Now instead of getting your texts,
I’m sitting in bed With tears in my eyes
at Three am, Putting on a sad playlist
Facing The celling Trying to pretend
Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers
Oh, it hurts so hard for a million different reasons
Though I Pretend That Everything it fine
but I know it not Even though it been forever
I can still fill the spin
Young yet Desperate
I try every day of every time
to someday fly to were my hearts longs to be
I asked The stars Everyday
To let that essence never to burn away
Cause finding you
Was the best thing that ever happen to me
I Just Wished to turn back clock
To tell you I Love You
And Will never Ever Led You Go
Categories:
celling, break up, crush, emotions,
Form: Lyric
I have always had to ask what being in love feels like
it is usually described by the way the other gets a sparkle in their eye
or the dances in the living room.
I have never had this type of love
my love was always toxic
like swimming with rocks in your pocket .
I have never known true love
my idea of love was toleration the bad moods
unanswered prayers for a good one.
what we had was not love it was a war
and the bedroom was a battlefield
where all our wars took place ,
where we tried to hide the pain but it was stained in the walls ,
the yells echoed and the tears left water marks on the celling
we did not have love
we had the fear of being alone
Categories:
celling, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
As the flight attendant made the accouncement that this plane is going down
I took one last look at him
Not knowing it be the last time I see him again
My feet froze to the ground
but in my mind
I want to get up and run run run
but where where where
I look up to the celling and look out the window for the last time
I turn and looked at him in his eyes and told him I love you
and if either one us don't make it
don't you grieve
don't you die
don't fall apart because I'am not near your side
I held his hand tight as we went down down down
I felt the loud crash as the plane hit the ocean floor
I closed my eyes
I felt my life fading away
I blacked out
My hand slipped out of my partner hand
I try to gasp for air but nothing
water filled my lungs
I knew this was it
My life flash in front of my face
things you see before you walked into the light
I was hoping the hand of God would catch me and my man before the final breath
But if it's time to go
Then it's time to go
By Shaniki Smith
06-10-2016
Categories:
celling, lost love,
Form: Dramatic Verse
can't sleep
I lay here staring at my celling
Thinking of you
Wishing how I wish you here laying by my side
I never want this day to end
Ever time I am with you
It's the best day of my life
I wanna say those three little words
But I am so sarced on what you may say
Cause I don't wanna ruin
What we have
You mean so much to me already
And we only
Knew one other
For a month or two now
Is it too soon
To get so attach
Or is this really it
I can olny hope.
Categories:
celling, girlfriend-boyfriend, day,
Form: ABC
The bar is empty except for me and some old memories.
The smoke flows to the celling as I sit underneath the neon sign.
recalling old friends and new regrets.
Miles behind me yet only a thought away.
I recall the feel of the embrace.
The tortured soul that guided this broken soul to this
empty place.
Theres a two drink minimum and i nurse the forth.
As the whiskey burns taking me back to my southern roots.
far from these cold nothern nights and snow covred streets.
Far from her warm welcome arms and and soft gentle ways.
Emptyness and drinks dont always mix well.
Motels and dirty mirrors often dont reflect where you are.
As time slowley does pass.
Confessions to a tired bartender.
Who long since has outgrown the two drink minimum of this
frozen empty bar.
Categories:
celling, angst, introspection, life, sadme,
Form: Narrative
Daddy never did understand.
That violence doesnt bring comfort.
A lost soul seeking acceptance from a unwelcome hand.
She was silent no one ever knew.
The secrets behind her bruised eyes.
A shocking victem none but all had a clue.
She cried to empty walls never speaking aloud from fear.
A confession of pain and shattred trust.
this is only what angles hear.
Scars selfinflicted are better than that
dirty feeling.
As she lays a broken shell gazing at the celling.
She questions if others know what will they say.
Doing whatever it takes to stay numb.
Innocence lost a parent should never betray.
The guilt was placed apon the wrong head.
Void of all emotion.
No child should yern to be dead.
At times it gets to uncomfortable so in
another direction we steer.
For at times it's just to painful to stomach.
What only angles hear.
Categories:
celling, angst, death, depression, life,
Form: Rhyme