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  Jun 2018 Elizabethanne
Antony Glaser
I am wilderness set out in stone
a journey never taken to its end.
You were hope and a wayward glance
remembering all that was cast.
(is paved with good intentions)
Elizabethanne Jun 2018
With skinned knees and cracked palms
I crawled toward you.
With my broken smile in my outstretched hand-
blood mixed with forgiveness.
I begged you to hurt me again.
Because the only way I knew how to feel,
was through the echo of my desperate pleas of "don't ever leave me“
Elizabethanne May 2018
Your body is not the forgiveness lost men need to find themselves.
What a wicked way to treat the girl
who loves you
As if you could see the light
to bathe your secrets
In the space between her thighs-
that you could find forgiveness in between the notches of her spine.
She tastes of honey suckle and smells like summer rain
but she'll never be able to coat the ash clinging to your throat.
Or wash away the ache that's settled into your bones-
She's like sweet torture
something you can touch but never truly keep-
You have spent far too long in the darkness to do anything but try and steal her light.
So I beg of you
-let her go-
Because when she finally figures out you used her as convenient, as easy, as a way to dull the pain-
she'll have to find her own forgiveness and have no time for yours.

- She let you into her heart into her body and she will spend a very long time trying to forgive herself for what you broke.
  May 2018 Elizabethanne
jb
planting the seeds,
i am,
adam, you're eve,
i am,
full of your needs,
but you,
resist my pleas,
i am,
sad and depressed,
i am,
thinking what's next,
after,
this cruddy life,
grabbing,
the bloodied knife,
stabbing,
with all my might,
before,
it hits my chest,
i tend,
to hesitate,
dropping,
the sharpened blade,
killing,
the urge to ****,
spilling,
down to my knees,
thinking,
of this disease,
that seems,
to make me wheeze,
in me, i am not free,
i see no ending light,
my brain, it wants to freeze,
and shatter into the night,
i am-
/
-oh so happy,
like a bird, i am flapping,
happily double tapping the pictures that you are mapping,
gleeful, you are the reason i smile, hoping you know this,
notice your bogus aura,
shimmers a shiny yellow like jello,
see through your soul full of gold,
you tend to bellow and giggle,
you're full of laughs-
/
my thoughts are so decaf, unless it's about you.
the hue within my eyes reduce and turn blue,
i brew,
within the ***, the kettle has turned red.
stripping me of my feelings, emotions have gone dead.
forever going to bed,
never to ever wake.
trapped within the fantasy,
eyelids like a canopy,
"can i be the one you choose,”
what else do i've got to lose?
well,
you.
like a light switch
  May 2018 Elizabethanne
Olivia Ventura
Tangible ghosts stare straight through me
As I run down a winding path
They call out my steps by one two three
As I sort through the aftermath

I still reach for your hand when I’m scared
Sometimes you reach for mine as well
Though you’ll never believe I’ve prepared
For the night that we hold hands in hell

Love is too sweet an idea for reality
Hate is too bitter an emotion for us
Kiss me for a not-so-meaningful duality
We melt when we touch the sun, Icarus
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