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 Apr 2014 Liz
Jindomess
Who am I?
 Apr 2014 Liz
Jindomess
I did it
He's not getting up
His blood is on my hands
Wait
Did I do it?
I don't even know

This can't be real
How can this be real
It's impossible

The body is on the floor
Looking at me with it's dead eyes
My eyes
Hand is clenched holding onto something
My hand
Face frozen in fear
My face

Am I looking at my own body
Wait...
Who am I?
Does this crap even makes sense
 Apr 2014 Liz
Amitav Radiance
The propensity of the seductive mind
Starting a game so amorous
Passions clasping hands in embrace
Games of hide and seek of the soul
The lovers unaware of the world outside
Deepest passions reach a mercurial high

© Amitav
 Apr 2014 Liz
Amitav Radiance
The truth in your beauty
Calling me towards you
Mesmerizing my world
Of your beauty I sing paeans
There’s festivity to celebrate
The truth of your beauty

© Amitav
 Apr 2014 Liz
Amitav Radiance
Are you talking to me?
I was in a deep slumber
Unheeded words become audible
Stirring my motionless state
I find it hard to decipher
The words, the feelings and meaning
The world around me is away from you
I have to squint from the awakening
Your sudden call to revive my feelings
Is that the same you?
The flashback of us floundering
And our inability to communicate
Did we not find the right words?
Or was it, our hearts grew apart?
Although we heard each other’s heart screaming
In agony and torn apart by the divide
Even our lips quivered, not eager to kiss
Just the vague looks in our eyes
Looking at each other, yet seeing through
Now that this new awakening
How am I supposed to react?
Let’s not converse in our usual language
And go beyond words to express our hearts
Maybe our hearts yearning to connect
Without the crutches of words
Let there be no props and only pure emotions
In the stage of our life, let’s don a new role
Worthy of true lovers

© Amitav
 Apr 2014 Liz
Pushing Daisies
Can you run,
Your softened fingers,
Along the outskirts,
Of my brittle bones.

Push them down,
Until they jut out,
And pierce through,
My cracking skin.

Can you hold,
My head under,
The murky depts,
Of darkened water.

Sew my bleeding,
Lips together,
And make sure,
I cannot breathe.
 Apr 2014 Liz
J
Nova Nostalgic
 Apr 2014 Liz
J
She combed her hair with the night sky
& then let loose those bits of stray galaxy that had embedded themselves in the wisdom of her follicles.
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