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molly-greenhood
molly-greenhood
28/F/American I see poetry as a free form of therapy and a constructive outlet for myself. I love reading it and am always working to perfect my craft. / / Any and all feedback is appreciated!
your sheets are layers of clouds   floating between our arms and legs like a budding storm between crooked cranes along the river just over the bridge discover me in the morning, early and dark before the cool rain spills onto hot pavement your hand finding it's way up my thigh like a blowfish ascending towards the sky swimming through the breeze of cracked windows catching raindrops with outstretched fingertips i can feel summer between my toes soggy soil and fresh grass inviting my nose and for a moment the sky becomes clear blue and bright, not a cloud in sight then I feel the sun graze my cheek it's warmth, the sweet bite of summer heat and so I wake, morning sun peeking through the shades covering your bedroom I arc my neck to you, still half asleep you pull me close to drift back into dreams
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
morning dreams
I always thought that I'd see you again corn teeth and bloodshot eyes We were young, in college and always high The gun under you pillow didn't seem so strange We hiked, drank, sang watched old movies all day It was months before I knew you were sharing a bed with another I hated you for making me feel foolish and ****** you after you cried You weren't found for weeks and neither was she I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. For her, for you, for me
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
Murder-Suicide in North Hollywood
Sometimes I just want to close my eyes feel the sun, bathe in the moonlight I thought I saw you on the freeway Looked back to see a stranger's eyes staring back at mine I feel your heat in the morning I press my palm to your back again If only you were breathing I wish I could stop this sneezing Cover your body with the comforter wash the linens, empty the dishwasher It's easier cooking for two Ceramic bowls for me and you It's so cold when the wind blows over the clumps of ice and soft, heavy snow packed hard around the doorframe now not much reason for me to get out I still see you looking back at me when the screen goes black on TV I don't recognize myself I pulled the carpet up out of the floor today exposed the stained, cracked wooden boards and I thought about how we'd roll around to the sounds of old records on the ground The walls are bare and my hands are numb I tiptoe around thoughts of my old gun to these charred, heavy logs I'll succumb Leave me to the ashes, bring me back to you Let the fire exhale and breathe me life anew.
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
Winter's Fire
You came in the room, freshened up my coffee dipped your head to my shoulder, said you felt so happy turned on the tv, laying on your couch under cream colored blankets and drinking whiskey the rain had finally started falling I kissed your neck and said you're everything I kissed your cheek and said don't ever leave me how can this all feel so easy my tortured past felt so hazy you looked down at me with amorous eyes lazy, wide, searching for me inside I touched the sunburn on your chest warm and bare, then exposed the rest I'd like to remember the way you looked that night dancing around in the bright kitchen light singing wildly as you cooked you grabbed me round the waist and pulled me close to your body and said you missed me I won't ever forget the way you touched me I threw my head back and felt the ecstasy you pushed my hand back and fell silently into my body like the rainfall, softly cascading down the window next to me I never want the rain to stop please don't ever let this rain stop
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Staying in
I can smell the honeysuckle feel the warmth and salty sweetness of a season not yet blossomed You tucked the bloom behind your ear and smiled You brushed your hand across my leg and looked away I kissed you and knew summer had finally arrived
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
Almost Summer
where are we going? i turn up the music close your eyes i roll down the windows i turn onto the runway i switch off the lights i press into the pedal she pushes out her hand she ***** her head to the side she lets her hair blow back she smiles we scream, yell out into the black biting wind of night howl, moan until our lungs crack like poppers on summer pavement we hate being so young we hate growing so old
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
Youth
my hand is out the window cutting through the air crisp, autumnal, and light I think of slipping into the sea floating on my back, with my head to the sky and my eyes closed tight, arms spread wide the water is lapping up around the edges of my skin trying to pull me in, down, under so deep I can't breathe, see, feel you your touch your tender love so I gasp and tread to stay above and feel the wisps of winter lick my cheeks and kiss my nose just as I open my eyes to see you sleeping soft, still
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
floating
there's a hole widening inside pushing to each corner stretching the muscles until I feel it in every limb it's like a sickness a poison disease all my doubts fears eating away until there's nothing left except a promise from you could I reach out touch the stubble along your jaw and kiss you deeply confidently in love and lust you're just a message a phone call an email away but so far from the strings pulling at my chest begging you to come and stay
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
LDR
Speak sweet and slow like November snow Cover me, delicately as flakes frost autumn leaves burnt orange and heavy, whirling down a hill of white, inches deep and thinly tiered like the feathers of your duvet waiting to catch the first fallen branch Speak firmly, love and I will do the same or else we both may sink to the frozen soil beneath and never find our way out
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
November Snow
sail my ship across your pale blue horizon, gliding over the swells of your chest rising, falling tracing my racing thoughts with fingertips that drag across these keys trying to land on an embankment of affection tell me, loudly with crimson-soaked sleeves how you want me stretched out on the couch still sober supple scared to move too much in case we disappear (back) into daytime dreams and nighttime fantasies
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
how you want me