So maybe he touched my soul
And claimed it was old
Stole it
With honest intent
To never return it to my body
So maybe he touched my hips
And sank his teeth into my lips
Ripped them
With honest intent
To never hear me speak
So maybe he drank my tears
And extracted every fear
Before walking
With honest intent
To leave me dehydrated
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
Don't smash the glass between your fingers
Don't allow open wounds
So that the smell of your blood lingers
Only to empty every room
Silence the little girls mind
Silence every thought so she is soothed
Lock that little girl inside
So she is convinced that the lies are truth
***** ears and ***** words
Revolve around nothing but a ***** world
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
i cant forget
the juice of his lips
or
his touch on my hips
my apologies, but
a list full of wishes
brought me to this
reminiscence
of a gentle spring kiss
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Heavy breathing
Trembling knees
*In the darkness
I could not see*
Eyelash to cheek
Hearts heavy and weak
*In the darkness
I could not leave*
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC
don't
ask me what i think about poetry
i never think about poetry
but
sometimes more often than others
words will creep into my skull
and dance around my soul
they'll bicker with each other
and grasp at each others hair
until i am forced to release them
from the damp of my fingertips
and exhale them
like the dense clouds of smoke
that they are
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
I wanted to be the wind.
I wanted to be the wind flowing through each strand of his hair. I wanted to be the moon, bathing him in my light. I wanted to be his wisdom. I wanted to be the blush in his cheeks. The chill that traveled down his spine and the warmth of his soul. I wanted to be the itch underneath his skin when his thoughts were troubled. I wanted to be his consolation; and his isolation. I wanted to be the blur in his drunken vision. I wanted to be his dreams. I wanted to be his fixation in the night sky and the sweet seduction of his daylight. I wanted to be the plant that he watered with his kindness. I wanted to be the glass that tasted his lips, the breath that escaped his lungs and the oxygen that flowed through his blood. The stardust sticking to the walls of his veins. I wanted to be his lingering melancholy. I wanted to be the tears that once had the chance to live inside his eyelids. I wanted to be every door handle that his fingertips caressed. I wanted to be the saliva resting on his tongue. I wanted to be each and every heartbeat that kept him alive for a moment longer.
Can you understand?
Because I can’t.
I wanted to be the life that he questioned, the life that left him speechless. I wanted to be the information that he craved.
I wanted to be everything.
I wanted to be her.
I wanted to be me.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
i miss the way
his fingertips would wash my skin with flames
and how his eyelids
evaporated when i whispered his name.
at night i dream
that he is flowing through my veins
and in the sunlight
i long for a silent brain
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
his soul aches, and
the swallows guide me to him
when he checks the sky at night
it’s right there where he left it
clinging onto the mist of misery
we’ll dance under the moons breath
we follow each others silence without incentive
i'm impulsive in reaction to pulsating lungs
i could never sacrifice this non-existing moment
tears run through rivers
his lips leak that it’s alright
and that we are flowing
he is an old beginning
whispering wishful words that arch my spine
we are unaltered in time
silk skin crafted by the clouds
open eyelids pierce through chests
he left me lost in a familiar world
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
it started with
a distorted kiss
intending on innocence
but as he was gazing
my heart lit ablaze and
nothing could save it
but him
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
I am a rock at the edge of the ocean.
I am standing.
I am a rock at the edge of the ocean, and I have survived bitter winters, surrounded by frozen waters and melting summers engulfed in the airs sweat. Yet every year without fail I still transcend into spring. I am engraved by each and every form that grazes my surface, and I am still standing.
In the sunlight I absorb rays of temporary hope and in the black of the night I reflect the moons delicate face, with her eyes fixated on the rough exterior that surrounds my soul. I blush with a grey stone coat, overwhelmed by her attention. I fluster, but I am still wedged deep beneath the sand. I am still standing.
I am shelter for all of those helpless creatures underneath who long for safety. I am a gateway for the droplets of rain searching for home, I let them trickle down my spine until they find the mystic blue they have always dreamed of. I am standing for them. I am standing for you.
I am a rock at the edge of the ocean.
I have been touched by its still waters and washed over by its forceful waves, and just when I believe that I am drowning, mother nature guides me above. My granite heart is pounding and I am gasping for life to enter my lungs as I rise from its salty essence.
Realisation occurs, I am still standing.
I have been ignored and admired by passers by, I have experienced love and loneliness. Sometimes my thoughts near convince me that I am crumbling and decaying into the grains below my feet, professing that I belong in the quicksand. But thunderstorms don’t last, and after the thick of it I will remember that I am still standing.
I am not just a rock at the edge of the ocean. I am me and I am you. I am not just standing, I am everything I’ve ever imagined.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC