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wanderer Jun 2013
Staring out the window, lying in the dark
Wistfully wishing for moon and stars
But blinded by a streetlight
Blotting out the beauty of a sky at night
As surely as the world seperates you and I

Pressing my face to the glass
I cannot see them, though surely I can feel them
Toying with my mind at the edge of my perception,
Like your hands wrapped 'round my heart
-shining in the distance

The stars will shine again one day,
But I wonder if I'll ever know your face
Or will it remain forever out of reach
-just sparkling light on midnight canvas

Such bittersweet thoughts twist my mood
So I fall asleep to dream of you
-and streetlights turn to stars and moon
Something about this feels... off. Ideas?
wanderer May 2013
With this pen
I slit my wrist
Let it bleed on this page
Release the sadness and rage
Let these words
Pick the lock and let me out of this cage

Paint a smile for those I love
They don't need to know
So I do my best to hide
All the pain that's deep inside
Writing blood and tears
In this little book of mine

No, I don't want it to show
I don't want your attention for this
It just brings more pain
If blood on the floor
Is what it takes to say my name
I'd rather hear silence
At least it's honest

So I write these words
Just for me
To keep Death away
I scribe its name
And hope one day
The pain that fills my pen
Will drain away
And I can put this blade

Down.
wanderer May 2013
Why?
Why does this life feel so hollow
Empty on the inside
I see the people
I hear other voices
But not mine
It doesn't matter
Because I don't

Alone
Is what I fear
Is what I am
What I shall be?
So it seems
Quietly darkened by insignificance
No solace in this solitude
Nor escape from this unbarred cell

I reach out
And stop
No one is there
To take the hand
So the heart withers
Day by day it dies
As a rose kept from the light
A forget-me-not, forgotten
wanderer May 2013
Scarlet moon hidden
In twisted shadow branches
Hunter's Moon for those who seek
Searching through the midnight
For that which holds his heart
Moonlight stains her flowing hair
He sees it now
But not so near
Footsteps slow
Heartbeat quickens
Slowly goes
Through the mist between them
A few last steps
She turns and sees him
A quiet noise
Now no space between them
The red moon drives it
The soft mist hides it
Shadow  envelopes
A velvet blanket
Quiet now
Two lovers lie
Bodies washed
By a blood moon sky
wanderer May 2013
I walked along a path so straight and twisted
Til I came upon a cloud on fire
And with rain I soon was misted
When this dust from the sky had dried
My skin was bright and rusted
Then these flakes they flew and fell
Opened the heavens to show me Hell
And those demons with their silent screams
Showed me beauty in hateful dreams
So when I woke in angel's arms
It seemed their pains had done no harms
. . . It was gentle fingers had left the scars. . .
wanderer May 2013
I've got an empty page
And a million things to say
If only I can find a phrase
That won't make you turn away

Everyone is broken
I'm alone and the same
Walking with the broken soul
I got to start this game

Trying to find one made for me
I'll know her by the way she seems
Broken in a different way
Expressing all she sees
With the pieces missing from me

And she'll burn with the anger
Of a false love
But she searches for her missing pieces
So the flames will let up.
I feel this piece is unfinished, but it may be because the story is still unfolding.

— The End —