind subsides,
But it comes back in chills,
Frozen distractions,
I will escape, wait a day,
And come back,
When the lights dim down,
Dark.
Tristan Claude Oct 2011
Come talk with me for a while,
Lets do acid in the rain,
We can sing to the people who aren’t there,
See some sounds, dance with the clouds,
Come stab me in the heart, with your fist full of confetti,
Lets scream like we would in nightmares,
Move our bodies as Truth’s smile walks,
He comes and he goes and he makes the breaths
Making boat rides even more unsteady,
Take away my food and I’ll still run
Take away my wings and I’ll still fly,
Give me a drink or three,
Open my eyes
And we’ll talk to the trees.
Tristan Claude Oct 2011
Not many were there,
When I decided to go,
They said they'd be sad when I left,
So, many let me go,
I never left, never let them go,
Hands and hearts lose touch,
Fear the worst,
And I'm falling apart,
Nobody wants to hold on to a nightmare,
Nobody cares for the sun that's barely there,
In evenings we scream with our eyes shut,
And I wonder where you go,
Where I've been,
Why you're over there,
Not here with me.

Come, spend my heart on living memories,
I fear I've lost myself,
I have lost the moments where we used to be,
In the most empty suroundings I leave my dreams,
Dreams of tragedy, worst death of lovers voice,
Having to walk a mile is nothing if I'm going,
But this is such a hell, when I'm leaving,

Each day, spending lost breaths and notes of melancholy melody,
I had the blood under control,
Never thought the hardest memories, would fall as a gun to my heart,
Control seemed in my hands,
Until I felt my eyelids faint,

Of lips as tired, of minds worked on from angels telling,
I thought I saw our hope,
So I ran after the rain,
And the clouds of destruction that seemed to follow right behind,
I missed your life,

And you found me, at the edge of the highest place our eyes had seen,
The highest place most eyes would ever wish to see,
Gasping for breath,
And seaching every eye I saw, for a reason to breath.
Tristan Claude Oct 2011
Calm down,
It's all right,
I'll be home tonight,
Calm done, love,
You're okay, we're okay,
I'll be back, and if you see me there,
Always by your side, it's okay,
Every step I take away,
I know I'll be back again,
Tears are the worst when I'm not around,
I would drown in your tears,
If I could not make them leave,
And I would write you a sonnet,
If I couldn't make you smile,
It's okay love, we're okay,
I'll be home tonight.
Tristan Claude Oct 2011
In these garden dreams,
Find me looking for you,
As the flowers grow, my heart wilts for your voice,
I am stuck, as my hope fallen so low,
Teach me how to cry, sadness skips that step,
Like a storm without a wind,
but destruction left behind,
You are the her in the songs I wish I could serenade,
If it were simple I'd say she were the sun,
or she was the hope where obstacles were ignored,
As the elegant jette, with thoughts that make my eyes look like they were gliding,
She is the her in the stories,
You are the day dream in my,
Insomnia.
Tristan Claude Oct 2011
'Till death do us part,
Let's hope that's not too soon,
And when we feel like we're falling,
Lets hope we don't hit too hard,
It takes a lot of hope, and it takes a lot of hell,
When you're always lost, you can barely call it lost at all,
Who I am doesn't matter,
When they want who I'm not,
It's like someone committing suicide you didn't know,
Sometimes you're more interested when they're gone,
Less so when they're here,
People get so sad when you're gone,
Not a smile at all though, while you're here,
You want to hear their voice, talk all night,
When they come along, tongue's as heavy as heart,
Not a word comes out, and then they're gone,
The abyss of searching for what's worth finding,
Find something worth finding, and as a warm winters breeze,
Never will it stay, like following your shadow,
Once you realize how to make it stay,
The sun sets, and it does not rise again,
Don't need a phone number, postal code or address at all,
Sometimes the best things don't come, they often go,
The grandest dreams turn into nightmares in their absence,
Wonderful sleep into an insomniac hell,
As the crows all fly away when someone dies,
It's simple, and it's really quite plain,
Forget your nerves and your memories, and try to forget the pain.
Tristan Claude Oct 2011
Leaving these cities,
Looking for open hearts,
I seem to find ashes wherever I fall,
Keep looking at your day glow,
Thinking about your voice and the way
Clouds fall from the sky, and the sky falls from stars,
These birds, and their black wings,
They all fly away when someone dies,
So don't die, don't die around me, I want them to stay,
I want your eyes like the last days of december,
Don't take me for who I say I am, I am just a lie,
Just a lie waiting to happen, happen every night,
You won't find the way the wind hits hillsides in books,
You'll only find it at the hillsides, and in the wind,
Please, don't scream at me, I'm listening to hard,
And it's the rain, that keeps making us slip,
We slide and we fall,
You say you wish  you were mentioned in that suicide note,
All you ever sang were alto goodbyes,
In the sun we thought we had fevers in our hearts,
Maybe you did, my lungs were melting and my breath just left,
I remember the train, alone on the train,
It felt like a room full of dancing moments of people who go everywhere,
Yet I was just alone with those windows,
That never did look back.
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