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 Aug 2013 Kristen
Micah Alex
Hold* my hand tight,
Let us walk through *hurricanes,

Soar over the seas to lands unknown.

And I will take you to tomorrow,
Till the Isles Of Illusion,
To gape at Castles Of Glass.

Aisles of Autumn trees,
Don't compare to your evergreen eyes,
That soft smile,
Goes through me like thunder,
When my hand within yours you hold,
My heart feels like its about to leap and fall.

If I could just dare to dance,
I'd be Skipping on the stars,
Be Laughing out Loud.

You're the dream that I can't wake up from,
The distant glimmer that I want to believe,
The one thing that will forever evade me.
Sometimes even when when two hearts are willing, Love cannot happen.
 Aug 2013 Kristen
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
 Aug 2013 Kristen
Leonard Green
If I say, I love you
my thoughts hold the intimate hideaway for your essence

If I say, I need you
love has no meaning without the company of your presence

If I say, I want you
my needs can be quenched only by your sensuous touch

If I say, I dream about you
my wants succumb to thinking about you too much

If I say, be my fantasy
dreams must be fulfilled by an ****** encounter to please them

If I say, be my life
fantasies becomes eternal in the secret gardens of Eden.
Dedicated to that “special love”
 Aug 2013 Kristen
Kimberly
I watched as your chest rose
And descend
In silent intervals

I drew closer to you
Our noses brushed,
And oh how my blood rushed.
Through the course of my veins they flowed
like a tsunami.

I remained motionless
My fingers laid gently upon your cheek
I began to trace the meticulously sculptured structure of jaws
Before I met your lips
Your lips
They were the Devil's prized piece
and God's miraculous work of utter flawlessness.

They were parted slightly
And my fingers found their way to the tip of your lower lip.
I looked on intently
As your lips quivered subtly with each paced breath that you took
How I battled the urge to press my lips against yours.

I looked on to your hair that rustled so delicately
with the passing journey of the wind
I gave myself the luxury of mildly stroking each piece off your forehead rigorously
And watching as how they folded back in compliance.

Your eyelids were laying perfectly on one another
Hiding away the jewels.
Jewels that shone so magnificently that nothing could be in comparison to its rare elegance
That it had to be sealed behind the locks of your eyelids.

Your slumber had made you peaceful and serene
And I could watch you as you were;
You were naked
And I could see all of you
No bars barred,
No walls built up.
You were bare,
Vulnerable and defenseless
Yet, that has made you even more majestic.

k.m.
 Jul 2013 Kristen
Shelby W
silence
 Jul 2013 Kristen
Shelby W
i find the right key
and unlock the front door.
i am greeted by the silence
that was filled by you a few years before.

i sit on the edge of the sofa
the one you used to sleep on.
i close my eyes;
i see you there again.

coughing and painful cries
echo in my ears.
you reach for the machine
which once helps you breathe.

i open my eyes,
and you disappear.
the silence is depressing.

i wish you were still here.
 Jul 2013 Kristen
MITCHELL
Romulus
 Jul 2013 Kristen
MITCHELL
Dance me a song dreck thinker.
Let the ocean wash away your thoughts of rain.
Understand scars are forever but so are diamonds.
And every night you'll dream again.
You'll never comprehend the dark  like the moon
Or the light like the sun.
Learn that only Monty python knows the meaning of life, and where the holy grail is.
So stop searching and just appreciate uncertainty.
Then sing me a dream because I'm tired of screamed night terrors.
 Jul 2013 Kristen
Sara Loving
whether i said it or not
i loved you all very much*

(act 1)

this is an ode to the dark room
in which i made you bleed
and you found the courage to laugh
at my clumsy hands. you,
forever cloudy eyes and sideways glances,
think you love me. you are mistaken.
but when the carpet seemed
like grass, and you reached out
for something i will never understand,
i let myself shake with the moon, let myself
escape guilt for the first time.
and new lovers flooded in
because i tore myself open for you.

(act 2)

“right now, r-right now,
i love you”
drunk and desperate, i threw
my middle school needs upon you in some kind of
suicidal mission of my childhood,
you took it. you smiled.
and you did not understand.
sacrificial and first.
pure.
you fade fast.

(act 3)

sometimes i return to
kind puddled visions of the night you taught me
what it meant to make love
and what it meant to apologize.
i would like to defeat you, to not have to imagine
my tears dripping onto your stomach
and you far away, too male and hard.
i would like to think that i could darken
the yellow light reflecting from your skin
by badly hung christmas lights,
even if your confession was the only one that was holy.
i can forget.
it is what i am best at.

(act 4)

now
    there is another
another sinking stone, with full eyes
and hopeful hands and when i dream
he is there
curled up in a life
in which i am awake and unafraid.
i have known you for a week.
you told my father i am wonderful.

(act 5)

i went to a wedding for two women
who were together for 25 years, even
before the ceremony, even after
they had explored every part of each other’s bodies.
i cried
and prayed for the power to give myself up.
but i renounce god everyday.
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