Woke up.
Just as sleep was drifting in.
I found I had been dribbling.
My pillow entirely wet.
Must have been dreaming of holding you tight.
Close in my mind.
May you please linger.
Maybe just maybe, I thought I was your baby and that you were holding me tight.
I thought maybe, I could have snuggled my self in a ball,
like a baby protected by you.
Perhaps you were stroking my reddish brown hair.
Probably, you'd kissed me gently upon my forehead or my cheek or even my neck.
No biting now, I may like it, but the boss probably won't.
You could always have rolled me over onto my back.
Gently of course.
Possibly, you said I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you.
I guess you didn't mean to either.
You kissed my hair.
I was gently lured back into the land of sweet repose.
I'm guessing sleep took over and no one ever knows.
Sleep's just mother nature's amnesiac.
(C) Livvi
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
I believe my soul is rotten
Yet you say it is not
I see my face, it's so ugly
Yet you say I'm pretty
I think my body is destroyed
Yet you say I've earned my stripes
I know my heart is beyond repair
Yet you say you'll help mend it
Can you really see so deep into my eyes?
Into my soul?
My heart?
Sometimes I think you're blind
Because everything about me is torn all apart
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Is there anyone there anymore?
For I have gone blind with things once said
and I cannot pass myself to see
clearly into the mist
with eyes wide open.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
Lord: Your summer has gone and your springs’ have passed before.
Relieve your leaves of their duty
and pass on the colours of seasons gone.
Grant the winds of May
the chance to blow such sadness away.
Press onto your children the gift of beauty;
of hope, of love, of cold wind fury.
Those who relish in frivolous daydreams
will stay up to the hour;
reading, writing, watching and waiting
for theirs is the time of the daydreaming.
Where they will wander those littered streets
and dance among those fallen leaves.
Yes Lord the world has fallen asleep,
with those leaves that you don’t keep.
By Jacinda Norman
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
This sadness, this numb
It is not poetic.
I cannot write about galaxy ridden veins
or fire seared eyes
This sadness, this emptiness
It is not beautiful
There will be no heroic sweeping away of broken princesses by
princes with cigarette clenched teeth
or ***** laced lips
This sadness, this gut-wrenching pain
Will not be daises in Marlboro boxes
It can't be unraveled threads sewed back
by an infinite but dysfunctional love
No, no.
This sadness isn't any of that.
This sadness, it's raw
It hurts to look at but it's torture to bear
People look away from this type of sadness
Because it sure as hell ain't pretty.
But what it is is real
This is the sadness that, once moved past, is never forgotten
It's worn like armor in battle
Like a coat of arms
This sadness makes you a soldier
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
I'm angry so I write
I'm sad so I write
I'm happy so I write
I'm scared so I write
I'm confused so I write
Although nobody knows how I feel
I've let it all go
Through my fingertips
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
Basically I keep my feelings a secret
I'm not the type to say what I feel
With you it's no different
I want to tell you, believe me I've tried
but, there's part of me that just can't take any chances.
So, I doubt that you'll ever know,
which may be fine with you, but it hurts me,
I won't tell you though.
May be it's the way you say my name
or the way you smile
or may be just everything,
getting to know you seems worth my while.
Sometimes I think, what's there to hide?
Then,slowly my heart takes brains side.
I guess I'll never say it.
I would never reveal my feelings to you,
I'll just love you from distance,
as I'm not sure what else there is to do.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
Sitting with the ironic weight of my cigarette smoke resting on my shoulders.
My body filling with worse things than tar.
Your name crosses my mind like an uncontrollable twitch,
again,
and again,
and again.
Some days it becomes comforting,
like a metronome.
Until I look down and I'm marching to the beat backwards.
Into my Parliament lights I think I've floated away,
only to see my exhales spelling out that name.
I beg to be introduced to a new beginning, as I so gently kiss them.
But they only know of one.
Their ***** souls are but feathers in my lungs.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
maybe,
we both believe that it's just a word
and it can't possibly make up for all the damage
we cause time after time
to once again claim we're sorry
so, neither of us ever expected an apology
nor demanded one.
maybe,
we realise that it's unknowingly promising
to not repeat the same mistake
therefore, we choose to not disappoint each other
with the hope of sorry
so, neither of us expected an apology
nor demanded one.
maybe,
you know that your words can hurt me
but you say them anyway,
because there are times when I'm just as cruel
and we'd rather be equally destructive
than sorry
so, neither of us expected an apology
nor demanded one.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
I promise to stop loving you tomorrow
but for tonight let me put my head
on your shoulder
I promise to forget you tomorrow
but for tonight we can get high on
the velvet porch
I promise to stop loving you tomorrow
but tonight let’s pretend
it isn’t tomorrow
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC