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 Nov 2016 CapsLock
The Fire Burns
Arterial lips
beg to be touched
kissed, caressed
temperatures rising
as neurons fire
seeking
wanton
need


Buttons pushed
lust ignited
steered toward
the summit

Climbing ever higher
gasping for breath
begging
pleading

Crashing waves
crescendo

Waterfalls dance
the precipice
falling
filling

entwined beings
energy sapped
 Nov 2016 CapsLock
Maia Vasconez
Everything's dull like a butter knife. I sit around for hours scratching my arms trying to make a dent. You can't cut yourself with a butter knife, can't create excitement this way. You'd pull a gun on yourself, or a fire alarm. Brain numb, an act of terrorism on your boredom kingdom. It's not fair to compare this to solitary confinement, but my mind has sure gone stagnant. I'm a sitting pond. I'm stale bread. I am sour milk. I am freckled with mildew.
 I am, quite simply put: stewing here.

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You can be in a place so long it feels like fermenting. You can be in a place so long you forget that you're sitting.
You can be in a place so long it feels like fermenting. You can be in a place so long you forget that you're sitting.
 Nov 2016 CapsLock
The Fire Burns
Peyote travels
dreamer awakens
man raven imparts wisdom
vivid images and knowledge
downloaded dreamscape
conciousness
eyes wide, fire burns,
feather in hand
 Nov 2016 CapsLock
The Fire Burns
The gentle smell of smoke
I watch it curl out of crystal
and slowly snake
towards the ceiling

The flickering light
casting moving shadows
across the room
bringing darkness to life

The sound of thunder
in the distance
and the dripping rain
falling on the sidewalk

The green oil
in its container
slowly drawing
up the wick

Providing light
and comfort
to the family
huddled around
 Nov 2016 CapsLock
Akira Chinen
We fall in love
Deep mad love
And everything
Everything about life
seems better
We hold hands
Kiss tightly and long
We get lost between
Slow *** and hard
reckless *******
We stay up late
with the stars
and catch the sunrise
We phone and talk
about nothing
and anything
and lose ourselves
in laughter and
forget to care about
what time it is
And time passes
and we get comfortable
We get so ******
comfortable
that we forget about
the fire
the madness
and slowly we take
love for granted
We laze around it
We wander from it
in the grocery store
the long car rides
we carelessly ignore it
during what was once
love making and not
just killing time or
just ******* to ****
And the fire dies down
And madness packs up
And soon enough
mouths no longer kiss
and hands dont hold
and then
theres yelling
and finger pointing
and blame tossed around
And we forget about love
We forget how it all happened
How we got so
****** comfortable
and we lose it
and we find misery
and then misery gets
so ****** comfortable
and we enjoy it
We enjoy being miserable
and we just gotta laugh
about how stupid we
can be
 Nov 2016 CapsLock
Austen girl
Never felt like second place
Or third or fourth..
I was a non place,
Existing outside
The circles we draw..
I feel more like a concept
Than a real person..
It all seems
Like an elaborate
Multiple choice..
I'm a series of letters
Chosen with good intentions..

How do you leave
If you do not know the way back?
I painted scars
Where skin never broke..
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