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Shreds us the life
With bruises and cuts
Our days run rife
In the ifs and buts!

If the day was bright
If hadn’t fallen rain
If quickly passed the night
If living was no pain!

But the day was a mess
But the winds blew harsh
But time was hard pressed
But cloud hid the stars!

If happened how we need
If they all smoothly clicked
If luck came with speed
If clock slowly ticked!

But things ran amok
But nothing went right
But faced a roadblock
But fortune took flight!

Tear us apart the ifs and buts
Do steal away all happiness
Wound our life with bruises and cuts
Alas for them we have no redress!
 Sep 2014 twisted mind
Haydn Swan
Blinded by shadows,  didn't see the light,
Should have asked you to dance on a moonlit night,
never caught you a star in warm embrace,
or traced the contours of your face.
never ran my fingers through your hair,
or screamed and laughed like we just didn't care,
never stared into your eyes, as dark as coal,
or poured my secrets into your soul,
didn't understand till it was all too late,
how the sugar sweet candy took care of your fate.
for a very dear friend who sadly passed away after a drug overdose.
She's dead,
The one who loved me and gave me care.
She held me in her arms when safety was rare.

She's gone.
All my hopes drained. She was my everything and kept me maintained.

She'll never come back.
She was my everything, put me in front of her.
She was all I had, forever.

She's no more.
My life has ended, has no meaning?
I'll have no peace, no reasoning.

I Love her.
My mother's dead, she always made my day. Now she's gone,
I have no more to say.
Just another one of my old works
Walking amongst the fog
I see nothing but my fears
Lungs choking on the smog
I have been lost in here for years

Seeing only shimmers of light
I'm struggling to find the way
I become colder and darker every night
Searching for the words to say

Unsure if I can make it all alone
Harvester of my own life and the seeds of death I have sown
 Sep 2014 twisted mind
ajp
August 23, 2014 12:25 pm

All I want to do before I die
Is to write something so
beautiful,  people leak
emotions from their eyes
and sigh with huffs of
wind strong enough
to be heard
from London.
I want to put life back
into eyes of the
broken.
I want all of these
rotten human beings
to feel something other
than the numbness
and anger that
consumes their
soul
 Sep 2014 twisted mind
Renae
I am heart & soul
I am nobody special
I don't claim to be
I write what I know
I write when Im mad
I write when I'm blue
I write about everything
I write just for you
I write about love
Though I know not
I'm just writing each line
with all of my heart
Welcome to the dream catcher
But don't linger long
Lest you want to stay
To find your dreams
Gone
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