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winter Dec 2015
it was so dark down there

earth crumbles, muffled mumbles,
twisting,
resisting,
persisting
the death of coexisting.

i believe it was a time
when severe grime
was at its prime

but i remember
above
the soft comforting glow of ember

it was so lonely down there

silent shrieks, hesitant peeks,
sneaking,
seeking,
reaching
towards something that isn't there.

later, i stare
as i am gasping for air
into a beam of light
that has answered my prayer

and i remember
that once i was above
my happiness of december
is when i find love
below II
winter Dec 2015
i may not be brilliant
or particularly resilient
and entirely insignificant,

but now my words
have been taken with the songbirds
and i have no idea where towards.

i wont let their truth
take any innocent youth
when they could soothe.

i do not understand
how they were allowed to expand
past my imaginary contained land.

others have inflated such false veracity
that i didn't think there was a tendency
to believe words with such ferocity.

but none of it matters now
i must retreat and allow
the people to take their vow.

my confounded ignorance
has been a serious hinderance
in my search for a fair existence.
i prefer happy lies to hurtful truths
winter Dec 2015
i may be crazy, but at least i'm considered sane
winter Dec 2015
waterfalls fly calmly into the skies
winter Dec 2015
blackness behind my eyes,
inconsolable beneath dark skies.
stars fight to be able to rise
next to the most obvious lies,
and the sadness of loosening ties
takes hold when my voice dies.
the moon may have lower highs
but what she lacks in size
she makes up for in allies.
now everyone refuses to compromise
the clock ticks its surprise
this downhill tumble won’t beat sunrise.
all know that looking into the sun is unwise
so lets go back and revise
what would have been our demise.
winter Dec 2015
you dream of wings
and cruel deposed kings.

your eyes have left
having witnessed so much theft.

you may waste away
and so i beg you to stay

but you are lost
within a castle's frost

your thoughts have turned bitter
and your dreams now flitter

the light returns
but the coldness burns

and i ask you
to live
for me.
fly I was not that good. sorry.
winter Dec 2015
fly
i tell you to live
for me.

i wish you couldn't see
the hypocrite inside me.

my words may be in vain,
but your thoughts are a chain.

everything holds you down
your mind is a ghost town

i know you cant help it
and you just want to quit

but please

live

for me.
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