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Randall Walker Sep 2017
It’s like the whispers have gone out of the world
And you’re just standing there
On two feet
Alone

Wishing they'd wail back
Randall Walker Sep 2017
You are the chain
Keeping me sound,
Keeping me stable,
Keeping me around.
Your reach is solid,
Your links are strong,
Your spoken truth
My inner security song

All the while I push you down
All the while I **** myself
All the while the drugs do me in
All the while
                       this wile
Is shortening.

But still,
You dance in my fire
Cozy in this self-sufficient hell
These self-expelled death knells
Ringing in my head
Now found in yours
And they’ll never stop ringing

But still,
There you are
Giggling in my fire-flattened meadows
And when it comes time to turn off the hose
And I ask you to leave this place
Making light of your feelings
(That've come from being displaced)
Because they're all negligible to a life of pain
Beside this face

But still, you stay
I’m guilty without a vacancy
But still, you stay
I just want a vacant me
But still, you stay
Please, let me die
But still, you stay
Why haven’t you forsaken me?
I don't know
  Sep 2017 Randall Walker
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It's that feeling that hurts
Way down low,
Deep in the pit of your stomach
And deep in your soul,
That pain, that disgust
That raging ball of hate,
The feeling that you're never good enough
That feeling that never dissipates.
When you've shared your heart
Maybe a bit too much,
And everytime they hurt you,
You feel it right in your guts..
Why do you keep hurting me after I've shared so much?
Breakfast on the balcony
the weather is 56°
I am wearing a hoodie and leggings
as my cat lies near my feet
It's supposed to be chilly all day long
and I plan to stay in and read
I'm going to open up all of my windows
and let the autumn air take hold of me
I've been waiting for this all year
a perfect day such as this one
Where I can sip my coffee and enjoy the gray clouds
instead of the yellow sun
As I dip my French toast into my syrup
I feel a leaf fall onto me
My face lights up as I welcome Autumn
to have breakfast with me on the balcony
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: August. 28, 2017 Monday 11:51 A.MISTAKE.
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