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Katlyn Orthman Apr 2014
Plague rests upon the tips of green leaves
Turning them to black with disease
Darkness seeps into the fragile sky
The stars begin to ascend as the sun slowly dies

Tears feed the soil with their woe
Rivers are born, of sadness they flow
So early war has taken hostage
This Earths thick foliage

Skin decays and fades away
But angry souls do remain
Their cadaverous fingerprints left behind
As time begins to pass them by

Nocturnal night lingering here
With death drifting near
These people weep
They no longer sleep
Katlyn Orthman Apr 2014
I sat before the court
Only each face staring back at me,
was my own

What are you dreams?
How about your goals?
What are the mountain tops
you climb to make you whole?


I closed my eyes
I tried to think,
but the harder I tired
the farther I start to sink

My only goal is to find my way out
This place is cruel and evil
Intentions are always stained
with some ulterior motive

Love is always killed by hate
The light becomes the enemy
It leaves me in a broken state.

My dreams were crushed,
before I ever dreamed
I stare in my own eyes,
and wonder what it's worth?
There's no love for me,
nothing here for me on Earth.

Sometimes I figure this place is hell
No way to prove it, so no way to tell
I fight the urge to torture myself
Somehow it's like settling my debts,
Debts that were dealt with someone
I've never met


The gavel smacks once
And the jury decides
I'm already imprisoned
In the prison inside
Katlyn Orthman Apr 2014
Tears linger in these scars
My ambition never goes to far

The glass is shattered below my feet
I see my reflection where the cracks meet

Torn, abolished just like my heart
I'm broken, finished, I'm ripped apart

I bleed to bleed inside my dreams
I slowly lose what it all means

In the creeping shadows, a peaceful bed
I lie inside to rest my head

I'm dead already, can't they see
The skeleton fighting to get out of me
Katlyn Orthman Apr 2014
Our mother, beautifully hovered in the sky
Glowing as our existence grows in her belly
A swirling mass of life and destruction
Exploding into a massive supernova
and giving birth to life

Star children look up at the skies
Where our step mother lies
Asking it grant our wishes
Feasting our eyes upon the beauty
of our distant family
Bathing beneath the gentle touch
of the Sun's embrace
And we know she will be our end

And in the time that the stars die
Life on Earth will cease
and our world will return to black

Leaving The Age of the Stars
as a small fingerprint in history.
Katlyn Orthman Apr 2014
Keep holding on,
they tell me thoughts are but fleeting
wisps chanting for your attention

Keep holding on,
they say that in finding peace you're beating
the darkness that surrounds you

Keep holding on,
they praise the light, but maybe it's the light
that makes on suffer when wounds are
clear for everyone to see

Keep holding on,
they tell me, yet they've never dangled in fright
of the clutches of the unknown

Keep holding on,
but I can't
Katlyn Orthman Mar 2014
Take whats left of me
Take it and throw it away
The filth that stains my heart
Scrub me clean

Take my remains
and make me new
The dark is hungry
Calling my name

And then there's the mirrors
Filled withe regret
It's unfair
I think

Staring at something without
Meaning
Something that just withers
Something that dies

Death is just a reminder
That we're all limited
With expiration date
Katlyn Orthman Mar 2014
Take this pen and write the words
Slow as I watch them shape into meaning
Sad and sullen I write my tragedies
I write my pain and my happy
I write the dark and the light
I write the flight and my fights
But I can't seem to write how I feel
I can't even speak the words
It seems as though I'm writing a novel
To a strangers life
As though I don't even know who I am
Too bad I can't write my way back home
To that place inside of me
To bad I can't write my sight
So my blind eyes can see
To bad I can't write the pieces of me back together
To bad that my life seems like a work of fiction
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