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Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2019
The temperature frozen
Old sticks in the mud
New tracks are untrodden
Lost dreams from above
The raisins in darkness
All pits buried deep
The moon shines unfaithful
Recounting of sheep
The doctors watch broken
Your time shorter still
His prognosis a token
Beyond suture or pill
He asks if you’re ready
You say that you’re not
He asks if it matters
You ask if it ought
And into the night
You begin once again
To hurry the ending
To reach beyond blame
And all of the hate
You then leave behind
To warn all those jaded
Of what they’re never to find
"Partisan dreamer
Audience of one
Killer of grammar
Words on the run
Paragraph’s jilted
The undotted ‘I’
The meaning now freed
All language denied
Rhythm of opportunity
Children of hope
Seizing the moment
Not dropping the soap
Stretching the limits
Crossing the line
To beat a new cadence
Time begs to shine"
You want it to make sense
You want it to seem clear
As your feigned self importance
No longer precious or dear
But the only one caring
And that still in doubt
A mirrored reflection
Of what time has cast out
You head off to work
Your laser untagged
The morning unvetted
Coworkers who brag
The lunch break upon you
Again eating alone
The steak is served raw
Chewed right to the bone
The banter around you
Seems damning at best
The shroud that surrounds you
To defile or to bless
“You gain nothing by trying”
You gain nothing you say
As you then begin crying
For that one gone away
That girl in the tall grass
That girl in your arms
Went to be with another
When you bartered your charms
Her daughter is grown now
Some say looks like you
Could it be then you wonder
When the times were so few
You pay the cashier
As you walk slowly out
This bill had been dear
More than you had allowed
With the bone in your pocket
You head back to your desk
As the cry of a mockingbird
Decries and behests
Your pen running dry
As your mind starts to write
On your third eye a sty
Melding vision with sight
And its then that you notice
Hanging pink and in front
And you know that your future’s
A dog that can’t hunt
So you walk to his office
And sit down in the chair
You look at him soulless
And try not to care
He explains “That he’s sorry”
That “The timing’s not right”
He says that you’re valued
But be gone by tonight
As you clean out your desk
A new feeling partakes
You look up to the ceiling
Lost in all that’s at stake
And that feeling is good now
That feeling seems right
As the feeling then pushes
As the feeling alights
You decide now emboldened
To stop on the way home
At the house of that one
You left forever alone
You heard of divorce
You wonder how bad
The damage it left her
Was it worse than you had
As you slow down your car
She stands in the yard
As you speed up your heart
She says “Directions, how far”
She does not recognize you
Have you changed all that much
She looks at you puzzled
As you long for her touch
And you drive away empty
As you drive away cold
And you drive away blackened
From your heart to your soul
But your path is now clear
You’ve just one place to go
As those things that you feared
Have now falsely been shown
And you walk in her kitchen
The door never had locked
Standing there and still smitten
The one you thought had forgot
“Was that you in the car earlier
Was that you, really you
I couldn’t believe it
Because I still love you, I do”
A reward wrapped in burlap
The priciest kind
Where if never rejected
You are never to find
So make just one promise
To then promise again
To be true to your feelings
From beginning to end
"Sages and broomsticks
motherless pearls
Witches who threaten
fatherless girls
New curse of the ages
old grudges remain
A coven of stages
to hide from the rain
And the mark then of Satan
the touch of the Lord
To the death plated sunset
and the winner forlorn"
The trap in this quandry
which you must break out
As with all ***** laundry
to first burn and then shout
As the truth is not distant
a true word never feigned
And the peace that you’re seeking
still inside and unclaimed
So let go of the dogma
and the medals will melt
Your deck full of aces
all cards are redealt
But the moment is now
and the moment is clear
Once the moment is chosen
new joy spun from fear
So to those who will threaten
with eternity ******
Say “Away with your blasphemy
stop where you stand”
Your wings have resprouted
your eyes looking in
A new life has been started
—you’re blessed to begin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
anna burns Mar 2020
I'm taking over my body,
Back in control, no more shotty,
I bet a lot of me was lost,
Ts uncrossed and Is undotted,
I fought it a lot
And it seems a lot like flesh is all I got,
Not anymore, flesh out the door,
Swat.

I must've forgot, you can't trust me,
I'm open a moment and closed when you show it,
Before you know it, I'm lost at sea,
And now that I write and think about it,
And the story unfolds,
You should take my life,
You should take my soul.

You are surrounding all my surroundings,
Sounding down the mountain range of my left-side brain,
You are surrounding all my surroundings,
Twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes.

And I'll be holding on to you

Remember the moment
You know exactly where you're going,
'Cause the next moment,
Before you know it, time is slowing
And it's frozen still,
And the window sill looks really nice, right?
You think twice about your life,
It probably happens at night,
Right?

Fight it,
Take the pain, ignite it,
Tie a noose around your mind
Loose enough to breathe fine and tie it
To a tree. Tell it, "You belong to me.
This ain't a noose, this is a leash.
And I have news for you: you must obey me."

You are surrounding all my surroundings,
Sounding down the mountain range of my left-side brain,
You are surrounding all my surroundings,
Twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes.

Entertain my faith.

Lean with it, rock with it,
When we gonna stop with it,
Lyrics that mean nothing,
We were gifted with thought,
Is it time to move our feet
To an introspective beat,
It ain't the speakers that bump hearts,
It's our hearts that make the beat.

And I'll be holding on to you.
holding on to you - twentyonepilots
Emmett Mar 2020
Each moment goes past in a series of memories unfolded not without but within me. You see

A container for the memories of what we could be. When I would have told you that this burn is an evergreen would you run or flee... To me.

The burn oh evergreen. Bursting
Inferno will you, will this roast me?
If it does would I want it to be?

A line of words brittle and broken as bones... alone. Isolated. An island of paragraphs yet to be written. I’m bitten.

And yet unsure of my status, am I lost or am I found? Am I floating through the air or pounded into the ground?

If I burn then I run the risk of having to be there endlessly. You see. I would never leave you in my independency but your parents ask me potentially to leave you be.

Then again as Tyler said those T’s uncrossed and I’s undotted could leave us in a heap 10 feet from where we departed unable to justify the cost of the fight you’re right I might.

But no. If I am cast into the pit of fire and flames and maimed I could never return. Unburn relieve myself from this pain and gain or lose and loosen the noose surrounding me. Slowly emptying the space between me and me. Or more accurately the space between me and you. Eventually this could be the death of me or who I was meant to be.

In bed with a liar that I could never trust. I never want this ****** upon me because each moment, each life, each crying embrace. Laced in a web of your encased place I would never know if it was really beau and boe or just another fancy way of saying I need help and you’re the only way I can be who I’m meant to be.
Kendra Feener Nov 2014
it rained today, and i hid away from the clouds, but failed to escape my feelings, again.
i should stop. i shouldn't get into this again, i shouldn't do this to myself any more. i continuously hurt myself and set myself up for disappointment over and over again, and it's enough now. i should stop.
but i can't.
i can't help but remember sitting in my grade 12 art class, mixing blues, and whites, and greys, trying to mix the perfect colour to match your eyes. like some sort of game. as if doing so could prove my talent as an artist, or my love for you, or my will to keep pushing myself to reach for something that is so impossible; such as the colour of your eyes, or your love in return for my own.
god, i'm so sick. not physically, but mentally. i cannot sleep. i awaken every hour, only to be left again with the never ending task of attempting a night that is not restless and lonely and full of missing you.
i still don't know how i can miss you. i still don't know how no matter what the song, it some how reminds me of you. i still don't know how i can stand to hear them. i still don't know how you bring out these ****** pieces of writing out of me. i can't be bothered to even look at my mistakes. i just can't be bothered. my i's go left undotted, and my run on sentences go left unnoticed.
to say i've moved on would be a lie. to say everything is the same would be a lie. to say dreaming about someone who is not you feels right in my heart would be a lie. to say i don't try to make it right would be a lie.
i know i should stop.
i know i shouldn't do this to myself again.
i know i shouldn't get lost in my head again, hoping the thought of you will bring me a peaceful sleep.
i think i'm going to though.
it was my nightly ritual for many months;
suppressed for weeks now.
i think it's time to get lost again.
i think i just might.


come looking for me if you wish.
though, i at least know not to count on it.

love always,
who the **** even cares about the rain, let it dry up.
november 17th, 2014
10:48 PM
i'm just rain and you want a city full of sun.
i wish i had thought about this fact long before now.

— The End —