the night I was going to die
I was sweating on the bed
and I could hear the crickets
and there was a cat fight outside
and I could feel my soul dropping down through the
mattress
and just before it hit the floor I jumped up
I was almost too weak to walk
but I walked around and turned on all the lights
and then I went back to bed
and dropped it down again and
I was up
turning on all the lights
I had a 7-year-old daughter
and I felt sure she wouldn't want me dead
otherwise it wouldn't have
mattered
but all that night
nobody phoned
nobody came by with a beer
my girlfriend didn't phone
all I could hear were the crickets and it was
hot
and I kept working at it
getting up and down
until the first of the sun came through the window
through the bushes
and then I got on the bed
and the soul stayed
inside at last and
I slept.
now people come by
beating on the doors and windows
the phone rings
the phone rings again and again
I get great letters in the mail
hate letters and love letters.
everything is the same again.

Ashley Breanna
Ashley Breanna
1 day ago      10 minutes ago

One glance to the side and she crawled into an uncomfortable ball
Holding her breathe
Slowly letting the walls hug tightly
She froze in silence
No oxygen
No windows
Just the sound of her own heartbeat

Her face puzzled
Deciding weather to laugh or cry
She didn't let fear choke her by the neck
Fore that would have been the end of it

This thing stared deep into her eyes
Strangling her so called innocence
Every smile
Every laugh
Every warm moment danced away as if it were their will to do so
This was no laughable matter

This thing took in the good and released evil
All hell broke lose upon those who dared to cross paths

It became clear to her that this creature
That held the world between its lips
Wasn't just any kind of entity
It was a beast
The kind of beast that would rip your heart right out of your chest
The kind of beast that fed on fear and laughed at your tears
A beast that couldn't enjoy a spark of light
So it couldn't let anything jubilant
Take control of its home

This beast had invaded her home
Which is no longer sweet
Would it be wrong to blame it all on the beast
Or herself for letting it eat her purity away
Leering at the mirror with terror written all over
She accepted the beast

#identity   #beast  
paves
paves
1 day ago      14 minutes ago

like Pollock's paint splattering on canvas
like Warhol's Campbell soup in print
like Cunningham's democracy on stage

she loves him like that; she loves him like Art

#art  
Emma
Emma
1 day ago      18 minutes ago

I breathe you in
Like a puff of stale
Cigarette smoke

You fill my lungs
With confusion
And a hint of
Regret

Because part of me wishes
I would never have
Met you

But part of you lingers,
Like the smell of cigarettes
On a chain smoker,
Stained all over my body

-e.w.

Triiniity
Triiniity
1 day ago      28 minutes ago

If I'm sick please be my remedy
If it's music please be my harmony
And baby please if you see my on the street
Don't smile near me
Because I'll fall in love again

Graciela Elva Vazquez
Graciela Elva Vazquez
12 hours ago      36 minutes ago

Will you join me in this renovation
The one that fulfills our souls
The one God intended
I can feel that he knows

Building separately has yet to work
A sign we should have seen
Giving in is pride demolished
The devil brought to his knees

Attending church and counseling
In and of itself wasn't enough
Bare souls a necessity like
Standing trusting on a bluff

Vulnerable to one another
Dedicated to a higher power
All defenses down
Fear enough to make us cower

Easy is as easy does
Hard work yields bounty
Tomorrow hand-in-hand
Let's together up the ante

A season of tomorrows
Together in all the splendor
The one we failed to believe in
Worth it and oh so tender

Tender beauty
Tender hearts
Feeling like we see our parents
Together forever, never apart

April 16, 2014

Tatiana Wood
Tatiana Wood
1 day ago      37 minutes ago

From darkened room
with candle whispering
to shadows of lost love
on the wall,
I dream of you,
yet I do not sleep.

You are in the soft music
we used to make love to
while the wind blew
through this room and swept
its fingers across our bared skin
and loose hair.

My bed has moved,
but I look to that corner
where our bodies used to move
so gently and so smooth.
I lay on that spot
on the floor and feel
the rough carpet scratching
at my skin and wish
it were your fingertips.

These memories are so sweet
that I keep falling back
into the endless daydream
of you and me,
but amidst the ecstasy
there's fear that these memories
will blind me of all the love
I may find outside my room.

Can't stop missing the one who got away...
#love   #lonely   #sadness   #lust   #darkness   #night   #sex   #skin   #daydream   #candle   #ecstasy  
 
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