"I see you everywhere. I see you in sentences inked blue on a crumpled paper napkin, in cars and buses caught in a traffic jam, in the perfect swollen shape of the moon. I see your image in the face of every person I meet: when the cashier hands me my change I am reminded of your long calloused fingers, when I pass by girls with tattoos on the nape of their necks I remember how it feels to kiss you there. Every laugh, every flesh, every smile is you trying to steal my breath away. I think: this is the opposite of forgetting. I scatter your memory to the empty winds, put you inside the pockets of strangers, force you to haunt me like a ghost. This is how I survive your absence. This is how I keep you, darling, so that you may never leave my world again."
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
I want to be that feeling of urgency you need to let go before you go insane. The slither of hope intensifies as a ****** is almost reached. Blood escapes my tongue as I fight not scream, for no one knows of us. Closer, closer I need you! Can you not see the arch in my limber back? The shivers my spine send when your lips meet the skin at my thighs? Continue to climb me, further into me, I need your release inside my body making us one.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
I was walking down
The gravel of the school,
Suddenly I felt,
Like a shadow was behind me,
Staring, looking, waiting.
I hoped it was him.
I wanted it to be him.
I wanted to believe it was him.
I hoped and prayed it was him.
Even if there was a chance it wasn’t.
I wanted it to be so badly.
I wanted to take back my words.
Tell him that I loved him,
That age didn’t matter.
Tell him that,
He didn’t have to be with her,
That I was there,
For him.
Tell him we could change the world,
Break the rules,
Make a difference.
Tell him that it was me he wanted,
And I knew.
Tell him that I could finally,
Have the happy ever after,
That I always wanted.
That nothing could stop us.
I wanted him to know,
That we can have,
Everything we wanted,
That life wasn’t something to hate.
I wanted to tell him,
That I would die happy,
If took my hand,
And held onto it,
Until it was my end.
I wanted him to know,
That I loved him,
And I wanted to know,
If he felt the same.
I wanted,
My life to take a turn,
Be what it should be,
Be what I wished.
I wanted,
To wrap my arms around him,
And hold on,
Till death did us apart.
I wanted him to know,
That we can.
I kept praying,
Not letting the negative in,
Keeping my hopes up,
Then I turned around.
There was no one.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
it's just me
huddled on your end of the couch
some pointless game flashing on the screen
ice cream filling my mouth
my friend at the other end trying to fly
the blanket is too scratchy
and the ice cream is too cold
blood on my tongue (and i don't know why)
with so many words to be told
i don't know the point of this poem
just putting random feelings into words
once again just wondering
what it would be like to be heard
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
1. find a complete stranger you find attractive // adrenaline
2. tell each other stories and intimate details you haven’t told anyone // serotonin
3. finally, stare deeply into each other’s eyes and then hug each other without saying anything // oxytocin
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
Her feet dance like ink across
Shakespeare’s paper.
Her eyes like notes in a mozart symphony,
And her voice like a lustful melody.
And her lips like a delicacy in chefs mastery.
Her touch like steam in a roman bathory.
And her taste?
Like the apple eve ate.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
And when you find
yourself wanting
me again,
look above and
see how wonderful
the stars are —that’s what
you have
lost.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC