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 May 2017 Jellyfish
Azh Chinen
Through the pages of this journal is the paper  that contains ink made from the cloudy gas called dream.   The dream is from me.  My  thoughts are written inside this journal.  But I must warn you that it won't always carry good thoughts.  Some can be scary or sad.  Exiting or angering.  But it all depends on how you read it.
It really is...........magic.
 May 2017 Jellyfish
Lunar
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 May 2017 Jellyfish
Lunar
I want to know you. A lot.
I want to know you because I like you.
I like you because I want to know you.
I like you. A lot.
you know that feeling when you're crushing on someone who's too near that it seems just as far for you to get close to them.

this last poem for the month goes to jul
 May 2017 Jellyfish
Akira Chinen
You are so beautiful that I want to lay down and make love with you in every possible way and write poorly written poetry to you and you are so exquisitely perfect that I want to ******* in every position and place until I'm beyond exhaustion and near death and have no choice but to write you even worse poetry and then I want to watch us fall so madly in love that we become each others skin and thoughts and you become the only good poem I will ever write and your kisses become the stars of the night and your eyes become the light of the moon and your heart becomes everything beautiful in the hands of eternity and there is where I want to stay under the night of your stars and light of your moon and the truth of your love for always and forever
 May 2017 Jellyfish
Aisha Ella
Deep breaths okay?
D E E P  B R E A T H S.
Turns on sink tap
Its okay, I'll just rinse it off
Then I can really see how much damage is underneath.
Holds head
Its fine, its fine, I'll take the pain killers later.
After...I'm clean again, yeah, after.
Looks at arms
Oh thank gosh! None on the arms,
I don't have to wear the long sleeves again
Starts to sway
Why am I swaying?
I've taken worse before, just a few more minutes
I can do this, deep breaths, okay?
I've got this.
Washes face and murmurs
I should leave, I really should
I don't deserve this, I can do better, I can...
Lips tremble
But maybe I can't, maybe he's right, maybe nobody can love me.
What if nobody will love me?
Stares into mirror
No, no, I won't leave, not yet.
Said it was the last time, but thats what he said the first time,
And I...
Continues washing face
No I'll stay, its okay, just a little bruising
Nothing I can't cover up.
I can do this, I can do this...
Its okay,
He Loves Me.
I've been thinking a lot on abuse in relationships and so I feel like making this a series, will explore different types and aspects of it.
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