Waiting For Your Voice by silenced-nightmare, literature
Literature
Waiting For Your Voice
WAITING FOR YOUR VOICE
Who are you
to
tell
All of us
to
stay
Inside this
putrid
place?
Talking of
what
home
Is like waiting
for
you.
Never do you
come
for
Greater days
left
alone
Forget me
did
you?
Or did you
lose
interest?
Rigously trying
to
keep
Your staining
image
out
Of my mind
for
awhile longer.
Unclean hands
gave
me
Reality served
on
a
Violin's strings,
teaching
me
Of love
hate
and
Innocence of
others
around me.
Clearly I
haven't
learned
Enough from
them,
because I still sin.
Forget me not Dearest by silenced-nightmare, literature
Literature
Forget me not Dearest
FORGET ME NOT DEAREST
Flowers have
long
been
Objects we
use
to
Rid ourselves
of
that
Growing envy,
show
love, and
Every feeling
inbetween,
to
Tell someone
that
we
Must care
deep
down.
Everyday since
I
met you,
No flower can
represent
my
Obsession with
your
smile,
To give you
a
glimplse,
Daring to
show
my
Endless love,
maybe
for you.
All I think
of
is you
Rolling over
my
responsiblities,
Enjoying your
invisble
company.
So stay there
sweet
love,
Tomorrow
I
may forget your smile.
HEAVEN
Have you ever
been
to heaven?
Everything is
white
and pure.
All of it
shines
and twinkles.
Very few would
say
it blinds you,
Except that light
pours
from every
Nook and crany
so
no one is in the dark any more.
Lost In Who She Was...- by silenced-nightmare, literature
Literature
Lost In Who She Was...-
Lost In Who She Was (Not what was to be)
She was the loud one,
the outgoing proud one-
never afraid
to stand out in in a crowd
She was a fire,
with an endless supply.
She was a person
who believed she could fly.
She'd run for miles
and never tire-
her endless energy
never seemed to expire.
She'd rather play
than work all day-
but given the chance,
she'd teach you to dance-
how to make anything fun
even when,
there is no sun.
But wonderful things are gone in a flash
Spent away like quick cash.
Under the water
a glimmer he can see.
It's a soggy picture
of what she used to be.
He remembers...
She believed in Peter P
BUT IF...
Beside
me
is a picture
Underneath a
damp
napkin
Taken at the
fair
just yesterday.
I can't
help
it...I
Forgot that
life
is too short and gone forever is too long.
CRACKED
Could another
moment
of
Relieved them
from
this?
Another
second
to add,
Can it
be
helped?
Keeping
the
facts...
Editing
her
words
Dragging them
all
through the mill, and watching them come out...a mess.
CLEANING
"Clean your
room
this instant!"
Lying on
my
floor,
Eyeing the
mess
all around -
A thought
occurred
to me.
"No, I
can't
clean my room.
I have to
clean
my mind first."
Nearly half the
day
past, I was
Going to get up,
but
she came in and asked why I hadn't cleaned a single thing.
TRYING TO LIVE
Too
many
times I've lost
Reason
to
my life.
You told
me
that's fine, that
I'm just
going
through too much.
None
of
it matters...
Going insane
and
feeling insecure -
Too
many
times,
On too
many
occasions
Life was
so
hard without you.
I couldn't
find
myself, I was so
Very
much
alone...
Everything I held
dear,
is now at the back of my mind.