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 Apr 28 Khoisan
Rain
Im filled with emotions,
I can no longer speak.
It’s like I’m locked in my own prison,
Emotions struggling to be released.

Within me i am drowning,
But I don my happy face.
An internal war roaring,
Struggling to keep it locked in the safe.

I can not allow myself to loosen yet,
Rarely am I allowed to.
Through the day i make it through,
It’s my happy mask that talks to you.

I wish I can let the feelings out,
As they trickle in.
All day the inside prisoners shout,
Grasping and clawing at my skin.

From time to time, late at night,
Raw words from a song will pierce the wall.
The feelings are flicked on like a light,
surrendering myself to the abyss as I fall.
 Apr 28 Khoisan
Kezexxe
1 & 2
 Apr 28 Khoisan
Kezexxe
Life with 1,
Is no life at all.

But when theres life with 2,
Everything is true.
 Apr 28 Khoisan
Kezexxe
~
It is worth your while,
To give someone a smile,
They could be thinking of dying,
It could change them, to see someone smiling,
Change their mind,
"Maybe life is worth my while"
~
The sun had tucked behind the clouds
Now all that's left is sadness
As the clouds are sobbing, there is nothing left
The days are slowly fading
The sidewalk cracks are filled
With every drop of rain
And every ounce of hurt
The dark umbrellas are opened
And the dirt turned into mud
The happiness has drowned with
Every drop of rain
 Apr 28 Khoisan
Kellie Gray
You were just here
Or was it a dream

I felt your touch
Or was it a dream

I tasted your kiss
Or was it a dream

You laughed at my joke
It's not as it seems

Stop laughing you mule
It is a dream

Come back you fool
It is a dream

I still need you
If only a dream

Some day will we be?
A dream, a dream

Or will it be just as it seems?
Cool to have faith,
Limitless, sweet is our prayer
Insight--blessed by the best....
Feedback welcome.
The Norns weren't kind
When they wove our fate
You were gone too soon
While I was left behind
To slowly fade
In memory of a dear friend...
 Apr 28 Khoisan
Liana
“Are you okay?”

Sweetheart, I write poetry
And some kindhearted people said I write it well

That can only mean one thing
My mind is an unescapable hell

“Yeah, just tired”
Random thought
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