Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Yesterday I got back
Something that made my lose
My sanity years ago

When I saw it no I didn't snivel
Nor I didn't shed a tear
It reach out and pulled me near

It was dear to me so I let
Pull me closer with no fear
Excitement started building

Their was no wrecking this
Coming out everything balled up
Anger, love, hate, these consistent

Emotions what driven me to This fate
I stand their as the walls close on me
Not knowing whether I should pull back

Or just let this be
The lasp in my thinking
Allowed them to close on me

And all what was said
Hey grandson I'm
Glad you came to see me lol

I love you grandma
Lexie Jan 2014
Living nightmare
Frozen fears
All my dreams fade and crumble
I try to walk but only stumble
Silver leaves on golden trees
I am falling to my knees
A wish before a scary dream
A child on a loosing team
****** hands and scared feet
Running onwards to meet
To fine the dark one in the shadow
To met the maker of Odd Hallow
This road is marked with broken bones
Walked by people all alone
Frozen in time lost in space
A place ridden of love and grace

A special secret that needed keeping
The tears that needed silent weeping
Gnashing of teeth and the cold hands grasp
The time goes one with one short lasp
A round chamber, running laps
A memory with many gaps
A story I wont remember when I wake
A forgotten kiss to give or to take
A bump on my head a bruise on my heel
Nothing left to touch of feel
I drown in water in a dark lake
I want to talk you bade me spake

I need this nightmare
I need the game
I need a reason to mock your change
The power of a country silent but loud
A garden unchanged by season and shroud
A curtain that is always closed
A silent stone that slowly rose
In a yard of graves so still
With nothing left but a will
The words on paper that know what I want
I still cant I still cant

A show of power, the prowess of the strong
A silent painful ****** song
sage eugene zumr Oct 2020
killin made from nothin hate the fillins in my stomach
real as ever was that last batch hit a buzz till chuckin
now im up bumpin notice how im froze slick sickest
im the picket thats inside your buisness better witness
dead drought in the biggest house trappin mice yeah
cat aint nice had to bite my past just to write that fast
now im fife in flask like a lycon lasp was that bad nah
imma rad raid nad say ick vlad slay stand back praise
sound like an oreo you used to hate but im glad days
i dont need this bad taste i slick back with a simtax it
wishin that my page was a crippled broke amaze wha
whoa whatcha say im like hit that pipe let it sit thats
right in the midsts of a pick ay piccalo ***** and you
sit sowin up a stitch of note it makes no sense yet i
still make those trends in hopes that they frey slow
fraze so graze dont play no ape less you got chased

— The End —