Echoes and murmurs of voices fill the air.
My insanity can no longer be cured.
I'm way past my reasoning to even care.
Everything for you I've endured.
Wasting my life in a fabricated time,
You're not healthy for me and I should have known.
Not sure how I ended up making a rhyme,
I just feel like I've been picked up and then thrown.
The flutter of each page as the breeze comes home,
Reminds me of that someone who used to smile.
Many battles were won and ended in Rome.
It shows how some people get lost for awhile.
Someone, come and help me find all the pieces,
Of a heart that bled and shattered in the end.
The phantoms of the drugged and poisoned kisses,
Are going to make it impossible to mend.
stickeenotes
Monday, November 26, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Tragic Bloom
The sky sheds a tear.
Its light beholds fear.
Losing someone dear,
Means she won't be near.
Slip inside a dream,
That forgotten gleam.
Falling at the seam.
Cherish this sad scream.
Dwell in the present.
I give you consent.
The moon seems crescent;
A lily's sweet scent.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Unfinished
The pain you forget; a feeling you remember.
Driven by an impulse to save whatever lingers,
A broken soul copes and ceases a November.
Face one more tomorrow with intertwined fingers.
A heart of gold that does not know how to behold;
And another that is willing to be stepped on.
Differences can be as perfect as the cold;
As flawless as the hue of an unending dawn.
Drag me deeper and drown me 'til I'm only air.
To not continue this is my only escape.
Believe me when I say such words are not unfair.
This is surely better than a moonless moonscape.
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