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Ray Aug 2012
The lulling sounds of the river
mixed with tribal drum beats
pushes us to our feet,
and with one exhale
the room finally bursts to life;
Lights enhance the swirling mass
that dances through the rays
slowly seeping into our tired and damaged lungs
and hypnotizing our fried minds.
Ray Jul 2012
I desperately want to discuss the things going on in my head
The words will form in my mouth and stick to the tip of my tongue
refusing to leave the safe confides of my internal thoughts
so I sit, I stare
I listen to those around me because I know how hard it is to get your thoughts
off the tips of your tongues and into the stale air
Ray Jun 2012
I wish I could say
I have the same friends I had a year ago,
but that just isn't how life worked out for me.
People just don't tend to stick with me
while rumors refuse to let go of their hold on me
so I'm plagued by ex friends, ex lovers and their lies
when all I want is some brightness in my life
Ray Jun 2012
It just keeps getting worse the longer you're gone
I've grown so sick, lines don't fix me anymore
nothing cures the madness inside my mind
You thought I was bad then,
thought I'd hit my bottom by now
but look where I am,
I'm still falling down this hole that I dug for myself
while the passerby's wonder if I'll ever get out of this without you
sadly I doubt it
Ray Jun 2012
One after one the leaves fall
till nothing's left but bare limbs
where flowers once bloomed
where birds once chirped
where children once climbed
on a tree that once stood so tall and grand
in the middle of a forest full of life
Ray Jun 2012
When I have no one to turn to
(which is often)
I opt for drugs to numb my soul
and razor blades to halt my tears
but rather all I get is worse
more scars,
more crashes,
more burns
Ray Jun 2012
Running barefoot through the front lawn
of a vacationing parent's home.
Thousands of stars staring us down
while we took our self prescribe medication,
numbing ourselves while we sank back
into tonight's lovers arms.
Reaching a peak of ecstasy,
heads in their laps pouring our hearts out,
while we sip back home made wine
and expensive foreign beer under dim lights.
It's here our bodies meet and melt
into the plaid cushioned bedroom we fashioned.
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