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Nella Jan 2020
Fuzzy vision
Blurred lights
Euphoria
Darkness
Endless roads
Music
Daydreamer
I am a night thinker
Moons are kind to me
Nella Dec 2019
I wish it all wasn't so broken
All of us and everything
Finding cracks so deep in the most unsuspecting places really makes it seem like we really don't know what were doing
Makes it look like the ones talking to the skies are on to something
Isn't that sane to think so?
Compared to the chaos of existence
I wish I knew you
But doesn't seem that's the thing
Anyone knowing anyone
No matter the time or aging
Always a piece hidden
I wonder if that's what the sky sees? All of us..... All pieces......naked....raw....bleeding
I wish we knew how to build our fates and existence, that we were tradesmen of the universe
A lovely idea to build the wind instead of the sails
We could direct
Not seek but know
I've heard some say well then what would be the meaning of life?
But do you know our meaning now?
Maybe we will see each other
But with no wind paper airplanes won't get far
Nella Dec 2019
Never a more elegant dance than in a lovers eyes
The things a body will do under there spell
Affliction, passion, scars, broken in the right places
I get lost
In your eyes
In your smell, touch
Nella Dec 2019
Stumbling thumbs I'm numb
Eat out the hearts that don't know me
Its a sick run to the heart
So be easy in your judgement
Sick from sin craving love
You can't blame a dark lost soul
Nella Dec 2019
Wild in my eyes sees it in you
I've never been owned
Chained up
Tied down
Forced to be anything else
You don't look like you can be owned
A possession
Wild.......free.........with fire
I didn't notice the man on your arm
I noticed your lack of interest in this place
We should go
Nella Dec 2019
Well..........
Fates indecisive and I'm impatient
My hands have built and destroyed bigger things
Is there any need for an explanation as to why a person takes hold of there life
No..........there's not
Look to the sky for light dear, my eyes are busy
Nella Dec 2019
Where do I begin or end I am without any explanation of my sin I've chosen to stay mad because I understand why people are sad I'm ****** contagious and mighty in my mind teetering on the edge of insanity with my back to sublime I get bored with everyday life and depression is another label for a long drawn out death for 30 years il wait maybe 30 more il pay all my bills work and forever more be a ******* bore drill in my tired soul some more eat your heart out poe we all die wanting more I didn't ask for this so I won't ask for love or understanding or acceptance from above fill my mind with only ever my existences woes I count on fingers and toes all my scars and sewn my mouth shut for screaming in the dark I will not I walk by the lights of gunshots cause love is a fairytale like a old movie I play to reminisce of my young innocent ignorant hearts view of the world
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