The Walk To Home

The Walk to Home

I strut along the pavement.

I’ve done this for plenty years.

All between two seasons,

Autumn and Winter,

Within reason. 

The fall leaves are crisp and crunchy.

The snowflakes are tainted with dirt and icy.

The trees are practically bare. 

The sky is cloudless and clear. 

Everything feels at rest here.

All the problems that lie upon my shoulders,

That slowly but surely make me grow older, 

Seem to fade away.

Another day has gone and passed.

It’ll always last.

The walk I take to home. 

- (d.n.k) 

Wilde Goddess

Dearest child,

Have you not cried rivers?

Have you not ventured through,

The very depths of Hell.

Have you not torn apart civilizations,

With your wrath? 

Are you not vividly complex,

Perhaps,

More so than complexity itself? 

Have you not shaken Gaea,

With your bloodcurdling screams?

Wildflowers bloom,

On the tip of your tongue.

Yet, 

The blood of far too many,

Paints your skin. 

Smothering what little warmth lies within. 

You are a goddess.

One with our universe.

A deadly,

Enchanting being.

With a predatory instinct. 

Humanity is your prey,

It’s time for the hunt. 

(d.n.k)  

Dearest Disappointment

The fear of being forgotten,

Being forgotten,

Is that the worst?

Constantly seeking his approval,

Doesn’t disappointment hurt?

The far too frequent shortage,

Of his spoken words.

I’ve cried,

Pleaded,

And screamed. 

Why haven’t I been heard?

Maybe,

Just maybe,

I’m not of his “daughters” worth,

Perhaps,

It’s a living nightmare.

Or an unforgiving curse.

Being abandoned,

By one’s father,

Whom,

Guides their child about our Earth.

Was left to be alone.

Since,

All she was, 

Was lonely.

Loneliness was left to be only hers. 

- (d.n.k) 

Love Hurts

Your smile,

And charming laugh. 

Those sparkling eyes,

Glimmering bright. 

The way that you speak,

Looks you give,

Just to me. 

Are a few things,

That I love,

About you. 

These things,

Are all blurred within the games,

You play. 

The lies you speak,

Effortlessly,

They’ve grown old. 

Slowly, 

But surely.

I have grown cold. 

This is it, 

Darling. 

Tears come in turns. 

Been burned,

Once of twice. 

Ya know this isn’t right? 

Yeah. 

Our time has gone,

And passed on by. 

It’s been, 

Far too long. 

I’m done. 

I’m done. 

I’m done. 

Oh, 

Honey, 

You’ll learn, 

That love hurts. 

- (d.n.k) 

This Isn’t Your Fault

I promise I’m not sad. 

I promise I’m not sad. 

It isn’t your fault.

This wasn’t your cause. 

It’s entirely mine alone.

For being shattered to the bone. 

I say I’m okay,

Although we both know I’m not. 

This isn’t your fault.

This wasn’t your cause. 

I’m a mistake,

Made far too many times.

Over and over.

A failure.

Letting down those who matter most. 

That’s who I am.

A jealous wannabe. 

I can’t except someone new. 

This falls upon no one else but me. 

A burden.

A burden.

Your burden. 

I should just burn. 

Let this darkness swallow me whole. 

I stand for nothing.

Useless.

Rubbish.

Cruel.

Please just let me burn. 

I believe it’s now my turn. 

Put me out of my misery. 

Weak.

Selfish.

Repulsive. 

Just a little self-destructive. 

Death seems to be a considerable solution. 

I won’t.

The pain will blossom. 

Spread to the others who show care. 

I wouldn’t dare to hurt them. 

Not ever.

- (d.n.k) 

The Beach

The sand between your toes.

The day simply goes.

The deep, deep ocean. 

Waves of fluid motion. 

The sun’s radiating warmth,

That rests upon your skin. 

Indulging yourself into a book,

May very well be a sin. 

Let the relaxation begin. 

Shrug off all your worries,

There is no need to stress. 

Focus on peace,

Wholesomely,

It’s the best. 

The wind in your hair,

No piercing stares,

Nor glares. 

Succumb to the salty depths,

Haven’t a damn care. 

You will realize that contentedness,

Is never out of reach. 

Just hurry along to the nearest beach. 

(d.n.k)