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RustyGrumps Aug 2020
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Sometimes your dreams
Aren't meant to be
Anything more
Than fantasy
RustyGrumps Jul 2020
Never felt as great a distance
As the 3 feet in between
Sitting together on this couch
You staring at that screen

Broken promises cutting deep
Your love a bold veneer
Hollow words preventing sleep
Your reasons are now clear

You didn't want to get away
To be out all on your own
You needed somewhere to stay
A place to call your home

My heart no more than a cobbled path
To the place which you now lay
Now feel its apathetic wrath
Because outside my heart you'll stay.
RustyGrumps Jul 2020
Well I may have lost the battle
But the war is far from done
I am a true warrior of love
Won't give up until I've won

Although the world is against me
With few people on my side
I'll never give up fighting
And I'll never lose my pride

I'll just keep on working forward
To that bright and shiny light
Struggling against the darkness
Fighting against the night

We live a life of burden
Where simple isn't always best
This existence is a trial
And our hearts put to the test

Never let the dark corrupt you
There's glory in the end
When you find someone to love
And that person is your friend.
RustyGrumps Jul 2020
Like a boat afloat at sea
Cracking against the strain
No sail, nor stable rudder
Fighting another rain

Lost and alone, drifting away
Into the endless blue
Never knowing where I'm going
Nor what I'm going to do

The sea, we know is mighty
Playing with you as she may
Tossing you aground!
Then releasing you next day

Testing you with foul storms
And tearing down your sails
Battering your downright soul
With a wind that howls and wails

A tempest brews beneath the shine
Of everlasting blue
On and on my boat will ride
Until my dreams come true
RustyGrumps Jul 2020
The inability to feel
Pleasure, pain, remorse
Insanity I call it
And let it run its course

Forever shutting out the world
Destined to be stag
Disconnected from myself
I only have this bag

The little bag of burden
Which I am forced to call my soul
Carries around forever
Its inability to be whole

Wishing to be forgotten
The little bag feeds me lies
Murky its reassurance
Only to fool the eyes

Toted around all eternity
Like a tumor on my back
It handicaps my pathways
To the emotions which I lack

2005

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