I just wrote this. It was surprising because it only took about 10 minutes. But tell me what you think!
Screaming Awake
Everyone is asleep,
But you're awake.
Everyone is dreaming,
And your heart is at stake.
Everyone is gone.
You're left with the pain.
All alone.
You're screaming again.
No one is left to hear it.
You're by yourself.
You're empty inside,
And waiting to find out.
You see everything,
When the moon reflects it all.
You know nothing,
When the sun begins to fall.
And every night,
You start anew.
The pressure makes you guilty,
While the pain makes you true.
Sometimes in the darkness,
Your mind sings a song.
And when the moon allows it,
You sing along.
That moment is great,
Though the end is near.
That's when you realize,
It's not about the fear.
And as you scream,
Your voice haunts the night,
The darkness consuming,
Encompassing all sight.
It starts to sink in,
That there's nothing you can do
And that's when the thoughts,
Take over everything within you.
Be Nice
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Thanks alot guys!! I changed the title to 'Thoughts', just because.....I didn't like the other title. I just actually wrote a new one. This one's called 'I Imagined It Greener.
I Imagined It Greener
Growing evermore
symbolic it seems,
of such a chore.
Is it really,
or do we lie?
on these fatefull nights
when all doves cry.
We have taken for granted
all things enchanted,
we breathe new air
and see new light,
but endless is the villain's fright.
Evermore,
they grow and grow,
as a whole,
they will never know.
Into the night
will they ever rest?
I do not know
they have not confessed.
I Imagined It Greener
Growing evermore
symbolic it seems,
of such a chore.
Is it really,
or do we lie?
on these fatefull nights
when all doves cry.
We have taken for granted
all things enchanted,
we breathe new air
and see new light,
but endless is the villain's fright.
Evermore,
they grow and grow,
as a whole,
they will never know.
Into the night
will they ever rest?
I do not know
they have not confessed.
This is my story both humble and true,
Take it to pieces and mend it with glue.
- John Lennon, 1969
Take it to pieces and mend it with glue.
- John Lennon, 1969