"scences" poems
Riding to communion,
Just to exchange drawing of sick scences.
It was hard to sneak flirts,
without your brothers seeing.
They'd never suspect good friends,
not in the Baptistery.
How could such a well to-do family make such a little monster for me?
How could they call us sick and twisted for feelings we didn't quite know?
How much farther could we truly go,
I'm grasping to turn back now.
They're hot on our trail,
it's too late for that though
The pitchforks are near.
They've torn us apart,
let us forget who we are.
It's been ages since I've seen you,
but I still have these scares.
These memories,
these feeling,
they keep dragging me back.
If I can't have you,
then please, please just let leave me on my track.
I can't keep chasing these feelings you've given, they've said it'll **** me.
I keep trying and trying to replace your sick effects,
but it keeps me craving for what I can't have yet.
But your not just somebody, you're much more to me.
Your'e the root of my suffering,
my impossible dream.
I still hate myself,
i truly do.
Because if you came back tomorrow,
I'd still leave with you.
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 11:25 PM UTC
I want to know the blidness that kept his hands sliding and moving as if two scences were bundled and expelled from the already darkening white shade, pearling infront of his paintngs, There he found the secrets of golden asps and seductive tones
that manipulated Antonys weakness for powerful women. But now the blank verses of god and poet live to the imposible idea of finding secrecy and sharing the myth that his scribe would have to live with. The hardest process of sinking your open thoughts in hot salt. The painful scars of reliving and redoing to go out into the night hoping it wasnt your last.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
Rain drops showers me and I love them
They hide my tears and wash my face
They shake my muscles and I love it
They hide my fears that shake me.
For years as it rains
I walked in the rain during downpours
I loved the scences in the rain
And maybe my success lied there...
People liked to see me wet my shirt
In showers that were tears
I kept crying for long,
And I grew a skekoton
I became a center of interest
And I was shy
But like hope rain fell
And I was a sprout of hope!
As i lead my life,
As I live it,
Whatever the course ,
I know in the begining I was nothing ...
Then HOPE sprouted in my skeleton
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC