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My soul
longs for another soul
with whom to share
all that I keep quiet
in my heart
I'm jealous of the moon
because she knows all of your 5 am secrets
and your sheets who get to touch
every part of you as you fall asleep,
While I keep a close eye on this empty pillow
waiting for your weight to keep it warm, but the sun
he is most important of all.
When your half asleep, groggy and painfully unaware of how beautiful you look,
He kisses your lips with light
This little nightmare comes and goes
Its dark and tainted when it comes it grows
it taints all my dreams it crucifies my night
its hauntingly fast, I'm losing this fight

this creature of dark this son of night
fleeing again at the first sight of dawns light
It holds my terrors and haunts my dreams
But the demons it carries are demons from me
Frustrated Poet Oct 2014
She owns a castle
Feeble as glass
crumbling walls to repel the past.
As the roots creeps higher onto the castle walls
Years passed and no one danced the waltz
Medieval old music keeps playing
She was abandoned, lost and dying.
she was an unsaved princess left alone
all her sadness never known
a dainty flower
meant to wither

She stared afar
Eyes locked on a nearby tower
yet she seemed distant
Vowed never to speak of love again
she was silent all these years...
she was empty, alone, forgotten
Just like her castle

She sits atop the velvet chair
Stood up at the veranda on the cliff
Pain was all hers to keep
what could've happen
if she'd just leap
She owns a magnificent ocean
of glistening tears
You'll hear her screams
blend with the roaring waves
On sleepless nights she wanders
The great garden
The ambiance of melachonly
The field of haze seems to widen
A ruler to all the shadows casted
A subject to her desires neglected

The doors are shut
Countless barricades will bombard you
Before you could walk up to the bridge
So brace yourself and your white horse
She wont let you get to her
Silly..silly..kinglet
She waited,
Oh how many years has it been.
Kneel infront
Of the *lonely queen.
What couldve happened to Aurora if she was left there, awake. To wait for her prince.
  Oct 2014 Frustrated Poet
rufus
You know what you give me?

A year ago I would have said I would rather be in bed than in school.
Nine months ago I would have said I would rather be quiet than make a fight.
But yesterday was a starting point.
And all the other days before that were flames that needed to ignite.
Today there will only be you and me.
Right now, I don't know what I feel,
but I'll know when you come back here.
One, five, ten years from now, what would we be?

Surprise me.
i am ruins.
i am dust.
i am rubble and broken windows.
i am nothing.
and You made yourself a home
in these ruins,
in this heart,
and somehow, i don't know,
You make beauty out of these ruins,
You make glory shine out of these
broken windows,
You see that i am not enough,
that i am broken and You make
Your light shine through the cracks
of this heart.
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