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In your eyes there is freedom,
From the shadow's glare
From the wounded stares
From the mirror snares

In your hands there is healing
From the heart of doubt
From a life without
From a razor mouth

In your heart there is meaning
For the misunderstood child
For the violent wild
For the broken smile

But in your death there is nothing
Forever closed eyes
Forever cold hands
Forever silent heart
Hello my heart of hearts
Why do you scream at the stars
Do you not know that they cannot hear you
They are far too far

Why do you hold to these sorrows of sorrows
Why do you rage against yourself?

Give up, There is nothing good in you, What is wrong with you, So ******* useless.

Heart of hearts this will not do.
That simple sorrows would rise this tide
And wash away the joy inside.

Remember small battles and losses mean naught.
They are the shadows between the stars,
That we trace behind our eyes.

Heart of hearts, if you believe this truth.
You will be the sky of skies.
That gravity cannot help but let fly.
You always loved to drive.
I remember how it made you smile.
Made you feel alive
Mile after mile.

Your mind after mine
You are my dad after all
But I could never find
The drive to follow

I let you drive off
Into the night and never knew
That would be the last time I'd see you

Red tail lights, blurred, as I walk home.
Some days I watch you sleep.
Hair like wispy clouds
Face blank as a blue sky
And your breath like the sea
Warm on my skin
Before your tomorrow begins
I watch you dream your yesterday,
Tomorrow and forever.
In an instant.
That dream fades, like a sunset.
And you wake up, grumpy little squall.
And my day begins.
I used to see pictures in the sky
Drawn by your hands
Smeared with the light of the universe
Like a love sick lullaby to dawn
As she lies in the sand
Dreaming of the stars in your verse

That darken her eyes
Darken the skies until day turns to night
Your song covered her eyes
And filled her with light so she'd shine when she rises
And light up the sky, like she was meant to
No surprises here

But these skies feel so empty
Like half empty glasses
Like a writers poem at midnight
In shadows frantic and sleepy
Each hour that passes
Reminds him that even his thoughts have grown quiet

They darken his eyes
Darken the skies until night turns to day
Your song covers his eyes
And filled them with night so he'd never shine when he rises
And light up the sky, like he was meant to
Still no surprises here
I often find that my darkest thoughts aren’t these evil machinations
That blur the lines of right and wrong, but rather it’s impatience
When someone reaches out to me the lack of any empathy
Or when I know someone needs my voice I pretend I don’t hear the choice

Ignorance and ignoring
Are two very different things
It’s like nodding
when you’re not listening
Instead of asking when you missed something
The first doesn’t offend and doesn't care,
The second offends but does.

But the thing that should scare is the because.

We are impatient because we care more for ourselves,
Than we do for the cause of someone else.
Even if our service costs nothing
Our annoyance betrays something.

It snitches on the stitches our soul never received
The wounds, deep wounds that we never grieved
Cut open by the patience we were never given,
We never learned to give away

But what if we started today?
Yesterday I died
Just not how I'd thought
I just gave a seat to a guy on a crowded bus

Yesterday I died
When I could have fought
But showed grace to a friend that I trust

Yesterday I died
When I swallowed pride
And called my dad after our last fight

Yesterday I died
When I stayed up and tried
To pray with my savior through the night

Yesterday I died
When instead of giving in
I called up a friend and confessed my sin

Yesterday I died
When I let you win
And picked up the word again

Today I lied
Because yesterday I did none of those things
I am very much alive
Not crucified with my king
I heard him whisper each of these things
But I ignored
If today my death knell rings
And I stand before... Him

Will he say well done?
At least you believed and tried.

Or say yesterday, you died...
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