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 Oct 2018 OC
ArielMarriel
I am the dandelion.
Transformed.

I was a useless ****.
Unwanted.

Now I am a fluffy force.
Reformed.

*******!

I sail on the wind.

I begin again.
Wasn’t sure if I should share this because of the “*******” part.
I’m a girl, btw :D
 Oct 2018 OC
Jay
oh, little ones
if I could build you a worthy city
to keep you safe and dreaming
I would crush the hope I had left
into a powder,
mix it
with all the things we grown couldn't be
and lay the slurry out to set,
harden it with sun and air
not hate
forming a foundation
where futures could be built
oh,
but my tools have no power
I dented them in fury and shorted them in tears
before they could be used to build  

oh, little ones
if ever I find safety in this homeless land
I'll wrap you in it
in a heartbeat
realizing you don't have the resources to help every worthy cause can be heartbreaking

6/19 update- It breaks my heart that this is still relevant
 Oct 2018 OC
Graff1980
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 Oct 2018 OC
Graff1980
She is a small brush fire,
a lifetime set ablaze
reddening skin
melting and swirling
in outrageous agony
as she contorts herself
to accommodate everyone.

Unsettled and unpredictable
constantly turning
the tables on herself,
one minute she is
dancing in a tapestry
of manic happiness,
then in the next
she is obsessed
existing in a heightened state  
of anxiety and sadness.

The bright lights illuminate
brilliant displays
of personal pain
that explode on the stage
as she reads her
tragic truths
in poetic verse.

So, she plays with
more matches
spreading the flame
by sharing her pain
till everyone else
burns the same.
 Oct 2018 OC
zumee
Old Age
 Oct 2018 OC
zumee
Sneaks up on you
like consciousness
in a monkey
 Oct 2018 OC
Dead Rose One
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No, He said.

I want you
wanting.

I want to taste the miracle of your desperation,
need,
lick the sweet sweat of tense from the hairline well hid
on the back of your pleasuring neck.

I need your needing constant completion,
but not succeeding.

The airborne aroma of your desires are fiery, arousing,
stimulus sensating me by the unending beauty of dissatisfaction,
this virus desirous, infection, makes my perpetual wanting  
for an incomplete perfect woman,
forever seeking betterment,
perfectly complete.


<>
11-15-17 11:51pm
mixed up emotions re this one; who is the striver, who is selfless   and/or selfish;  can be understood in many different ways
 Oct 2018 OC
ry
I
 Oct 2018 OC
ry
I
I break people
cut strings
bury feelings
break me
and I am
broken
undone
scattered
slowly erased
spitting blood
wishing for the world to just
end
because I don't want
cant
take another
blind step.
 Oct 2018 OC
Napolis
It's 10:00 o'clock

in the morning,

she's gone.

she is lying

underneath

somebody else's

sweat

by now.


chipped

***** dishes

in the kitchen

sink peek out

and yawn,



knowing quite

well that no one

will be

waking

up to

attend to

them anytime

soon.


12 little

aluminum can

soldiers lie

wasted across

my bedroom

floor.


I think

somewhere

between

the 6th or 7th

can she

really

did start

looking good

to me

and I to

her.


but now

it is


2:00 o'clock

in the

afternoon

and fortunately

for me,



the night

hadn't taken

any prisoners.



instead only

given

life sentences

of the

devil's

fate.


to open

my front

door.


to walk out

naked

under God's

crimson light

and hope

that someone

might


love me

tonight.
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