distraction

Self-misdirection

 

 

I kissed the wings on the heels of love's brokenness

I drew the breath that carried the words that lanced love's boldness 

I drew the sword that sliced the veil of hope 

I pelted icicles of cold affront that built a towering wall of division

 

I thought I knew  the desires of my mind and flesh 

deeper still, is the wound I carry

inflicted by my own weapons of righteous rebellion 

 

thinking I knew better,

When I didnt know anything at all 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

recolections of un rightable wrongs.

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I Walk An Endless Road

I walk endless an road

locked into a heavy load

Of these questions and fears

Gripping from it's unreasonable tears

 

As a car roars by

I look dead into it's light

Wondering where it leads

But just like that it's gone

just like another day

As I wake up to the sun's harsh light

 

I try not to look back

As I attempt to fill this crack

Of this hurt and wonder

Unstoppable, a storm of rain and thunder

 

As a car roars by

I look dead into it's light

Wondering where it leads

But just like that it's gone

just like another night

As I stay up to the moon's hypnotic might

Gravity

Gravity pulls you down to reality
You hate every second, you want to leave
Surely in other lands the pains will recede

Escape for ten minutes, but the ghosts are still there.
Haunting you with tears, fears, and memories
Knowing that at any minute, you might crack

Insanity is what keeps you sane
Forgetting everything in the rush of things
But once you have the chance, the hell comes back
Sucks you in like a blackhole
Seemingly unable to escape

And every night, you tire yourself so you don't need to think
But the thoughts come at other times anyway
Numbing your self, desensitization surely would work
But it's still there and the only decent solution might take years upon years

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is basically about using different methods to numb myself from depression and the thoughts haunt me.

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Old Fashion

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Love Poems

call me old fashion but i used to wear my heart on my sleeve ; but ever since u left i no longer believe ; so with my doors lock and my wall back up ; no longer is ur trust backedup ; & without that ur love no longer has my address ; so with that distraction gone i can now focus solely on success ~

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