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Is there a reason you shot me?
Is there a reason that I'm dead?
Is there a reason you left me hanging by a thread?

When I thought it was over, it had only begun
Here I stand, frozen,
With no where left to run,

You took an axe to my heart,
As you choked me with your charm
My words can't escape me,
Is this over, this harm?
My screams were denied,
As you buried my cries
I'm hanging on the fence
Don't leave me to die

When you walked into my life,
I didn't know what to expect
Now I'm lying on the floor, crying from neglect

You took an axe to my heart,
As you choked me with your charm
My words can't escape me,
Is this over, this harm?
My screams were denied,
As you buried my cries
I'm hanging on the fence
Don't leave me to die
This poem was made into a song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74YZ6bdRQbY
 Oct 2012 imadeitallup
Lily
She strives for the picture in her mind
of that inimitable girl she can't define.
She runs through life trying to stay on track
guarded, but craving a pat on the back.
She dreams out how she wants scenarios to go
and is fine ending up watching a different show.
She clings to the people she holds most dear
even the ones that are not so near.
She condemns herself when mistakes abound
instead of just saying, "it's too late now"...
 Oct 2012 imadeitallup
Lily
Today my computer committed suicide.
He didn't leave a note and there were no warning signs.
If only the drawing desks were not so high,
then maybe he wouldn't have jumped off the side.
Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away

Another day of heartbreak
I got dumped, what the hell
There was not even a phone call
It was by electronic mail
Bits and bytes of rejection
flying through electronic space
Just to tell me "I don't love you"
I got emailed in the face

Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away

A week ago I was fired
Went to work like every day
found the door locked and all boarded
He ******* off with all my pay
No notice, and no phone call
Just a sign upon the door
A cardboard notice of rejection
Saying "you don't work here no more"

Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away

My dog ran off last weekend
Left the house and ain't come back
He ran off with that pack of dogs
And he ain't coming back
I bought him as a puppy
Now he's left and he's long gone
But he left a pile of rejection
On the corner of my lawn

Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away

My tomorrow's may be better
But then again, I'm not so sure
I've got the blues from this rejection
And I don't think there's a cure
so I sit here in my trailer
Drinking the same thing every day
Sitting in my ripped t-shirt
Drinking all my tomorrows away
I tried to write an epic
Like those who've come before
It had to grab the reader
It had to leave them wanting more

How to start an epic
I've a line but it's not mine
I  could use it, as have others
I think most will think it's fine

But, it's been used so very often
By writers  we all know
Four words that grab the reader
Four words that make us go

We see these words and wonder
Where will our writer lead
Will we go to foreign countries?
Will we see someone in need?

I'm five verses in now,
I've not even started yet
I think I'll use the four words
They're the best I'm gonna get

So here is my beginning
In the sixth verse, and last line
I guess it's here where I'm beginning....
Once upon a time...
 Oct 2012 imadeitallup
Tilly
Your gaze sparkles with
an intention, mirroring
such a strength of hold;
Embracing my surrender  
underneath the waterfall
The snow came down silently
flickering underneath streetlights
and although the night seemed quite serene
my feet dragged across the ice
I shivered uneasily uncaused by winters spite
but rather the notion of saying goodbye
A grief I cant disguise
I saw your figure approaching me
as my heart let out a sigh
little did I know that vision would
haunt many long and lonely nights
I looked into your swollen eyes
and tried my best to make it right
But we both knew all to well
that if that pain was withheld
It would explode and poison our minds
That last kiss was greatly missed
my lips ached for weeks sometimes
and as I watched you walk away
my heart was locked in dismay
unsure of how to survive
to this day my mind goes back to that
place much like a sad tune becomes entangled in your mind
The night when the earth seemed to stop all together
The very worst night of my life
There is a grotesque violence in our hearts
That throb as one
I had you by the hair
Now my blood is in your arms.
Seeping through your pores
We become divine
The king I see in you
Is the queen I used to be.
Flat on my back,
You'd make me roar
The grizzly desert-sun in your eyes
Your child-like honour
Your demeanor
A simple fix to a broken spell
We air our secrets
To a serpent fiend.
Caught in the blaze
Of its shiny heart,
The Empire is destroyed.
The ecstasy
The ecstasy only you know

The only life you have
Take it
Dwell in it
Let it consume
Wooden metaphors
You are infected
It spreads like

The ecstasy
The ecstasy only you know

Save it for the ones
Who live to execute
Give them this
Let self-love sweep
The floors of

The ecstasy
The ecstasy only you know
 Oct 2012 imadeitallup
DM
Translucent,
Clearly visible,
That which lies within,
Malleable when heated to extreme,
By passion or regret,
Accepting the arrangements,
And shape and form,
Of that which afflicts and guides it,
Made ornate with,
Precious events and horrific realities,
It slowly becomes opaque,
No longer allowing light to pass,
Reflecting instead,
What was inside,
Now dead,
Hardened and brittle,
So easily shattered,
Shards and fragments,
like razors,
make unwanted openings,
To a great depth,
Into the soul,
Of the one who possesses such a frail and perishable,
Glass heart.
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