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Pineapples Sep 2019
BBC
Eat...
Sleep....
Wake....

Nothing but you.
Pineapples Sep 2019
Left alone with my thoughts....

This world should end for the better....

At least my world should....

How cruel I am to bring life into this existence.....

My children will be tarnished forever with the tormented, jilted and ****** path I have laid....

All I ask for, is for them to see clear...please do not stay on this beaten track...please do not be cursed with my mind....

I am scared for them.....

I am scared...
  Sep 2019 Pineapples
MeanAileen
When I look into your eyes
I see more than just brown...
I see pools of dark chocolate
in which I want to drown.
Like shots of aged whiskey
they intoxicate me-
I forget all my troubles
and for a moment, I'm free.
They make me feel warm,
so safe and secure.
No longer a sinner-
they make me feel pure.
They're the color of sugar
when caramelized,
with a devilish charm
that has me mesmerised.
Much like the earth
drenched in rain-
with unstoppable force
they now flood my brain.
To be lost in their depths
is where I long to be...
but those perfect brown eyes
were never meant to see me.
I love his eyes
  Sep 2019 Pineapples
MeanAileen
alone again
just wishing you were here...
to feel your strong arms
holding me near.
missing the warmth
of your eyes, so deep,
i close my own
and drift to sleep....

awakened by a whispered
word in the wind,
a soft breeze tickling
my naked skin.
like fingers it brushes
through my hair,
then a shadow floats faintly
across the cold air.

could that whisper
be one from your lips?
or that tickle come
from your fingertips?
was it your hand
that caressed, lovingly?
is that shadow you,
in the dark, i can't see?

so i call out to you....
my love, are you there?!
but my desperate hands feel
nothing but air.
so i lay back down
and i shed tear,
alone again
just wishing you were here...
Another really old one I came across
Pineapples Aug 2019
let the salt from my tears pour into your wounds..............still bitter and fresh like the first truthful cut
Pineapples Aug 2019
So you just stepped out
Of the front of my house
And I'll never see you again
I closed my eyes for a second
And when they opened
You weren't there
And the door shut shut
I was vacuum packed
Shrink-wrapped out of air
And the spine collapsed
And the eyes rolled back
To stare at my starving brain

And fully clothed, I float away
Down the Forth, into the sea
I think I'll save suicide for another day

And I picture this corpse
On the M8 hearse
And I have found a way to sleep
On a rolled up coat
Against the window
With the strobe of the sun
And the life I've led
Am I ready to leap
Is there peace beneath
The roar of the Forth Road Bridge?
On the northern side
There's a Fife of mine
And a boat in the port for me
Pineapples Jul 2019
Gifts of god and life floating on muddy tides

Staring into the abyss of murky ripples and abandoned dock land.

I feel at home in the wastes of rusted steels

Let me decay with the surroundings

Hollow echoed sounds of my own breath

I am London

London is me
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