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brandon nagley Jun 2015
Corrupted!!!!!
                      
                           They've practiced filth,

And hast forgotten romance!!!

                           For they've made lust their God,

And romance their slave!!!
I am from the hot ocean breeze

and crystal clear waters

From the baseball fields

where the dug-outs are covered in original flavored sunflower seeds

From the "lefty's got game!"

and the "Lefty, get it!" As I step up to home plate

I am from the young girl who runs through the coffee fields

in her sky blue dress in the embrace of freedom

I am from the delicately blooming red Rose in a field of Tulips

From the hidden secret garden

that is my heart



I am from the smile that shines as bright as the sun

From the vroom-vroom of the motor to the red motorcycle riding up the dirt road

I am from frustration of a currupted past

fading away in a whirl of darkness

I am from the young girl horse back riding on the beach

the ball of fire up in the sky

setting the scenery as she makes her way down the beach

I am from the fairy tales of a young girl all grown

yet still refusing to relinquish a dream meant to be lived
C A May 2013
I can't take your calls anymore
Something's just not right with your mind
I can't stand the way you try to control the things you can't help in your life
Because even when the skys are blue
Your still living in a tragedy
And even when its going good
Your still impossible to deal with
I wish you could see yourself
Take a good hard look
I wish you could just be yourself
Your trying to impress the world
But your just another mindless, failing robot
Circling the depths of nonsense and chaos
You're a product of the dogma that comsumes the currupted mind
One that stabs uncertainty with darkness instead of light
But somethings are not exactly what they seem
Sometimes I'm forced to drown in echoed ****** screams
And pretend to be somewhere else in this misery
I'll pretend you were only trying to protect me
As I wish upon another hopeless, dimming shooting star
Concentrate on anything else but this headache you make pound on my brain
If only magic exsisted
And I had it in me
To just fly out of this nightmare and into the sky
Would you leave me alone and stop calling
Because I can't take your phone calls anymore
Idil Oct 29
Couples of swans form the shape of a heart,
Together for eternity,
Even after death swans cannot forget their first;
Always and forever,
The rays of the sun flows through my body,
but you somehow make me feel it in my chest alone
warmth and pain
You brought the light into my dark well
You made me understand metephors like “butterflies in my stomach”
Things i used to laugh at, called cringe, now all feel exciting at the slight hope i can do them with you
Wherever i see a smile yours comes to mind
You have currupted my thoughts,
But am i in any of yours?
The moon looks beautiful,
So why are you looking away?

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