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 Dec 2016 StaticNSage
Ann Beaver
Etched into life
Patterns of chicken scratch
Looking for crumbs in the dust
You only have to trust
Put them in spaces
Old with rust
Can you see through my faces
Enough.

I vaporize and materialize
On some occasion
Put myself back together
In time for the explosion
Repeat
Repeat patterns
Repeat you
Repeat me
 Dec 2016 StaticNSage
Emma Katka
so this is how it ends?
you say you hate me
....again
and then...
you wanna walk away?
you say you don't wanna be my friend
"then go"...
need reference?
i'll hold the ******* door open for you
you wanna walk away I will too
i've got scabs over scars
you always break through the tissue
but this...
and then...
so that...
the fact is i could never get angry
you'd silence me with your own
i could narrate you like a documentary :
observe now,
as he breaks me down...
got a lot on your mind?
swallow it now
I'm spitting fire on your *******
it's time for me to get rightfully hot
you want me to be patient still?
....I'm ******* not
the constant daily reminder
of what i have to live for
your face
the only thing that keeps me here
it's a curse.
when i think
there is nothing left to live for
that there is nothing left i love
your face burns in my mind
it drives me insane
when all i want is to be nothing
you refuse to leave my brain
you stay there
until i decide i too should stay
you make me want to live
to see another day
and for that i am grateful
yet filled with hate
little do you know
you're saving me
yet keeping me
in the world
i was trying to escape
 Dec 2016 StaticNSage
Kash
Now I've created a situation
Where I can't live a double life
I cornered myself
With a devastating confession
Now I am a wild animal
Observed and charted
From an inherent distance
Solitary by nature
And beaten by natural law
When a song touches the place,
that makes me warm.
I play it again and again.
But this much I've learned-
Don't play it too much.
Less it lose its grandeur.
Like when others complain,
that the cold that once kissed their face
now brings pain.
I will not see it this way.
No let me be washed by the beauty
of life.
And let it not be my everything.
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