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 Aug 2017 Angharad
Stíofáinín
Treacherous thoughts that burnt my tounge coil together, it has begun
My minds estranged, chastened by shards; They cut like ice through my morals like a knife
Vague and formless pain of mine your tears are senseless and out of time
Drenched in subconscious, my untold strain
Countless contact
I don't profess your name
Sin
Confess
Revelations unfolds
Come in, come clean
Revoke pristine
Accept, allow
I'm stuck here now
Stop constraints of this affliction
The time is now
Proclaim addiction
Midnight cravings.

I can't shake the ache
to have you near me again.

Take me to a private place
where we can practice passion
without fear.

Let's take off our clothes in the wilderness.
I'll kiss you,
and I'll keep kissing you until you open for me
the way a morning glory opens for a sunbeam.
I will gaze upon the beauty of your bare soul,
and you will feel the love I have for you shine on you from all angles.

I will always want you this way,
don't ever forget that.

Touch me,
tell me softly through your teeth that you want it rough,
and writhe with me in the dark
until you find your release.
Just know that when the sun really does come up,
I must leave.
This is your last poem my love
You have taken enough of my words and I will now give them to someone else
Eternity will read of you but I no longer love you
I have let you go

So go
Chase your dreams and conquer your demons
Fill your soul with unimaginable joy
We are no longer tied together
I have cut the last string
There is nothing left of us

But if you ever get lost
And look back to the moments in which you loved me
Remember it always as time when you were so tenderly and unconditionally
*Loved
 Aug 2017 Angharad
sage
wind
 Aug 2017 Angharad
sage
Declare your love for me

In the changing wind,

So even if I am behind you,

I can still hear your confession.
from the inspirations of a cold and windy day.
 Aug 2017 Angharad
Shipley
Instead
 Aug 2017 Angharad
Shipley
These thin walls couldn't keep our rage between us. Our stinging words would leak out between the space of the door ways and fill the house like rising water. The walls would pulse with anger creating more cracks for our disconnected language to seep through. And we would die drowning in the chaos.

So instead we stay silent. We lay on opposite ends of the bed and let time sit between us. We hold our tongues while we let our hearts sink into the lava boiling inside of our bodies. We wrestle with our own inner monologue arguing with words unsaid. Going back and forth between ourselves thinking that's what the other would say. Coming up with reasons why we're more angry than the other; silently resenting every second that passes by. Eventually we'll both fall asleep with heavy minds and burnt hearts.
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