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 Jan 2016 1487
Sari Sups
Because I did not fall apart
loving you.
i kinda liked this one for once
 Jan 2016 1487
AJ
Have you ever reached out to touch something,
That is simply not within your reach?
I feel so stupid,
Lying on my back,
Looking at a ceiling that used to feel taller.
Which is weird because as a matter of fact,
It now seems lower than when I was smaller.

I'm not saying it's a metaphor,
But I had asked the universe for a sign.

I can just hear your stupid voice in the back of my head.
Saying some stupid joke or a play on words.
"Be careful my dear,
Objects aren't always closer than they appear."
 Jan 2016 1487
bucky
it goes like this-
he pulls himself into himself, ribs
collapsing inward in an attempt to become smaller. smoke and mirrors and a jump from a high-rise
he never quite pulled it off, though
he says "brand new, baby
never been used"
holds my hand and tells me a lovesong that ends with:
"and the dust settled."
gripping at my fingers so the bones crack
it sounds more like a confession than a story
and he's never been able to stay still so
he doesnt,
fidgeting away and back, a restless tide
salt licking at his cheeks, and he tastes like a dream
like the ruined rotted boards of a shipwreck
and he smells like smoke all the ******* time. i wanna
romanticize him,
wanna breathe in his lungs and blow out a piece of art,
i wanna dress him up in angel wings
and ask him how close to the sun he can go without melting. split me open
wartime in monochromia, could do this for hours
if i didnt know that it would wreck me. he cant stop
******* open the holes in his jeans, says
he just wants to have control over something. says,
"this is what it feels like to be on fire"
and i believe him.
me: writes poems about people who don't even exist
 Jan 2016 1487
bucky
11:49
 Jan 2016 1487
bucky
you call me - "baby, babe"
and it doesn't feel like it should
 Jan 2016 1487
hkr
if only i could
**** myself
w/o anyone knowing
just
remove myself
and leave life behind me.
i'm not suicidal i just don't want to be here
 Jan 2016 1487
arubybluebird
I needed you
 Dec 2015 1487
Mystifying Chaos
The greatest grief for a writer is to lose the connection with the pen and the paper.
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