Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jun 2015 Cold-Bones
Deena
If you saw my face you would laugh.

And what a nightmare you would have.

Look me in the eyes, you would cry.

Cuz baby I'm a devil in disguise.
 Jun 2015 Cold-Bones
Aseh
Lust
 Jun 2015 Cold-Bones
Aseh
A single digital phrase
makes me throb, makes me warm,
raw-
hungry,
inarticulable:
the hunger, the thirst, the clawing through
his hair push him against
the door
with
force.
There was a glistening in the room,
a hard glaze
puncturing every moment
like a swift knife, brute
yet gentle the way
the stinging sharp
cold blade feels
against the seal
of
skin.
I am no longer sure if I wish more to be
a poet,
or a poem,
or if I even wish to be
at all.
Its like
sunset
leaving shadow
of the day,
like everyone
returning home,
tired.
simply
when it cries,
it doesnt show
its hurt,
it doesn't scream,
with its
sound of silence,
it dont want to get someones
attention
it wants to be alone,
I listen to a rhythm of its beat,
it show how I feel,
it started to
let my hand write,
anything
that discribe, how it does,
and how it is,
I cry
it never let sleep
i want to freeze it,
shut it down
but it can't,
its still beating
unfreezing
no one can see it,
not if it let me do.
aching,
still making sounds,
nobody can hear
right here, right now.
 Jun 2015 Cold-Bones
Aniseed
Just a wind that blows
On a fair summer's day.
No rhyme or reason
To my lovely, restless way.

Gentle sky filled with blue
Got my head stuck in a cloud.
But when the sky loses her light
And the dusk turns into night
Is when I'll finally speak
Aloud.

And I'll wonder,
"When will it be
'Til the silence
Finally sets me free?"
And I'll wonder,
"When will it end -
The bittersweet memories
That only time can mend?"

'Cause time passed
Me by, instead.
Like the birds flying
Over my head.

Another day passed by.
Man, the air's sure getting warm,
So I'll wait by my window
For the oncoming storm.

That's when the clouds roll in -
A dusky grey that calms my soul.
And when the rain stars coming down
From the sky's cumulus crown
Is when I'll finally feel whole.
Technically, this was a song. And look, it rhymes. It rhymes!
Next page