Workings of the Wandering
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| Wandering_Soul Jazz Hands  Age: 31 Gender: Male Posts: 303 | In Progress ----------------------------------------- I was okay, I was warm But it was all a lie, I reached out They let go Now I’ve lost, I’m falling The summer is long over The birds have left, the winds have died. As warmth slips away I realize I am losing it all. I slip farther into myself I lose reality to my fantasy I’m all alone, no one to save me I’m cold, with nothing to warm this ice I call my soul. The ground closes in, winter approaches I’m ready for the cold, I want to freeze I look towards the end But saw not mine, only hers. I reached out for you, one last try Expecting nothing, just another lost hope But she clutched my hand, and pulled us up Too soon after, we parted ways, hope in our eyes the taste still fresh on our lips We stayed together, though far away, and lit a fire The ice melted, warmth returned Long lost songs were heard again Summer returns, all the more splendid after that hellish winter not so long ago ----------------------------------------- |
| Wandering_Soul Jazz Hands Age: 31 Gender: Male Posts: 303 | Cleansing ------------------------------------------------------------- The earth is barren Dust dominates this scarred wasteland. As the wind blasts the burning air, A beaten flower tries to grow. A valiant struggle but to no avail, Nothing survives in this bombed earth. The seasons pass Once again that beaten flower tries to grow. The sun beats down The nights freeze over As that flower withers and starts to fall. A cloud appears, and casts a drop. The rain comes down Strength returns to that wilted flower. It grows and spreads, filling the wasteland. The rain dies down Its work now finished. From what was once nothing grew My beautiful garden. ----------------------------------------------------------------- |
| Wandering_Soul Jazz Hands Age: 31 Gender: Male Posts: 303 | I wrote this for my girlfriend. I hope it makes you feel better love <3 Far from Lament ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ When I cry, I think about you and everything gets better. When I sleep, I’m thinking about you. When I love, I’m thinking about you. When I smile, I’m thinking about you. When I freak out, I think about you and everything gets better. You are my savior, even if you don’t agree You feel bad over things that don’t bother me. You worry over things you shouldn’t You apologize when you complain, but who else will listen? Your afraid of hurting me, but baby I’m still here. Your afraid of fucking this up, but baby we can work through anything. When I think about you, my heart skips a beat. When I think about you, my whole day brightens. When I think about you, strength returns when nothings left. When I think about you, everything clicks. When I think about you, I wonder how you think about me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
| Richey Edwards. Demolition Lover  Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 16507 | Aww, these are neato  Me likes |
| Wandering_Soul Jazz Hands Age: 31 Gender: Male Posts: 303 | Thanks, ^^ I've been on a writing kick lately, and the one I'm working on atm actually has a rhyming scheme O_o |
| Wandering_Soul Jazz Hands Age: 31 Gender: Male Posts: 303 | Inward Refractions --------------------------------------------------------------------------- If home is where the heart lies Then where lies my heart? Blackened torn pieces, covered with flies Are all that remains of that part. As each beat rips another hole I crash and burn, inside I die. The world is fading around me, just a broken whole I don’t care anymore, but begin to cry. You say I’m scaring you? Then I wish you could read my mind. I’m a living lie, and I can’t remember who Knives, drugs can’t bring back my kind. A youth who opened his eye Only wishes to close them for good. Slashes, burns, and scars all lie Broken but still breathing I return misunderstood My heart found its home But will the walls hold? She would leave, if it would end this syndrome But without her, I lose my last threshold. She’s my hero, my savior The torn pieces swell and heal. She stopped my self torture I‘m complete because my heart she did steal. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
| Go fuck yourself Devil's Got Your Number  Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 37823 | Aww baby! reading your works seriously makes me tear up. I love you so much |
| Wandering_Soul Jazz Hands Age: 31 Gender: Male Posts: 303 | NEW STUFF *GASP* I know it's been forever and a day since I updated, but some shit went down. I've been super busy lately, and just today got some free time on my hands. So here we go Broken Newborn ------------------------------- A newborn cradled in her arm Silent, and still as the star "No closer!" She screams, "They'll only do more harm!" As the child stares only focused on afar None can escape that awful gaze The mother screaming and crying But still defending in her protecting craze The doctors still are prying. They tear the baby away from her As her world crashes all around She stares blankly at the father The baby still hasn't made a sound. "Why did they take him?" a desperate whisper The dad bends down, tears flowing "My baby's gone" and the silence grows thicker The mother falls back now knowing Her baby died, that bundle of joy Now stolen away, without a chance No life, no future, not even a day But the mother can't help but dance. --------------------------------------------------------- Bedside Angel ------------------------------------- "Now it's time," the doctors say. Your life will be taken away The pain isn't worth going through anyway. All decided for me, by my bedside angel. No questions on how I feel A newborn trapped within the womb I'll kick and struggle, but just make my tomb. My bedside angel, without a tear, Looks down on me, I start to fear. My life is mine, is it not? Why can they decide my time to rot? Sitting on this infernal bed The gauze around me blood soaked red. She looks away as the doctors come. The damage has already been done. I'll keep fighting for my bedside angel. They push in the syringe at an awful angle. "Good night sweet prince, I'll see you in the morning." As she chokes on tears, my Bedside Angel. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
| K.K. Bleeding on the Floor  Age: 28 Gender: Female Posts: 1787 | I really loved the first one :} I also loved all the other ones :} |
| Wandering_Soul Jazz Hands Age: 31 Gender: Male Posts: 303 | Thanks, ^^ I still need some practice, but this is a promising start |
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