Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
The signs on the doors are flipped to open
The stores turn on the lights
We pretend like we are safe
Like we can all share a smile
While we slowly **** ourselves together
As the wars get worse
Bombs blow up
People die
And we dare stand beneath the clouds
Questioning god as to why?
Innocents are killed
For the reckless of another
It was revenge
One eye for the other?
We won't need them anyways
We're all blind
I've finally lost hope
Lost faith in myself
And in mankind
Fragments of a child with no fear
A child without a tear
Lay on the ground
Spinning around
Tainted by that man
By that boy
By that girl
Broken people
Stepped on toys
Thrown away
And taken the next day
Silent nights spent in dispair
Waiting for the comfort that's never there
Struggling to keep on
Watching the lights of dawn
Settling for a broken home
Inside myself I'm so alone
Abandoned by the one true person I can trust
The one person keep I must
Me, myself and I
But that person has died
A ghost of a careless being
Drifts off into a dream
So surreal and empty now
It's all gone now
Wrap my arms around cold skin
This time I let the darkness win
Deeper and deeper I feel myself sink
Before the dark I dare to blink
Just another poem about a broken soul
Crying about never being whole
I can taste resentment on my tounge
Why should I care?
Reasons? I can think of none
The darkness smelt of death and fallen tears
Blood painted to spell your name on the walls
The stench of the remaining fear pasted here
I stand before fiery waterfalls
The darkness eating away at my being
Spend  eternity lost inside a maze
The graphic things I found myself seeing
I thought was only a meaningless daze
Time grew slower creeping by, I went on
I was lost to fight demons of my past
I had no knowledge, was it dusk or dawn?
The path I follow, a mirror of the last
This enigma I find myself alone
Hell is a sinners last and only home
Tried something with a darker feel to it, but this one isn't my favorite.
if i could leave you behind, trust me i would.
every day i think about it and wish that i could.
but you're just as toxic as the drugs we take,
and when you're not near me, i start to shake.
hopelessly addicted to the man who tears me down,
i want to push you away, but i keep you around.
tormenting myself, believing you could not survive
if i was not around to hold you when you cry
and you tell me things that i want to believe
and i let myself because i hope you won't deceive.
but truth be told, you're a liar and a cheat
and my obsession with you is something i must beat.
you were fine without me all the years before
so i must make myself, somehow, walk out this door.

please stop trying to stop me.
 May 2013 Ayllon Chalif
Annie
there is a second stomach
and it is where words and sentences go
when you swallow them
instead of saying them out loud
And this process has become such
a mundane and common routine
that my second stomach is
overloaded with ugly
and unforgiving words
and if I am not careful
I will ***** all over you
 Apr 2013 Ayllon Chalif
j
escape
 Apr 2013 Ayllon Chalif
j
right now, i really would like to just disappear
run far far away, to an abandoned village
or a deserted town or
a forest in the middle of nowhere

i want to get out, and see a place
where there are no maps
or directions, or ways to act
and people to be

to escape to a world, where i can be carefree
and let all of my worries abandon me
let go of my sadness in a flowing stream
and finally see what it means to be me

no way in which i must act and pretend
not a reason to be fake or something that
i simply cannot ever believe
no inhibitions or falseness

just a broken mind and a hollow heart
roaming in a place that they can finally
surrender and abandon a convincing façade
so convincing that they almost believe it themselves

finally finding oneself in their purest form
is something i can only ever dream of
because i am made up of so many things
and so many people it just seems impossible
Call my shadow Sylvia Browne,
play with it like Peter Pan.
Pull it off the floor, and let the darkness
sit in my hands.
Roller coasting retrograde in Saturn's domain.
The moons rays shining backwards on my face.
My heart is bleeding coffee, bitter and strong.
My ego doesn't want to release what's wrong.
Negativity is something that appears to give you pleasure,
but actually gives you pain.
I let the King of Wands **** me raw and ******
until it feels like a mistake.
Hate me so that I can break free.
God
And they forgot about me
Let sin take over
As soon as Eve
Laid a pearly white finger
Upon the flesh of the apple

For those first poisoned bites
Sent wedges
Like earthquakes
In between us.

A huge crack of rubble
Uncrossed,
No bridges to connect

And dust filled the air between
To cut off breath
And to cut you off from me
So you could not see me
And you could not hear me

But I want to know you
I want to hear your voice
I want to know you more.

I want to touch you
I want to see your face
I want to know you more.

And that injection
That sin
Coursed through your veins
And thickened the blood
That connected us
And made it thick and dull and cancerous
Until it was still.

And one day
I hope for a cure
To this evil disease.

Something to help blood flow
Like a river from the crimson heart.
And I will send
A
Bridge between us
To connect us once more
And make a swept
Breeze to clear the air.


I will send Jesus.
This is inspired by the NaPoWriMo prompt for today.
Next page