obscurelullaby

Surrender Lying here wide awake Thoughts encompassing my conscious wake No sign of sleep My mind does wander Deep into the bleak abyss Times gone wrong What else could I have missed? Failed life choices

Perhaps Laying under the midnight sky Light breeze in the trees Perhaps it was just a dream Maybe even a memory The night drags on Time stands still Stars twinkling above my eyes Wandering mind Seeking

I just wanted to go a little off the beaten path with this post today. I recently attended my older sisters wedding (March 30/2018). It really opened my eyes to pure love. Now, I've been to weddings before

Insomnia is something that a lot of us struggle with and in my case it's actually been helpful and detrimental at the same time haha; helpful because I get a LOT more writing done when I'm up all night,

Fog A secluded field that's been long forgotten No memories to be made there People here slumber, but their bodies are rotten Deep underground, they have a story that they share One shadowy night The moon

Winter Massacre White snow glistening against the soft moonlight Footsteps following the path at night Step by step, closer they get A picturesque cabin nestled in the forest Silent now There are no chirps

Smirk How can one go through life in the light? Darkness holds her secrets, her desire and her fears. Coming to life at night, the nightmares are very real Reality is her escape, keeping her sane from

Defeat Life can be bittersweet Especially with the secrets I keep Calling you out While my concious does criticize My own actions to date Numbness surrounding My head to my feet Swimming in sorrow Repent

Reality Like a dark tunnel with no light at the end A cold dark hand resting on my shoulder Keeping me from life Keeping me from truth With a heavy heart and a heavy bag Walking the broken road alone So

Scars Memories will never fade The pain endured will always stay Despair Loneliness Not held at bay Scars adorne Pale thin skin A constant reminder Of what could have been Like a patchwork quilt Always

Puppeteer He came to me once upon a dream A faceless being Never fully wanting to be seen Half in the shadows A dark brooding man What fate has he endured What ghouls had he seen Never speaking a word

Music is like a razor that cuts the pain right out It takes me away to a better place Keeps me from the screams and shouts Shining a light to those who understand Music is like a war of wisdom My love

Memory of Sorrow A single living rose Among this garden full of woes Hearts calling out My love will abide Remembering in my minds eye The day we met The day you died Treading through this garden All those

Hey Steemians! So this is my introductory post and I'd love to share a bit about myself and the journey that gave me a love for writing poetry. Here goes.... My name is Tanya and I am 21 years old, I