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 Sep 2017 Viola
Mildred Sim
with you
sadness was more melancholic
than I could have experienced
and happiness was more euphoric
than I could have imagined
compensate the absence by returning back to where we first found each other
 Mar 2016 Viola
The Ripper
Predilection to:        f
tooth between teeth -   e
without compunction -   e
pearly white             -  l
welcome mat
a semblance of home  
                         so I
              drug
       grip
        tug
              twist

           incisor
       cuspid
    bicuspid

          a lovely mouthful
             tonight
                to my
                   merriment
                      you bleed
 Mar 2016 Viola
The Ripper
393 echos
 Mar 2016 Viola
The Ripper
Thrashed interminably
to find a Death
like this,
Death like this;
digs d
          e
            e
               p
                 ,
to make      room,      for you:
that
obdurate;
                    swart;
                  ­             gelid;
                               merry-go-round.
In the centre of
                    maelstrom;
tranquility lives,
as 393 echos evaporate
                                 amid Amaranth
                                 & Hibiscus,
                                 Amen.
 Mar 2016 Viola
mikecccc
Morning
 Mar 2016 Viola
mikecccc
If you ask me
I say it's a new day
Some would say
It's still yesterday
No you see
Twelve has come
Twelve has gone
A new day is here
Perhaps
It will be pleasant.
 Mar 2016 Viola
mikecccc
I threw a quarter
into the wishing well
and the well
granted my request
of course all I asked for
was a gumball
still pretty cool.
 Mar 2016 Viola
mikecccc
Pharaoh
 Mar 2016 Viola
mikecccc
I doubt
material wealth
means anything
in the afterlife
on the off chance
that I'm wrong
bury me
with my books
and my plastic owl.
Didn't expect to find
One of mine as the daily
Thank you
for the hearts and views.
Dear dream girl,

Before I let the words unfurl
Let me thank you for meeting me there.
It's a place I know but have never been,
It's ground soft, like a nostalgic sin,
And I wait,
Wait for a sound or a feeling,
Sortof sitting, sortof kneeling,
You are there.
How you found the lair,
Or why we started talking were questions
I would not far,
to ask or know
Your face would change in your tone,
I had my bottle and you had your phone,
But neither of us would let go of them.
You didn't like talking unless I said something first,
And I was always left with a thirst.
There were walls like we were somewhere artificial,
Manufactured for a short use time;
I didn't reply, but you said "it will be fine".

The walls have reel to reel projectors,
With a hum of ghostly patriotic defectors,
With a weird blue tint,
Memories of terrible heartache stints,
My demons playing on the left
Every time I yelled or was jealous,
And zooming in it shows your smile
Or the sadness on the other end of the phone,
Or the craving to be with me at home,
And on the right was you putting walls up,
Fighting on things that now really don't matter,
Zooming in on me smiling,
Or the me just getting sadder.

I asked you to meet me here tomorrow,
Because I'll take all the time I can borrow,
The door closes,
And I'm awake.

From toes still in the water,
With love.
I'm done trying to write,
So I'm going to write.

I kept searching through a
catalogue of memories,
And soon-to-be's,
Trying to find some great metaphor,
Or situation to use,
But it became borderline self abuse
Trying to find non-cliche *******,
But I'm done trying to right,

So I'm going to write -

'I miss you'
and well, the real question is
Who the **** wouldn't?

Your eyes hide a lot kid,
And that's what makes you frustrating
I can't tell if they are clear or fading,
But I kinda hope I never learn
So it forces towards me to discern,
If you really choose comfortability
That's ok lady gaga because your poker face
will never outpace your smile

That smile gives away more than your eyes,
The sudden urge to not when you know you're speaking beautiful lies
It shifts when you need to look away
And it's because you have to wear it every day
It's easy for someone to miss
the subtle ways.

And you, you're as subtle as a chainsaw,
To the people that actually see you.
how I wish they could see you the way I do,  but  they're going to destroy you for committing the crime of knowing a love humanity has not learned to deserve
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