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You've burned all your bridges. The old flames still burn and flickers. Footprints glow in the embers. Old wounds still scar the witness. You wait for a distant love. To bathe you in a brighter light.
Shadows all around me. As I slip into the dark. The fragility of my mind. Relays the state of my heart. I know I can't carry on like this,. Every day is a war. I used to want your company.
#endoftime A boy and his B.U.D. That's me and him "Biometric Universal Device" On the edge of boredom The brink of night Perhaps the only ones Still living in this wide, quiet sky.
I hate feeling like this. Spent my life trying to hide it. But all I can do is remember. Remember you calling my name. No,. You will never walk alone. Again. When. The darkness falls on you.
Maybe it's me. Maybe it's you. But something just doesn't feel right. Something seems to be missing. When once it was there. Emptiness is all I feel. A void where my heart should be.
Have u ever been in bed staring at the ceiling, Crying so much it feels like ur bleeding. Ur whole body goes cold inside, And all u want to do is die.
Why do I feel alone. A cold soul lost on this lonely road, This lonely road that's called love. While all the other little doves, They've all found someone perfect already.
Sunday morning breaks like a back, Like a twenty-foot wave, Beating my body to A sand-worn and battered heap; Can I not have peace, Can I not stay asleep.
Emptiness surrounds. Loveless baron grounds. No arms wrapped tightly around. Nothing lost, nothing found. A desolate place. An isolated space. An emotionless face. A body covered in lace.
I looked at the stars, And I wished for a hand, Lying back on cool grass, Watching fireflies dance, As the universe circles above, I whisper my little wish, Of a hand for my glove, Just a someone to...
Without you Who will notice When I fall again Into that black place Of loneliness and Self-loathing And fear of doing Anything outside My comfort zone.
The black dog,. Sitting there all alone,. Wishing for a friend,. A place to call home,. Days past by,. Not a single soul,. Will anyone find me,. Can anybody else know,. Rainy day Comes along,.
Hide my face. From the world. Wait for my story. To unfurl. Nobody tries. Nobody sees. Someone in the background. Someone like me. So quiet. And meek. No-one discover. How I can be unique.
#youngwritershousehold 'You have arrived at your destination' The sat-nav says to me, Though this is the furthest from the truth, That it'll ever be, For my heart is back at home, And so is my...
Away in a meadow, Far from prying eyes, Sat one lonely daisy, Waiting to be realized. It blew softly in the wind, Saying, "That's fine," Knowing that all good things, Come in good time.
Cider, wine and grape juice. Champagne and fizz and beer. Relatives amassing hugs, Smiles filled with grace and tear.
I'm jealous of the couples that get to hold hands, share intimate jokes in person and caress each other. I'm envious of the looks of love, the soft touches and the whispers of sweet nothings.
I walked alone unnoticed. Their stares past through me. Like the molecules of air - I'm transparent. My existence is dispensable. Our world are different. Worlds apart actually. I live in isolation.
Here she lies,. Alone from this world,. Another untold story,. An unnoticed girl. No tears escape,. From her eyes,. For she's grown accustomed to,. Doings worse than lies. In her mind,.
Drowning in a swamp of pity. There's no one left to save me. A shadow of my former self. Too fragile to be back on the shelf. Downing whiskey along with pills. Seeking love in a market of thrills.
She gazes out, To an unknown land, Dreaming of sunshine, And golden sand, The shimmering waves, Rolling softly in, Away from all hardship, All evil and sin.
and I try and take yours. you don't have one. you hand me a list of chores. do this for love. love isn't easy. it takes work. it's not fun. work is fun. fun fun fun. this poem is absolute shit.
Chapter 2 The sand crunched under my bear feet as I looked out into the ruff and weavy sea.
Flickering flames, shining bright,. The heat a comfort in the cold air,. A small sanctum in the dark nights,. I hope you'll meet me there. Branches crack, and are changed to ash,.