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Isaac Spencer Feb 2018
We've all dealt with the breakups,
Drowned in the shakeups,
The streaks in our makeup,
The space that it takes up,

Valentine's day-
Four days past,
So you can pray,
That the next one'll last,

For Karlee, a text,
At 8 in the AM,
I knew what was next,
And I always replay them,

So I ain't here for the art,
I won't write from the heart,
I'll write from my fist,
Cause I brought a list,

Homeless,
I gave you a home,
When you were alone,
How could I have known,

You used me, played me,
Lead on and betrayed me,
You claimed that you cared,
Every time that we shared,

My bed, the space in my head,
The things that you said,
The thing that we made,
You just wanted laid.
If I can share my love in a poem, then hate is equally fair. Send a text as a breakup? I knew you couldn't care.
Isaac Spencer Feb 2018
You don't know the pain,
I hold in my chest,
I'm not a person,
They would attest,
I could have acted,
I can't confess,
Regret subtracted,
From what I had left,

Ive talked out my crime,
At three in the AM,
I've been paying my time,
I could have saved them,
All I've got is this rhyme,
At three in the AM,
On my last dime,
I could have saved them,

Take it back, rewind,
Back to the sixth grade,
All the mistakes,
The friends that I made,
Too young to know better,
I followed his lead,
Too young to the letter,
The flower, the ****,

I've prayed to the stars,
At three in the AM,
Been counting these cards,
I should have saved them,
Been writing these lines,
At three in the AM,
Been cutting these binds,
I should have saved them,

Charisma leads strays further astray,
What can I say, a pawn in the play,
Everyday, counting down may,
Never would guess you'd be taken away,
The principal pulled me aside,
Eyes wide, nowhere to hide,
And my faith died,
You proved that my trust lied,

Because that day I remembered,
An offhand comment I thought was humor,
You were joking, I thought,
But now the sickness is a tumor,
You hurt her, not just a rumor,
I knew it then that I had doomed her,
And then people soon heard,
So on my wrist I've written a word,

He found you,
At three in the AM,
And its all my fault,
I should have saved them,
You're still alive,
At three in the AM,
But tattered and torn,
I couldn't save them.
  Feb 2018 Isaac Spencer
Vale Luna
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
Isaac Spencer Feb 2018
Blood,
And shadows enough for two,
Lust,
For someone far from you,
Hate,
Sharper than a Blade,
Patience,
And a part in the play.
Honestly, the Nevernight trilogy by Jay Kristoff is the best I've read, ever. I'm in love, and my heart was shattered at the hands of Godsgrave, and I'm quite terrified and hopeful of what may come in book three. Please, if you haven't read those books, consider it.
Isaac Spencer Feb 2018
Sweet,
Oily, rich,
Melts in your hand,
Manufactured,
And probably not safe,
But O, you crave it.

Cold,
Pain and pleasure,
In every flavor,
Melting,
Quickly gone,
But it's worth it.

Small,
With a swirl of-
Sugary goodness,
Crumbling,
And all yours,
Who would want to share?

Salty,
Seasoned and savory,
You can't eat just one,
Crunch!
Crisp, inviting,
And enough to share.
Isaac Spencer Feb 2018
The burn behind tired eyes,
The screen, awash with light,
The herd and their pretty lies,
That's what keeps me up at night.

Coffee, eight sugars, no cream,
Too loud, our star is bright,
It is surely too late to dream,
That's what keeps me up at night.

Work, work, work,
Stop for some soda and a bite,
This society's quirks,
That's what keeps me up at night.

Anxiety, and depression...
Continuing this endless fight,
Punishing myself with exhaustion,
That's what keeps me up at night.
Isaac Spencer Jan 2018
Steel skies,
Follow the path that the crow flies,
Set sail with the sunrise,
Come follow me home.

Iron and steel,
Bullets and blood,
Corpses lying in scarlet mud,
Freefall and slow,
Painful descent,
Spending lives you've already spent,

Feeling the rush,
Feeling no pain,
Now he'll never 'feel' again,
Cutting the flesh,
Breaking the bone,
Always lonely but never alone,

The enemy, brevity,
You'll never see seventy,
Never see twenty five,
Never see your wife,

Your daughter- a toddler,
The freedom you fought for,
The minutes you bought her,
The oven gets hotter,

Your son, in fifth grade,
Catch won't be played,
Never could behave,
How will he be brave?

The tragedy, raggedly,
Tearing a dad from the-
Family he'll never see,
The man he could never be,

Sleep alone, sleep alone,
Soon the sun will rise,
Wake up now, wake up now,
Tonight a father dies.

Steel skies,
Follow the path that the crow flies,
Set sail with the sunrise,
Soon I'll be home.
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