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 Nov 2015 x a l
Cold-Bones
Everything has become so  irrelevant.
I'm searching for an explanation but it doesn't add up. Nothing does.
  I stay Comprehensive but nothing suffices.  Its a case of reversionist logic.
     A impending cycle with no absolute meaning. Fog seems to cloud my judgement so my conscious doesn't comply.
Loathed anti prescription swallowed daily, while the white walls and blue ocean make it's scenery.
The voices try to compromise,  but it's a debate that holds an never ending rebuttal.
Always forced into the unknown.
  But a understanding of me, my voice, my demeanor, and my place in this bounden life circle is lost. So you must believe that no one will understand me.
  I consider my self a ancient relic.
I'm one of a kind but not rare.
Cause once someone sees something extraordinary over time, it looses it's taste and someone becomes tired of seeing the same thing over time..
logic at it's finest.
We all soul
search to fill life's embrace of these mixed emotions.
To experience what keeps my sanity afloat. 
 My vices keep me intent.
In a way of keeping my head up and realize what power Im withholding that makes me immune to unknown circumstances.
But the path to the void is too simple.
My courage consumes and corrupts my will of giving up.
But yet again,  it all seems irrelevant. Maybe your point of view on these lines I speak is a clear one. But then again maybe manipulative resources blind you. Or do you see my point?
In this peice I insinuate how no one will ever understand your pain or your struggle.
 Oct 2015 x a l
glassea
ghost
 Oct 2015 x a l
glassea
I AM THE FADED "MAYBE"S
YOU LEFT LOCKED IN YOUR OLD ROOM.
 Oct 2015 x a l
mk
bad dreams
 Oct 2015 x a l
mk
woke up flustered in the middle of the night
with tears in my eyes, & you on my mind
dedicated to everyone who has no one to be there for them during their 3:23am panic attacks.
no not mine, was invited by the older son, seemed almost routine,
the rest, brother, mother and father let me fit in, in between!!!
They had there ups and downs, they got through it, with each other!
I watched and saw them, be there , let no-one fall, be for one another!
Then the oldest made a decision to depart, take himself far away
He took his life and the home became a house and there was no play!
In the four years and four months I see some difference, always pain
but the base of it,strong, still stands with cracks and some strain!!!!!!!
now the youngest has a career, a girl, a new life growing, a home maybe some hope
and he knows that the foundation his parents give will be there for him, help him cope!!!!!!!
to my adopted family, love!!! to sven and laura and your new life, there are no words to wish you all that wish you. XXXXXX
 Oct 2015 x a l
Michael Dougherty
The way your eyes shine makes me glad I'm not blind. Actually, I think about it all the time.
Even Stevie wouldn't wonder, I mean lightning looks good but it's the feeling of the thunder, ya know?
Why are we always so reckless? Broken hearts on your checklist.
I'm thinking I want more than that. I'm all turnt, how'd I end up in this cul-de-sac?
Someone flipped the light switch. I'm like thank you Mr. Edison.
I want more than just a side stitch. Shout out to Lilo, Disney mention.
Did I mention? I always pay attention. That's why your boy can always tell when you're not yourself.
I just want the real you. I'm sick of chicks with scripts baby tell the truth.
 Oct 2015 x a l
Noxx
Are my words worth reading?

How long does it take you to decide?

3 lines in?

Maybe 4?

If you made it this far, what do you think?

Do you think my words will be

Only just what you want to see?

Words of love or pain

or whats lost or maybe found?

Could this be written in blood

trickling down my fingertips?

Could my words be only yawns

and sighs or relief or retreat?

Could they be calls....

warning the the weary wanderer

reading.

Could my words mean nothing

Just plain, empty ink

sprawled across the smooth white plain?

Could I have wasted your time?

Wasted each movement of your eye

as it pans across the cold, hard screen.

You tell me.

You're the one who read this far.
Find meaning in everything.
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