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There is talk
Too often, that's all it is
Of storms far off in the distance
Of raindrops created by baseless rumors
Knowing that silence is stationary
That the stillness is where the clouds are breaking

There are other eyes
Watching us, studying our movements
Laughing at our comedy of errors
Lamenting our production of self-affliction
Dizzy from the spinning film reel
And waiting patiently for the sequel

There are shots fired
From empty chambers and arrowless bows
Where the trauma is the most severe
And blood runs colder than December's breath
The aim was meant for the bullseye
But in truth, the bull is still sound asleep
 Jul 2017 Mariah Cuch
Onoma
Union
 Jul 2017 Mariah Cuch
Onoma
~Our daylights
need beating,
come on babe...
let's Bermuda
these triangles~
We were born
before the sighs
of surrender

before the twilight
whispered crescendo

before the sad sound
of the wind ―

Ere the raw truth
that tells a story
     through
"eyes that are
the windows
   of the soul" ―

We were born
with eyes wide
        open
     with tears
    that well up
of truth unspoken,

  love arising
        like
a budding flower,..

metamorphosis
of fertile heart ―

The wheel of life
turns unbound
an outgoing tide

   as certain as
    continuum
       abides ―
an unbroken lariat
  until the knot
  comes untied

A lonesome dove coos
  perched upon
deserted garden gate;
its gentle plea segued
into a silent prayer ―

Seasons change;
   supple buds
of forlorn love
― wither,

unsure if we’re alone
         or if
we’re alone together (?)!


                                                  ­  ­    ­         .
postscript:

"Through a foggy window in the rain
When you thought no one was watching,
Going through your memories
Like so many prisons to escape
And become someone else
With another face
And another name"

...an excerpt from :
"Through The Window" by Chris Cornell
you wanted the universe,
so I started building the sky for you.
I hung up lights so when the dark arrived,
you had glimmers of hope
—one for every time you thought
it was living with you
instead of just visiting.
I once brightened your nights,
but you tore the stars down
because the sun was here to replace them.

I chased clouds away so you wouldn't
be caught in a downpour.
I became a shelter when they sought
their revenge and hit the ground running.
the wind was breaking me down,
but I held you despite the pieces it stole.
when the storm passed,
all you saw was the rainbow,
and didn't notice I took out the blue.

I did everything I could,
but I could not do everything.
you wanted the universe,
but I could only give you the world.
I'm online, baby
I've sig(h)ned in
I've waited, honey
Where you been?

I've a LED-screen body
Icon lips
Silicon *******
Computer (c)hips

I'm your WiFi girl
I'm here to play
I'm your WiFi girl
I'll make your day
I'm your WiFi girl
You'd better pray
I'm your WiFi girl
Lead you astray


Watch me, baby
I'm just your type
I am lush and
I am ripe
Forget all the media hype

I can really turn you on
I was assembled
In Hong Kong
I will play you
Like a gong
Just click on me!
Just play along...

[chorus]

I will love you
Make you groan
I will iradiate your bones
I'm not YOURS
I'm just on loan
I'm not THERE.

You're all alone...

[chorus]


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/4/2017
Whisper to me of soft sins
and hard moans
I want to know
who you are in the dark
When you are naked and alone
I want to feel the stain
of your wet kisses
up and down my kneck
Push me onto my back
and carve your name
into my chest
Sink your teeth
into the corner
of the inside of my thigh
There is no pain
when I have the pleasure
of being in the reflection
of the carmel desire in your eyes
Pull me under the secret universe
you hide in the mad love
within the pulse
and rhythm of your stars
Drown my breath in the colors
and pallet of the beauty
of your blood red lips of lust
Leave the scent
and taste of your flower
To haunt the eternal hunger
you have seared
into the marrow of my bones
It is only by the warmth
of your breath
that I can enjoy death
and rise and die again
 Jul 2017 Mariah Cuch
olivia
He drives a gray Subaru

I get in the passenger seat
He turns on nirvana
I don't want to
But I can't
Help it
I begin to weep
He asks what's wrong
I can't explain
He turns it off
I thank him
Until
Radiohead
Water falls from my eyes once more
I shouldn't be in this car

I should be riding my bike beside yours
writeboutlove
I love the memories
We made together
I can still feel your warm hand
On my shoulder
As I sat by a fire
Staring at its flickering
Fingers

I miss the good times
I remember when you
Scolded someone
Because "You never ask a woman for her weight"

I remember
Leaning my head on your shoulder
As you drove me home
After a long night
Alone in the silence
Only a dark road in front of us

And I miss
Your long hugs
And your bright smiles
And your conversation
And your greetings
And your jokes
And your family

And I miss you
I miss you so much

But alas, we have changed
The good times are gone
And we are now
Alone
We may have been soul mates
Once
But now
We are just ships
Lonely ships
Passing in the long, lonely night.
teach me how to stay tender
i do not know how to keep from
cutting off the parts of me
that are charred
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