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Deprive me
I don't need sleep now
Make me
Tell me not to go slow
Forsake me
Let's put on a great show
Take me
in all the ways you know
Shake me
off this dreamless night

Let us kneel in front of each other
one after the other
sweet juices to follow
you need to abide
and let me swallow
your pride
Humble
I tumble
through a silver lining
eyes peeking out of a blinding
light travels fast
further yet to meet at last
between two sides
of the same mind
bodies lying on many tides
dancing over water to unwind

Today
I heard myself mumble
"I'm waiting for the moon to drop down
crush these stones, flush my sight and make me drown"
then
flesh turns soft pink into shades of light blue
like sunrise
becoming the sea's painted sky, wide and true
I realize
I became one with the tide
birds flying in my sight
I'm their reservoir
everyday they will tell me au revoir

and I'll tenderly embrace
oceans weary face
and make it mine
make it mine
I sharpen my knife,
I stab my own heart
to see if what comes out
is yours or mine

My chest's a hive
bees feast, my flesh to part
the buzzing, a silence so loud
from my blood they make honey wine

I spill it
I speak in tongues
rest upon my honey womb
my nature's a slave to all that you do

In my palms and shapes you shall fit
breathe deeply through my lungs
let me sleep in the silence of your tomb
my nature's turning pure in you
Voices
wispering
"hush dear, be safe with us"
Sounds
of whimpering
"liars, don't listen, don't make a fuss"
Creature
talking
"you can't pretend, in your head it's all about us"
...
My reflection
mirrored in a strangers frown
creature creeping
underneath my gown
is it me, sweeping
give to whom it belongs, this heavy crown

In your pictures
the conflict hides
through pretty gestures
beauty subsides
and love with its tiring lectures

I don't give a ****
about your empty phrases
turned down praises
Watch me pull the plug
Your insincerity amazes
as I watch you feast on a deers pluck

You're not a dog
all you do is bark
getting rid of carcasses at the bog
listen closely and hear the lark
we all get lost in the fog
see if you can catch a spark
listen closely and hear the frog
you will see me in the dark
I know some things about dirt
I shed my feathers many times just like a bird

Daring
Always daring
never preparing
for the fall
I fly
bold with a certain confidence
but so very shy
hold a truth to obedience
when the voice tells me to abide
holding evidence of bloodlust at night

Maybe not a bird then
but a bat when
feeling a strong hunger
for your crimson liquor
in the dark I reach out to my monger
won't you be my cherry picker
I'll draw the night out and make the darkness stay longer
I'll bite you and make your blood run thicker

Yes
See me still hiding a diffidence
under this bold confidence
But I'm not about pretense
bird and bat, all the same
I feel so very tense
as it seems either I can tame
Though I don't need defense
and as you will see, I got no shame
A naked tree in winter
my bones are always bare
I reach inside this
tree crown ribcage
pull my insides out
and press them on this page
I make a lovely composition
of red and superstition
I don't care
about how ***** it gets
I dare
you
Let me share
with you
You can do no wrong
Watch me
as I pretend it's been you
who touched these pages
all along
Today
I hang
I hang myself
I hang myself onto
I hang myself onto the branches
of this old tree
just to go, to flee
of too much probability

Tonight
I shoot
I shoot myself
I shoot myself a picture
I shoot myself a picture of me
in front of my favorite old tree
so I can remember thee
so there can be another me
so in this picture I can also be

Yesterday
I killed
I killed myself
I killed myself in a picture
I killed myself in a picture that shows
another me
in memory
but if she's dead
who's sitting on this chair
a me in disguise
I think I killed myself twice
or how many times?
Always changing, always renewing oneself. How many of me have died?
 Sep 2018 Brandon Conway
Yitkbel
The mythful, innocent, fresh,
Painful,
Reflection of the foolishly isolated,
Stubborn,
Passionately light, sea
Cleansed my condensing soul and lure me to
Its royal seat,
In its authoritarian pride.
To its greatness;
To my desperate need;
Instead of a fulfilling admiration,
I struggled, in all anxiety,
To leave an eternally visible trace,
A scar,
A mean,
In the order in front of my almost fearful
Sight.
Though, all is lost:
As I stomp my helpless hope in the soft,
Ignorant,
Lifeless, seeds of sand
The sadly benighted,
Or, rather,
Merciless,
Fluid,
Took in, in its reign,
The task of erasing,
Tracelessly, my deeds.
Leaving me with meaningless existence,
Waiting to rot and vanish, down further deep
The Sea
-Yue ****, December 14, 2009, 1:00am
Another repost from my highschool days.
My                                
scarlet                                
      flags capture                                   
the  light  of  the                              
moon                              
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r      
⭐          
s                
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s  
o    
f            
t                  
l                
y          
  ⭐  

                             They
                            flap with
                             immense pride
                              I can't help but
                            watch
                          ⭐
  ­                  w
                h
                      i
                             t
                                     e
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                             e
                       d
                ⭐  
       f
   i
           e
               l
                  d
            ⭐


                           ­                                                             I'm ­ 
                                                                ­                         sitting  
                                                                ­                           on the sill    
                                                                ­                      My quill dipped in
                                                              ­                        ink
                                     ­                                                   ⭐
            ­                                                                 ­                    a
                                                               ­                                       n
                        ­                                                                 ­              d
                                                               ­                                   ⭐
                            ­                                                                 r
                                                                ­                        e  
                                                                ­                   a  
                                                                ­                 d
                                                               ­                          y
                                                               ­                                  ⭐
                                                               ­                                         f
                      ­                                                                 ­                         o
                                      ­                                                                 ­         r
                                                      ­                                                    ⭐
           ­                                                                 ­                       t
                                                               ­                              h
                                                               ­                                   e
                            ­                                                                 ­               ⭐
                                                ­                                                                v­
                                                                ­                                                  i
             ­                                                                 ­                                     r
                                                               ­                                                 g
              ­                                                                 ­                             i
                                  ­                                                                 ­     n
                                                          ­                                      ⭐
                         ­                                                             p
  ­                                                                 ­        a
                                                               ­             g
                                                  ­                                   e
                                                               ­                                   ⭐

                           ­                 The
                                            ­  stars     are
                                               S P A R K L I N G
                                            and    it    brings­    me
                                              joy
        ­                                  ⭐
                             ­       m
                                      y
                ­                              ⭐
                                 ­                        h
                                                               e
                                                               a
                                                            r
 ­                                                     t
          ­                                    ⭐
                           ­           i
                                 s
                                  ⭐
                           ­                a
                                                   f
                                                         l
                                                       a
                                                   m
                                              e
               ­                                     ⭐

These                    ­              
Lanterns                                
will soon rise                                
and   carry   my                                
hopes                                
⭐                                
f                          
o                    
r                        
⭐                                
t   ­                                     
h                                            
e                                          
y                   ­             
⭐                      
w            
i            
l                
l                          
⭐                                  
b                                      
e                       ­           
⭐                        
r                  
       e              
a      
l            
       i                        
s                    
e              
d­      
  ⭐

                                      So
                  ­                     many
                                          storms brewed
                                        and  grew  in   my
                                        mind
                 ­                      ⭐
                                                s
             ­                                         o
                      ­                                  ⭐
                             ­                      m
                                             a
                                       n
                                            y
                 ­                                    ⭐
                                                             d
                                                               ­    o
                                                               u
                                                        b
     ­                                            t
                                                     s
                                                             ⭐

But                           
now I'm                         
hoping that                          
my fingers speak                          
true                        
⭐                      
b            
e      
c      
a              
u                      
s                  
e          
⭐  
            i      
                       t              
                      ⭐                  
i    
s          
⭐        
   f    
          o
              r
           ⭐
       y
   o
        u
                    ⭐

                              ­                                             From
                                                                ­            the far
                                                                ­             reaches of
                                                              ­               my Kingdom is
                                                              ­                snow
                                            ­                                  ⭐
                             ­                                                       c
        ­                                                                 ­                      o      
                                                         ­                                      v
                                                               ­                               e
                                ­                                                            r
   ­                                                                 ­                  e
                                                                ­               d
                                                                ­        ⭐
                                                       ­                  r
                                                               ­                     u
                                                                ­                           i
                                                               ­                                       n
                        ­                                                                 ­                  s
                                                               ­                                          ⭐

                                        It
                                           may be
                                            night but my
                                           chamber has rich
                                         hues
                                       ⭐
                                  t
                           ­            h
                                                a
             ­                                            t
                                                             ⭐
                                                           e
                                                      n
       ­                                          r
                                            i
                 ­                                 c
                              ­                              h
                                 ­                                     ⭐
                          ­                                                     m
                                                               ­                      y
                                                               ­                   ⭐
                                            ­                                s
                               ­                                      o
                                                               ­   u
                                                            ­            l
                                                   ­                              ⭐

My                                                
F E L L O W                                              
Kings and Queens                                              
of      near­    and      far                                                
I                                                    
⭐         ­                                         
h                                          
o                                    
p                         ­           
e                                              
⭐                                                        
y     ­                                                     
o          ­                                        
u                                        
⭐                                
r                             ­ 
e                                        
c                    ­                            
i                                   ­                 
e                                            
 ­  v                                    
e                          
⭐                                    
m                                          
y                   ­                   
⭐                              
l                        
e     ­             
t                
  t                      
  e                            
  r                                    
⭐                       ­     

                  This
                  Queen is
                      S O  A N X I O U S
                     but excited
                  for
                   ⭐
                           t
                                   h
                                     e
                                ⭐
                         f
                      u  
              t
          u
                r
                             e
                                   ⭐
                                         a
                                             h
                                           e
                                           a    
                                     d    
                                ⭐
And so returns my Lynterns! ^.^
I'm so **** anxious about my media interview, it's in three days...
But I'm also super excited!
I'm just a bottle of nerves lol!
Hope everyone is having a good day/night! ^.^
Lyn ***
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