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 Mar 2014 August
RyanMJenkins
A constant longing
for something unknown
because it hasn't been experienced
Escaping the physical to find "home"
Away from a mind always on the fence

4 walls, that I've hopped many times to test other grasses
Have the scars to prove it, now I just stare in the sky as each cloud passes

a void in myself exists, and it heavily affects my soul
kind words are heard, but can't process a response
I'm glad we met, but I must surely go
Hoping that your feelings for me are no more than fond,
I want to leave you with no wounds
That's why, no matter how much I care, my leaving wasn't too soon.

Let me hide away, and sleep 'til noon
I wouldn't recommend planting your seeds here for fear that they won't bloom.

I have an endless memory
Blessing and a curse
Some moments are so significant they need to be dispersed.
Some though, are kept silent for those I've seen at their worst.

often  indescribable
pain is undeniable
questions never cease
waiting for my release

I can't hold on to anyone, without unintentionally hurting them
more love comes into play and it happens all over again

Fluctuations and regurgitations of contemplations
have me falling away from aspirations,
chokeholds of *******, yet always fascinating.

I guess, in this moment I'm not above saying that I hurt
Whatever's missing is around, and it lurks.
Curiosity leaves me in day dreams so vivid I can feel every sensation
Then I come back.  Impatient.

Just to leave again.

Returning to depart for my heart is frail
Honestly if I didn't write, few would really even see this ship sail.
weak moment.

Maybe it has to do with a bond I never had
My life would have been much different had I known my dad.
I see his smile, I can feel his care
but these feelings, I can't compare to anything in my mind that's defined.  

Sorry if I've hurt you emotionally - I carry a heaviness, a toll no one can see.

I just need to step outside and breathe.  Have a good day Youniverse.  Peace.
 Mar 2014 August
BarelyABard
My best friends are smoke rings from the cigar in my hand
and the words of men  long dead.
 Mar 2014 August
John
Oh, Dreamgirl
 Mar 2014 August
John
I had a dream about you
On a night that I thought would never end
I walked over to talk to you
Don't take it the wrong way if I just wanna be friends
After all that's happened over the years
I can't take anymore tears

I know you like to do your own thing
And I need my independence
It just never seems we are ready at the same time
Never heard of interdependence
The classic way of doing things
Was never for me and clearly isn't for you
So lets just be true and cool
But were both fools
 Mar 2014 August
Muggle Ginger
Do not be afraid of your bad days.
They can be shadows if you let them
Or just an umbrella that you can throw away to see the sun
The bad days will always come
Sometimes, one right after another.
Time will pass regardless of your attitude.
Every day will end.
So let them pass, seeing you with a smile on your face.
Let the people around you bring out your best self.
You might be tempted to hate.
Do not hate.
Be creative and explore.
If you can't explore the earth, explore yourself
And develop yourself.
Do not be afraid to be different and be unique.
There is no mold you must fit in to
If you find you do, you probably need to change something.
God made you differently from any other human.
Embrace bad days
Make the most of them
 Mar 2014 August
Ben
how foolishly we wasted those highschool nights with unspoken words and unbroken rules
pinning away for a once missed kiss on lips of best friends without a chance
how naive to think we'd have forever without a sunrise that the stars would never set on this dream
that smoke filled lungs would never burn and there would always be a better tomorrow
we wished to grow old not realizing that we'd want to grow young and never leave those carefree nights now found only in the whisper of the wind and the nostalgia in our hearts
when did I stop living in a dream
 Mar 2014 August
BarelyABard
I heard that perhaps this planet is just the hell for another, and I hope with all my heart those words are false.
With every sunset and every broken heart , a veil is placed over the eyes straining for morning and beautiful songs in the distance.
Over my eyes...
Cynicism is a poison running through my veins and paranoia is the noose around my neck.
"There is a degree of difficulty in dealing with me."
I can see in their words,
hear in your voice, how I can make a simple life hard.
Call me chaos because I am anything but easy.
Find me walking through the abandoned playgrounds trying to hold on to the child in me because he is the only thing fighting to keep me free..
Find me and swing away.
Hold my hand now and again and
don't let me get buried in myself...
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