March of Time
Time marches to its own sound.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
In a fraction of a second everything you know and love can be gone.
Life ends and life begins but time pays no mind.
It just keeps marching to its own beat.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
Dysfunctional Dream-catcher by gothchick913, literature
Literature
Dysfunctional Dream-catcher
Dysfunctional Dream-catcher
My dream-catcher catches my eye
silently outlined in the pale moonlight.
It is supposed to keep the nightmares away.
But they still come anyway.
They sneak in pretending to be good dreams
then they become dark and twisted.
I wake up scared in the dark.
I look up at the dream-catcher, bleached by the moon.
And wonder if it will ever do its job.
Maybe its just dysfunctional.
Finding My Own Way
Wandering in the woods, searching for something.
Searching for release maybe, or searching for answers.
Possibly hoping I get lost and cease to exist.
The woods look the same from all directions.
I have wandered far from the path.
There is more than one path through these trees.
But I have decided none of them are for me.
I will carve my own path in life.
I will do things my way.
Less Than Perfect
When I think about you all I can see is her.
Her smile, her face, all the ways she is perfect.
All the things I will never have or be.
She has the perfect body, the perfect hair.
She's soft spoken and calm a perfect china doll.
Or maybe she's a perfect Barbie doll.
she's everything I ever wanted to be.
Beautiful, smart, loving, kind, calm, and...
Most of all, yours.
Freedom...or Not
I thought you were different but I guess I was wrong.
You change your mind like the beat of a song.
You say you don't make decisions for me
but your decisions effect you and me.
You told me you loved me forever
but you are willing to give me up forever.
Apparently you don't give a damn about me
if you are so desperate to set me free.
Crossroad
Too scared to go to sleep.
Too angry to stay awake.
What is my dreams,
reflect my waking moments?
Do I want to face,
my breaking heart?
Will the pain I feel
simply vanish from sight?
Or will it torment
my sleeping mind all night?
All these questions
float inside my head.
They whisper truth
and they whisper lie.
I have a choice to make.
I have come to a
fork in the road of life.
Where do I go?
Do I persevere and chase love?
Or do I cut ties and hope to die?
I know what I want.
But will that every really
be enough to satisfy the darkness inside.
The one that eats at me
day and night.
Wish I knew which
choice was right.
Wish I kn
Catch Me
I've always hoped that one day
I would find someone who could love me.
Not the picture I painted on for others
But the real me under all the thorny layers.
Someone who could get past the pain and regret.
If I jumped out into open space
I would want them to be there to catch me.
But not everyone is that lucky.
Sometimes they get let down.
Sometimes there is nobody waiting to catch them.
They fall to the ground and shatter to pieces.
Then they are forced to wait for someone to pick them up.
Someone who can pick up the pieces.
Someone to make them whole once more.
Strength
Being strong is not about being made of stone.
Being strong is about feeling the pain and overcoming it.
Getting past the pain and moving on.
Having the thoughts then pushing them away.
Fighting to live another day.
Life is hard, death is easy.
But nothing is worth doing halfway, especially life.
Live each day for what it is.
Remember the pain but also remember the good.
Smile because it happened and learn from it.
Feeling this way does not make you weak.
Feeling then overcoming them makes you strong.
The strongest people are the ones who show emotion.
Show the world how they feel, express themselves.
Fall through space and ho
March to the Grave
Marching, marching two by two,
cannot stop until it is through.
The long march to the great unknown
working with nobody, always alone.
Now and then others pass by
but they are always gone in the blink of an eye.
The days get longer, the steps grow slower
our moral becomes lower and lower.
For now we can see, our destination is in sight,
the eternal ending of everything bright.
There is a gaping hole in the ground
no possible way to go around.
So we keep walking head down low,
until we are forced to go slow.
We stand on the edge of the gloom
staring silently down into our doom.
The hole is deep and dark, no end in sight.
Rise and Fall
You tell me I'm your best friend
But you treat me like trash in the end.
I'm never good enough, not for you anyway.
Good for nothing more than a roll in the hay.
We had our time but that sun has set.
We paid up like the losers of a bet.
He moved on, new people, new girl, new life
While leaving me in a world of strife.
You moved on but always come back to me.
You put your hands though the bars, promise to set me free.
When you are gone away I am in darkness.
You leave, taking my light away, leaving me alone.
Taking most of me with you, leaving me skin and bone.
You were my life, my sustenance,
but now you've left me in a tr