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Warren May 2019
**** those that **** and forgo the contradiction,
Steal the life of a thief in return,
Put the ****** in side for his cell mates to ride,
And watch the arsonist burn,
Ironic I feel maybe even surreal,
This justice we love to betray,
Pieces and pawns played out on their lawns,
Oh look how the gods love to play.
Warren May 2019
The higher I soar,
The harder they pull at the harpoons -
        snared in my wings,
They dare not let me be seen,
For the hope that I represent,
But so blind are they at the leash,
For I’m not seeking my escape,
I’m only trying to lead them to freedom.
Warren May 2019
Sometimes terrible things just happen,
The worst you can imagine,
A nightmare coming real,
The fear you wished never to feel,
Sometimes we just don’t have a choice,
At times no one hears our voice,
Our cry for help falls on deaf ears,
Things fall apart after many years,
There’s no excuse no reason why,
It’s never fair for one to die,
It’s never right to break a heart,
Families should never break apart,
A child should never be abandoned,
No one should break the 5th commandment,
The young should never feel ashamed,
The wild in us should not be tamed.
But It happens everyday,
In a whole myriad of ways,
We shouldn’t let it **** our passion,
Sometimes terrible things just happen.
Warren May 2019
She cried so hard for one so young,
Tears flooded where she lay,
Mummy and daddy were being ripped apart,
Her little hopes were being washed away,
She was told to get up that they had to leave,
She knew it wasn’t good,
Confused and scared she grabbed her dolls,
From the dresser where they stood,
She didn’t know what they’d done to each other,
Daddy’s eyes looked so sad,
She trembled with guilt at seeing them suffer,
Gone was the strength he’d had,
Mummy too looked scared and hurt,
And reached to lead her outside
She held on tightly to her mummy’s shirt,
And heard her say “I’ve tried”
She stopped at the door not knowing which way to go,
How could she leave either one,
Her dad was her hero and all that she knew,
Yet she couldn’t leave her  mum,
The both looked at her with pleading eyes,
Too young to feel so torn,
She wished she was back inside her bed,
Safe and loved and warm,
She couldn’t move - how could she choose,
She turned and ran inside,
She ran back up towards her room,
And found a place to hide.
Daddy had said if she closed her eyes,
Made a wish and blew,
That if she really really wanted it -
Her wish might just come true.
Warren May 2019
Please don’t tread upon our faith
Or pay the ferryman till’ its safe,
We’ve been the blind now let us be the worthy,
The fractured thoughts we hid away,
In the place we weren’t allowed to say,
We’re older now and deserve our share of mercy.
To share the truth that’s on our mind,
The ones we prayed no one would find,
To put an end to this abusive monster,
Because our silence just condones,
The beast that hid our broken bones,
Who stole our innocence for which to squander.
No more whispers in our eyes,
No more living with these lies,
It’s time the public get to see behind the curtain
It’s time to free our chains of youth,
Explain why we’re misunderstood,
And unload ourselves from this eternal burden.
Warren May 2019
It consumes me whilst I’m in here,
It feeds from within,
I’m not sure if it’s a crutch that holds me up,
Or a cover that keeps me safe,
But I feel it every day,
Every second of every hour it’s here,
Suggesting and resenting,
Whispering and venting,
It’s affects my physicality,
It makes me feel larger,
Foreboding,
It contorts my features to show its hate,
It scares me but I’m not scared of it,
I accept it because it’s mine,
It’s the only thing I own which no one else can get,
Its all I have in here and I need it to get me through,
My hate,
My loathing,
My vengeance,
The only thing i pray for ,
The one thing I wish to find,
Is that when my time is up,
I can leave this hate behind.
Warren May 2019
In my darkest times I yearn to bleed,
It’s what I need for this hate to be freed,
One slow gentle cut just enough to shut -
Out the pressure inside from which I’m desperate to hide.
Just a trickle of blood that feels like a flood,
A tsunami of hymns bleeding my sins,
It’s a silent addiction,
A poetic affliction,
Just a nick here and there,
It’s not like anyone cares,
One slow gentle cut just enough to shut-
out the voices I hear that fill me with fear,
Just to feel the release of that beautiful peace,
Just the smallest of cuts,
Just to deal with this crux.
I’ve tried and I’ve prayed but these feelings won’t fade,
I’ve ran out of options all I’ve left is this blade,
Don’t judge me don’t sneer,
Unless you’ve been here your won’t know what it’s like,
It’s a hopeless fight,
One slow gentle cut just enough to free -
        all this hate inside that’s killing me.
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