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NothingInMotion Jan 2015
I've been wanting to leave,
Being forced to stay,
I'd have less hassle,
Throwing life away;
No cards left to play,
Preparing for the storm,
Forever a rainy day.
Always In doubt,
You don't need to know,
What your life's about,
It's irrelevant.
Wanting to pack,
To be held back,
To see things postpone,
Left a message,
After the tone.
To support United,
Forever alone.
Should have known,
Pain from your pillow,
Cuts right to the bone.
That's where scars are left,
That mustn't be shown.
Not the strength to stand,
Head buried in the sand,
But you are not alone,
Please lend me your heart,
Hold out your hand,
When it's already written
;
To be expected,
To have no friends,
To feel rejected.
Where can I see,
my journey painted,
I want to know,
Why I was ever created.
Drawing a picture,
Leaving her tainted.
There are feelings there,
That I can't control.
Producing her being,
To find holes in your soul.
Lost forever,
In cold weather,
Among fields of green,
The most beautiful eyes,
that had never seen,
The colours of the stream,
So angelic and clean,
Please take me back,
To Those Fields,
The Fields,
Of Green.
My notebook
Full of words
Letters
Commas and periods

My notebook
Full of smudges
Eraser bits
Crinkles and creases

My Notebook
Full of messages
Hidden Meanings
Energy and life

My notebook
Is the place,
The book
In which
I write
We all have that one old, torn notebook that holds all of our secrets and poems.
NothingInMotion Jan 2015
I lived a troubled life,
With no regrets,
Crying myself to sleep,
Sick of threats.
I didn't want to stay awake,
As I cried through the song,
Not thinking about tomorrow,
All Summer Long.
The cold wall of comfort,
On a long sobbing night,
There was no joy,
There was no end...
in sight.
NothingInMotion Jan 2015
There are too many doors between us now, too many curtains closed,
I should never have been left alone, left crying in an empty home,
There's nobody to live for, when your *******, poorly sown.
If you don't want to be here there's a place for you, you were never wanted, Must have been swapped at birth, before dad departed.
I need to stop putting myself down, funny how I was never up.
How can anyone influence me, when they live in a book.
I'm disconnected from society, a carriage abandoned.
The train terminated long ago, my broken wings, soon flattened.
By no angel was I ever blessed, I didn't want to be seen as depressed;
No love for you, no tenderness, your someone else's shadow. Second best.
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