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Shiloh Apr 2014
Sleep all day and I'm tired when I wake up
Juggling the same thoughts that are longing to be forgotten
My tendencies focus on
the negative
the useless
an equation led by conditioning no doubt
resulting in thinking I'm less than nothing
when I know I have so much to offer
but a life dragged on by sadness
is all I've ever known.

With so much hate and fear
puzzling the pieces of me
when I thought there was nothing left
but a stubborn tough front
to my dismay I have discovered
there are reasons
waiting to be understood
for the way I am.

I just wish I knew what I was waiting for...
Shiloh Apr 2014
Looking back
on everything that
happened so fast
I have now realized
I was forcing logic upon
a situation that made no sense.

I was blaming you
because the truth
of facing the reality
that it really all does
fall down on me.

You were the one to come back into my life
I was the one to believe all the lies
this may not be the most beautiful way
but all things I have long needed to say.

You Broke Me.
Leaving me scarred, when the dust settled
I gathered in the pieces of myself
My one remaining standing
At best, fragmented.
A Crooked Smile.

Then you come crashing through
obliterating and consuming it all
quite like the perfect storm
making me fall
and once again
the pain makes me.

I now see
and feel
and know
enough to never look back.

To have your wildest dreams spread out in front of you
Not wanting to know, what is sure to come
Hoping for the best, giving benefit to doubt
Everything so close you can practically taste it
Then all in one night,
ripped out of sight,
instead making light
of your worst nightmares.

I wouldn't ever wish that on my worst enemy...
But I would wish that on you.
just working through my writer's clog.
Shiloh Apr 2014
When the sun goes down, and night starts to fall
all of my happy splattered on the wall
my insides twisted, not being sure what to call
the disdain imprinted not only on my face
but the monsters now pretending to be me.

Or me pretending that I'm not a monster.
Shiloh Apr 2014
Your insistence pressing upon the dragging
Mustered false enthusiasm on both sides
Endless questioning expressions
Continually asking why
This prolonged sense of obligatory nonsense
Persists and carries such weight with importance
When none of it really matters

when all I want is
to be held by you.
Shiloh Apr 2014
slowly coming back to me
stagnant come the melodies
never smoothing my desire
always searching for...
Shiloh Apr 2014
Music and books will always be my oldest friends
Pretend worlds and the notes in between the spaces
The moments lingering, keeping me hanging by that thread
Which is the only reason I have...
Shiloh Dec 2013
But to explain the feel of the natural pull I'm not sure how I would describe
The pulsating frequencies rubbing off within the walls of the inside of my mind
I long to dance around those like minded souls
Burning passion like fire
My fear no longer hooks me captive I won't hesitate
Because you never know what might be right around the corner
Good music is my vibe.
The harder the challenge
the wider my smile.
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