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In times of distress, emptiness, and confusions
Let God be the source of inspiration
Ask for forgiveness and pray for protection
He will be your defender in any situation.
My insanity lies in your hands.
Every move you make are my commands.
You stole away the apple of my eye.
Leading me on to every bad guy.
Leaving me to fend for myself.
Then like a toy, putting me back on the shelf.

My stone cold soul lies in your hands.
Every thought creates a new demand.
I always end up falling for your tricks and schemes.
This why no person is what they seem.

My poison drenched heart fills your hands.
With every trembling beat comes a wretched new plan.
Drizzled in ink, it leaks out sorrow.
Sorrow that fills my veins and prepares me for tomorrow.
 Dec 2013 wounded words
Nameless
He loves me.
The single yellow petal falls like I fell for you.

He loves me not.
Another drops to the ground like my heart did when you forgot to call.

He loves me.
The softness of the flower reminds me of your kiss that night under the stars.

He loves me not.
The inaudible sound of the section being ripped from it’s origin almost sounds like my heart did when I realized you deserved more.

He loves me.
The easiness of pulling the petal resembles how easy it was to fall in love with you.

He loves me not.
The small scar in the top corner of the delicate foliole disenchants the image like the ones on my wrist did to the way you looked at me.

He loves me.
I grab on to this last petal like I grabbed on to that last, “I love you.”

He loves me not.
This tattered, empty skeleton of something once breathtaking will never truly be able to convey the hollowness of my being when I lost you.


He loves me not.
 Dec 2013 wounded words
Janelise
the sky seemed so clear then;

you, me, the storm, and a song.

we swayed and dreamed feeling the universe,

her swift and complicated hands,

drawing us ever closer to that desperate tipping point.

dropping you to your knees, world rocked,

and touching down on me.

we drifted and captured one another:

body on top of body, eyes closed, legs wrapped, lips locked.

and that blue lightening,

it never stopped.
 Dec 2013 wounded words
Emma
Walls
 Dec 2013 wounded words
Emma
You said "I love you."

And I think you should know, my dear love
that
I've completely fallen down
 Dec 2013 wounded words
brooke
while
worrying i
would never
wake up without
thinking of you first,
I realized i managed to see past
the thought of you today there's
so much of me  that's new, so much of
me i've never seen, and i've only ever taken the
first step but watch me, watch me take the second
and the third and crescendo far above the heavy thrum
of acoustic guitars,

but
didn't you
love.
that.
about me



anyway?
(c) Brooke Otto 2013
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