"acompanies" poems
Stinging morning coffee bliss acompanies the first cig of the day,
It’s all downhill from here.
Does normal things Goes to lecture
Lunchtime sugar low.
Self-destructive tendencies itching,
Beer kick - gets drunk.
Being constructive is crushing.
Goes to lecure
Mind numbing normality
Home.
Fearful of loneliness and needy, go waste some hours.
Its late. Restless.
Stoop on the street,
with friends. Anxious, ill.
Wasted night.
Collapse into a shallow sleep of self-loathing.
Zombied.
Repeated offence.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
The wolf scurries at night to howl at the moon
In his eyes, a gun thats broken and won´t stop shooting
As loneliness stands by
It beats twice
The carousel is broken and it swings like a child on a sing
Like meloncoly playing with regret
The silouhettes and shadows come to life, They wander through the halls
Empty, emprisoned
It beats ten times
A drop falls in an endless sea and wrinkles the sands of time
Desperation watches and love walks away
It beats fifteen times
The flock of crows organize a mutanity against silence
And peace is defeated
It beats thirty-six times
Anger has a whiskey and pasion tries to ****** him
The piano man sings with his beautiful notes and lust comittes suicide
Hope leaves the bar, and acompanies loneliness as he stands by to watch
A wolf scurry to howl at the moon
It Beats One Time
Becuase only one time is necesary
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
I remember someone,
I've fallen in love too.
Somewhere and somehow,
I couldn't just picture it out.
I can barely see her in my mind,
Somewhere deep in my thoughs.
It is shooting out like a spring on a dessert,
It's going out, but I can't see its connection.
I loved someone, she hit me hard,
Her name, I know it's still in my heart.
It is pounding fast, I'm being raced by time,
Indeed, I always love her, my heart never stops.
Even though she didn't love me,
And I felt a little cold.
My heart as hard as stone,
She's inside it, but no one knows.
My memories with her,
It's truly overflowing.
Those happy things,
I know, great things always have an ending.
As the clock ticks and time runs out,
Surely there were things you forgot about.
My name, my heart,
My existence, it seems like you never knew me at all.
It is sad like a song,
A picture of you, acompanies me along.
And now remembering those memories while sitting on a shore,
Because... Because she didn't know me anymore.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC