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 Jul 2015 Vivek Mukherjee
moonlit
i
inhale
the
smoke,
hoping
it
will
do
some
type
of
damage
to
me,
so
i
don't
have
to
do
it
myself.
Tonight,
As you reach the airport,
I'll be home,
Wishing you wouldn't leave.

Tonight,
As you pass the custom,
I'll be home,
Wishing I passed your mind; for once at least.

Tonight,
As you board the plane,
I'll be home,
Wishing you stayed.
Dreamy.
the human soul is a treacherous place
he threw me here; my mission is to pretend..

pretend that the night has settled
pretend that this is the final stage
pretend that this is what it's meant to evolve into
pretend that i'm okay.

i watched the world give up on me
cored these lungs away.
cast me out to sea as if i were a mare human being
he took away what i thought wasn't much of a heart anyway.

heavenly to have a dark pit bestowed in me
heavenly to be carefree

but what am i supposed to do;
when the best part of me was always you?

-Inside H. Cranium
 Jul 2015 Vivek Mukherjee
Dag J
where feelings
are found and
needs fulfilled the
nature of the
abandoned souls
burdens are
*eliminated
(c) dj 2015
Run run run
Run fast fast fast
There's no one to hold you down
Run run run
Run fast fast fast
But time
Oh time can slow you down
Run run run
Run fast fast fast
It's too late
There's nothing you can do
Stop stop stop
There's no point in running now
For what you're living for
Has been crushed
Shatter shatter shatter
You can hear the pieces of your life breaking
No more time
No more life
And now
Bye bye bye
 Jul 2015 Vivek Mukherjee
Johanne
somedays I want to live,
other days I wish I never existed
I used to yell
And fight back.
Until I realized
That you hate it much more
When I remain silent
And perfectly still.

Like a statue.
He can't stand their sobbing
Their howling and their begging
When they realise their time has come
And there's no running from him

They plead for more time
More time to love
More time to repent
More time to forgive
More time to appreciate
And more time to live

They always knew their time would end
But never are they ready to fall
Into the sweet cocoon of his embrace

Some fall gently into his open arms
Whilst others have to be beckoned
By his *deathly charm
If death were a person I imagine this is how he'd feel
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