Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Aiko oller Mar 2013
My arms are wings,
That flap,
Flap,
But never seem to get me off the ground.

My mind is a birdcage,
That keeps me trapped here,
In these melancholy thoughts and delusions,
And keep me tripped on acid,
Although I have never taken the pills.

Maybe someday,
I can break free of this hell,
The key is dangling just out of my reach,
And these arms will surely grow.
Aiko oller Mar 2013
We were not wrong when we were sleeping together,
We were not wrong when we held hands and walked through the mall,
We were not wrong to be the same *** and to be in love,
And we never will be.
Aiko oller Mar 2013
These drum Beats flow from my heart,
Like a love song,
Happy in tone,
But torn up inside.

I want to feel your arms around me,
Yet the distance between us has grown,
Since the last time I saw you,
It feels so cold,
This great distance between us,
And I long to feel your warmth,
And I long to feel your touch.

My heart pounds like drum beats,
And I'm lost in the sound.
Aiko oller Mar 2013
My wings glow like neon signs,
Passed in dark streets,
Of the red light districts,
But what am I doing here?
Where along did I lose my innocence?
I want to run,
To scream,
But I'm trapped here,
A place where innocence goes to die,
And I'm forced to be a man.
Aiko oller Mar 2013
The idea popped in my head,
Like a balloon,
Pushed to its  limits,
"What am I doing?" I thought,
As I readied myself towards the edge,
Was this my Id taking over,
Or simply my superego,
Thinking this was best for the world?
With the thoughts filling my head,
I jumped.
Aiko oller Mar 2013
The idea popped in my head,
Like a balloon,
Pushed to its  limits,
"What am I doing?" I thought,
As I readied myself towards the edge,
Was this my Id taking over,
Or simply my superego,
Thinking this was best for the world?
With the thoughts filling my head,
I jumped.
Aiko oller Mar 2013
We are the kids who bang on cardboard boxes and buckets and call them drums,
The kids who, despite the pressure of the world keep on pushing,
We are the kids who sing along in basements,
to bands with no funding,
And we're ok with that,
We are the kids who will keep our community Alive,
After those who came before us have moved on,
And we are the ones who have the power to bring it all back.
Next page