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taylor-15
taylor-15
I'm seventeen. I write things sometimes.
I twitch in the middle of the night And it feels like the love is trying to tear through me Right underneath my skin Is a raging river Flooding up my insides with you The stars were twinkling in the sky As bright as your eyes were When I first unbuttoned your blouse And they haven't stopped yet, No, they're still piercing through me Like two supernovas- I caused it I was the catastrophe that made them You told me that if I knew my directions I could find the key to your heart So I searched through the rubble Of all of the dead end lovers that had come before And the only place that I forgot to check Was right between your fingers
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
you held the key
you have freckles right underneath your eyes right in the place where i plant kisses like the floorboard that I step on every time I take off my shoes when i go to bed - i have half moons, bags that i carry through the day- they'll lead you to places when the time comes - those baby blue sheets that i hide under at night are the same beautiful color that i see when i peek out from under the covers - the place on your neck that you say you hate i know i can't make you love it more but i'll kiss all of the bruises i'll try to wash them away along with the chills that run like rivers down my spine every time you leave that taste on me
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 5:26 PM UTC
freckles and blankets
*your lips have receded they no longer come in waves they flow away from me and they don't turn back*
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
waves
i waited for the roller coaster with my feet in a puddle that reflected all the words you had said to me the incline on the coaster jogged my memories of you made my brain feel - cluttered the rush that I got, as I got spun around and pushed under, was almost as blissfully painful as the memories of you left in my head
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
the incline
Forty days and forty nights *that's how long I want to **** you* I don't mean to bring parables into this I just need to be the butterflies in your stomach like Jonah and the whale * You're so far from the devil,* But, you're tied to Hell's ankles I want to be Moses * your legs can be the sea* I don't think you know how much I adore you
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
this poem is everywhere
*I don't mean to say all of these wordy riffs All I'm trying to say is that I want the tufts of your hair in my brittle open hand I want my fingers in every nook, Every room in your mind I want something to latch onto When our bodies are rendering smoke*
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
riffs
you **** with the books on my shelf and the only thing i ask of you is to put them back in the correct order so that once they're in place they fit together exactly the way they were before you touched them
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
touch
your arms are only two of the branches that fall and collapse on me your eyelashes, as long as dinosaur bones, traced the flesh of my shoulder as your face met mine this ***** heart that i have, pumped like a running race horse trying to cross the finish line powered by the electricity in your eyes your fingers, delicate twigs on the edge of breaking right through my skin the canary sings love songs atop your high rise i climb up and sing along, "i love you"
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
canary canzonet
my legs are shaking with pride or is it fear that the roots have clasped onto buckled at the belt i am tied to my own apprehension chainsawing my way through myself is the best way to reach the core
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
the core
Lay my heart beside the sea I'll convulse silently I then fell off the tree Blacked my eye, scraped my knee The currents were wild- they ran free like a child. From the door, to the rocks- they stumbled at the docks. When at last I got up- from the sand and the muck- I collapsed, once again, from the tide and the wind. And finally I did see, the shore looking at me- laughing gallantly, the shore said to me, "Do not stumble again, you're too weak, you're too thin, don't you shake, for, you see? You are free, you are free"
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
free