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mendax
my heart beats in your chest held captive in your ribcage. an apt name, i muse for where else would one keep such a savage beast but a cage.
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
captive
Sometimes I feel strong enough to leave but the light in your eyes blinds me and suddenly I can't tell the difference between reasons and excuses. I open my mouth to speak and you exhale, and my words get lost in the fog of your breath and can't find their way to your ears. The doubt rests on my chest like the best--or worst--snowfall in mid-January but my wits run howling like the demon chased from a man possessed and I kiss the lies that your lips told.
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
the lies that your lips told
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Guide me safely through the night and wake me with the morning's light. Now I lay me down to sleep, my silent scream, my soul to reap. Choke and burn me through the night, I can't escape, too weak to fight. Now I lay me down to sleep, to wander blind through darkness deep. The demons now have bound me tight, my hollow smile seems not quite...right. Now I lay me down to sleep, I leave them all behind to weep. Crimson lines on skin so white, I will not wake to morning's light. Amen.
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
Ad Finem
Nearer to your heart of holes, my only hope for solace found; your trembling love in darkness lay, by hurt and fear so roughly bound. For you, there is no golden key, no single word to heal the scars that lace your tattered, tarnished soul, and bid you stay behind the bars. Your broken beauty cries for me; I pour my life into the cracks, in hope you'll bloom and live again the tension in your heart grow lax. My dearest love, I pine for you. But as your psyche has yet to mend, I wait to whisper words of bliss and to your troubles gently tend.
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
Caducus
Sweet injustice you do to me; seared your touch on skin and soul, only to slip from my shaking hands and leave your breath on my cheek, your song in my heart.
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Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
Wisp of mine