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I'm depleted
From getting chased
By terrifying nightmares
Haunted by darkness
Lurking in the shadows


Jl 2016
Wishing I didn't have to live with the demons released inside me as a little girl.
 May 2016 Happynessa
Amber Bowen
Brought down to my knees
Face to face with the dirt
And all that lies beneath
Thinking over again
Piecing it all together
Asking the same question
Wanting to understand
Why we’re here
When it all feels the same
The same pain
Of a different caliber
It's a noticeable pattern, sadly.
 May 2016 Happynessa
Pixievic
My words have stopped
My pen is dry
I've so much to say
I try and try
To put down on paper
My thoughts and feelings
My brain is a puddle
Eyes turned up to the ceiling
Inspiration has left me
Turmoil instead
A black hole engulfs my
Poor battered head
Clutching at adverbs
They slip through my fingers
Searching for rhymes
Procrastination lingers
Abandoned and lost
Alone with the page
It stares blankly at me
No attempt to assuage
The assault of despair
Lurking within
I can think of one option
Open the gin .....!!

(C) Pixievic
Well we've all been here .....!!
 May 2016 Happynessa
Lora Lee
I am hungry
and it is reflected
in the contours
of every inch
                  of skin
every cell a-flutter
tiny wings and heartbeats
activated within
right down to
the ribosomes and
kidney-shaped
mitochondria
right up through epidermis
woven as threads
of softness penetrating
your inner hard, dark parts
causing them
to melt into
                my light
I am craving
to feel your
absolute heart's
raging core
my aching flesh burning,
my heart, wrapped in
a love
              so pure
My need to be
devoured surfaces
in smoothness,
at a glance
You feel it acutely,
no room for doubt
or subtle chance
               I am ravenous
for muscle-worked arms
(arms that could easily
try to break)
to be supremely
gentle as you part
my thighs like the ocean
and sacredly partake
the slickness of your tongue
in my feminine grace
the stains of my love
drenching
                your noble face
your eyes on mine
as I sharply breathe
         need to hold your
head stroke your
           hair know that for me              
the king takes off that
garland of gold
breaking free of
all symbols of status
the only real treasure
the queen who
gives to him,
and who he now pleasures
     and I let myself be consumed
with the reverence
of a psalm
my love pouring into you
healing your hurts,
               like a balm
in this private landscape
we are the most
ferocious of tender
estuaries
in an eternal vista
in this hour of somewhere,
the sea hauls us in
like ancient creatures,
     bringing the fossils
back to life
in lustrous foam
as they
         inch their way
into the spirals
    that we
feel we could
call
     home‎
Appropriately attuned with "Alternate World" by Son Luxe...yes in an alternate world, so much could happen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wnIs71n_kE
and, for the mood:  "Hazey"by Glass Animals
Yes.
Even though
it has not happened yet
I missed your kisses in my dream
I missed your lips
their taste
your long legs
picturing this
tells me all.
true    P@ul.
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