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Reanna Horsley Feb 2019
Driving with my eyes closed
Life on autopilot
Miles and miles ahead
Put it in park or keep driving instead?
Darkness pours into my head
Night sky clouds in
When will it give?
Still miles and miles to go
Until the end of the road
Reanna Horsley Feb 2019
Words swirling in mind
Smoke whirling in the air
Sitting alone I stare
Wishing I could disappear
Never able to find the time
Simply writing without a rhyme
Ill give you the world but only can afford a dime
Desperately trying to unwind
Words swirling in my mind
Without you, at best I'll be "fine"
moving on
last night i stayed up
until the stars lost their warmth
until the constellations rearanged
until the moon departed back into the galaxy
just thinking about you
the night sky is clearing but im still awake
  Feb 2019 Reanna Horsley
nzrnrdn
it is that time of the night again
when nothing but rabid thoughts
swamp every recess of my mind

it is that time of the night again
where i contemplate taking either
my own life or a cigarette from my pocket

it is that time of the night again
where i am forever plagued
by these three words

i.
am.
sorry.
  Dec 2014 Reanna Horsley
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
  May 2014 Reanna Horsley
Joshua Haines
I cut myself on the future
I thought of kissing your picture
I detached myself from
lullabies and sorry eyes
only to realize:

I want to make love to you in November,
just before the empty of December.
Where snow blankets
and suffocating leaf-beds
aren't the only dreams
to fall asleep in our heads.

I could hear your voice trip
as my hands started to drip
around your hips and thighs-
You could tranquilize
with your lips and byes.

You look so sleepy-headed
Many words I have threaded
to weave a dream
desperately
but you prefer my
reality.
  May 2014 Reanna Horsley
hkr
i am a black hole
and you
are the stars.
shine a little light in my direction.
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