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 Oct 2013 Abeille
tranquil
promise
 Oct 2013 Abeille
tranquil
neatest strips of me
symptoms of tarnished soul
comforted by sighs
unguarded and pure

tangled up in truth
the woven layers of mind
you saw into my dreams
through brooding crypts of time

which wish to stay awake
victims of love denied
through beckoning ordeal
whatever may betide

you peeked into my strength
and all into my pride
through dusty shelves of old
regrets as steeple high

to put me in a rut
witnessed by falling skies
wetted by tears of joy
and parched with breeze of lies

for its a choice you shall
bequeath upon this being
unfurl upon my life
as surly autumn screen

amidst your promise which
hints of a crawling day
i tasted purest love
heartlessly ripped away
Fiction.
 Oct 2013 Abeille
Kaleb Vernon
She takes her nightmare home;
It shifted and breathed deep
As it sheltered itself in the cave beneath
The cloud on which she stood
And down in the sheets under her feet.

It duplicated her lovers face;
A beast at least
She tries to cuddle in
But it seems absurd to find warmth
Next to a man who just beats
From the pounding of his heart through to his fist
Where intoxicated swings meet you in defeat

Still she has no reason to leave
Because at dawn she hides her bruises with cloth
And paints her scars with makeup
Even though he doesn't have enough devotion to her to make up

Now this man walks the streets to find his next lover
While her bones lay next to the fire
Berried under the soil because his heart was spoiled;

A bright girl with golden pearls left as a lesson;
And god bless such a confession

You see, Her heart shined brighter then all
But was pushed back because of withdrawal
Rest in peace to all who are victims of such, and an awareness to those who are in current relation like this.
 Oct 2013 Abeille
M
So Am I lucky?
 Oct 2013 Abeille
M
I've never felt the melancholy of being broken hearted
I've never cried because things ended before they started
I've never had my heart shattered by a **** I once loved
I've never been preciously owned then suddenly shoved
I've never regretted wasting time for someone not worth it
I'm still a finished puzzle, never been incomplete
Feeling fortunate and desiring both at heart's beat
Craving to call someone mine and feel revocable by love
It's typical to be jealous of others ambiences
Especially if behind every sorrow is happiness
But love is an obstacle and with every obstacle is a reward
The strength to keep going and ambitiously move forward
So am I lucky, is this just a phase?
*Or is love something I've been missing out on?
First decent poem. I realized how much effort and time is put into every poem. This is fun.
 Oct 2013 Abeille
JM
Fuck this.
 Oct 2013 Abeille
JM
Alone with only the piles of ash as company,
I harden a little more.
Severing cords and burning bridges can be tiring and I have had my fill of useless people
so sleep is in my future.

I have never known love;
I know this now.

Hollowed out by wicked inclinations,
tempered with deviant leanings,
filled with poisonous lust
and fueled by misanthropic,
misogynistic misgivings,
I have become bereft of
all that is good.

I have given up
on ever being happy.
 Oct 2013 Abeille
Robert Graves
Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.

Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares -
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?
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