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kyle Shirley Mar 2018
I didn't just fall in love with you,
it wasn't as elegant as that.
I tripped,
stumbled and bumbed my head.
when I awoke I saw heaven staring at me.
I heard a voice of grace
whisper a loving melody.
You make my body ache and shake
Your the perfect cup of coffee to start my day
Your the bed I come to carry out my Sundays
Your the childhood memory of a tire swing
You are my super nova,
my rain drops bathing in a puddle
The sun to my moon.
There will also be me in the story of you.
The behind the scenes
No rewind button
Just a fast forword screen.
Simbarashe1 Nov 2016
As brurrly vision becomes more transparent
The hard humming disappearing from my head
The uneasy pain becoming more and more apparent
Senses returning to their normal carriculums
Bit by bit my memory recovering to unveil
The simple truths of the tragedy i was in,  
I realized i had just cheated death

Everything happened in tachyon speeds,
One minute i was alive and happy as a lark
The next minute i was recovering from the boarders of death
One minute i had friends,  enjoying the trip to a popular resort
The next minute they changed route to heaven or hell
As death had just bumbed unto us,  .
Leaving me on the boarders of this world and another

I dont know whether it was because i lived,  or the memory of my friends
My face insrantly flooded with tears,  
My heart aching and my head twirling,  
Wishing it was one of those scarry meaningless dreams
But my sanity assured me it was more real than it seemed
I couldn't hold,  this was too much
Although i had just cheated death...
I felt weak,  and fell down
First on my knees,  then cascaded to my whole body,  ...darkness fell over me
Chris Sep 2019
I was a mistake. It was a hell of a ride but I had to halt had too much at stake. Guess its just fate my days in dreaming with nights awake. As if I was well studied to my weak points they applied pressure. A fitting gesture to a man with his past emotionally bloodied this made my heart a fissure I was stresscased at my core's base so daily I grew more smiles hiding my real face. I gave trust but for my heart the world held a bloodlust. It chased me down, twisted my mind around to accept this pressure it was as if my pain people treasured.

I was peoples most common devilish delight.. A young man with potential.. Yes I had chances.. But evil of human hearts is intelligent and kept attacking my innocence so when I see people I'm sick of all of this and I stare blank into the distance..

Relentless my brain became in my attacks of anxiety so slow I changed sick I had no chance and fell to the ground stars all around as they circled me quick they were slick with words to fit their own benefit they were ****** to this day I'm ticked man I'm ******* I was so blind, I'm infuriated at how you all left me behind your lives ever foward my mind stuck in rewind I was lost memories and lost light I just could never find.

So I live bumbed, sore, torn and numbed by **** that used pressure ******* when to my love they applied their thumb until of me nothing was left but what the world calls a man.

My childhood gone. Stolen by my love and by time..

Drowning in expecations.

This is me now.. Broken back but I still walk. No desire to speak yet I still talk.

No strength even to crawl..

But I still walk.. I still walk..

My God I still walk..

And it never stops..
I realize it is a dark poem.. I have been experimenting with wordplay.. This is a little out of my norm but I want to become more skilled.. I am a self-taught poet so I suppose this poem is my "experiment"  as well as a viewpoint on society and its dark side. I am trying to broaden my poetry and its forms.

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