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  Aug 2016 Sierra
LostinJapan
facebook
told  me  yesterday  was
national donut day and I had to
admire how something that's had its
center cut out still         has so much good
to give. and it                          made me wish
you would see                          the remainder
     of me and find                    me worth sinking
your teeth into but you don't. now that
you've painfully excised my heart
you   toss   me   aside
untasted.
  Aug 2016 Sierra
jack of spades
we are the essence of zero gravity.
you are the weightlessness in the marrow of my bones.
i can fly.
you are car rides with too many CDs and not enough miles.
you are lunar eclipses, ripped up jeans, and too-bright smiles.
pick me apart at my airtight seams to see yourself in the mirrors i set up inside of me.
i am a black hole and you are the answer to string theory,
smudged ink on fingertips while signing away the Earth for worlds our eyes can’t see.
you’re a mutant, baby,
evolved from the best of everything.
for my best friend
  Aug 2016 Sierra
Akira Chinen
My mind is cluttered with fiction and sin
I could tell you a story but I can't find where it begins
I was lost in the middle while eating the end
I'm running through a graveyard of pens that have spilled their last drop of ink
My fingertips are bleeding but I can't get the blood to stick to the page
The words seep through the paper and crawl beneath the earth
I try to follow their trail but when I get to the bottom
They have changed their shape and their colors and aren't words anymore
I turn to retrace my steps to go back to where it all began
But the dirt turns to clouds and all I can do is fall through the middle while eating the end
Sierra Aug 2016
I was never that much in love with you, anyway.
If I say it enough, it will be true
And I can forget about you
Once and for all.
Sierra Aug 2016
It’s okay, I only cry sometimes, I lie,
Because being honest and admitting to
Days filled with endless tears is
Unattractive
And nobody likes a weak girl with wet eyes
Tears mean
Instability
In the eyes of stones who masquerade
As human beings.

It’s okay, I only cry sometimes, I say,
Like when reading a book and it hits me
Harder than expected
Like on drunken nights when I’m lonely and
My past haunts me
Like the times when I’m really, truly, kind of
Very happy
Or when I’m numb to everything
And sometimes when nothing at all
has happened but I’m still moody

But it’s okay,
because honestly,
*I only cry sometimes.
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