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Rj Jan 24
The moon didn’t see what I did that night
And oh, how she’d cry if she did
Forgive me
  Jan 24 Rj
Eliza
of all the things i regret,
You will never be one of them.
  Jan 24 Rj
A M Ryder
How do you
Forgive yourself
For all the
Things that
You never
Became?
  Jan 24 Rj
Buried Words
I want to look as empty as I feel
Rj Jan 24
The tv is on in the living room
I turn over
My phone glows orange
Because I switched it to night mode
As my meds dissolve inside me
The tv is on in the living room
The corner of the fitted sheet
That chronically slips
As if mocking me
Is loosening again
But I don’t bother
The tv is on in the living room
I unbend my knees
As the backs of them
Have created an unwelcome swamp
My feet take the knees’ suggestion
The arches warm and dampening
The tv is on in the living room
Sirens sob in the distance
The trolley eeks past
And the sky casts a deep violet smirk
And the tv is on in the living room
Rj Jan 22
I crawl on my belly
It must be my belly
A creature so low
I remember the words
Through my fault
Through my fault
Through my
Most grievous fault
Hitting my chest
If I could pull
This beating heart
from my chest
And offer it up
To the raven on my shoulder
If I could
  Jan 22 Rj
B
Don't think I'll go on, but I can
my mother is kicking me out
and I've never had a plan.
Fizzled out with your opening
crushed like a soda pop can
so insecure, pushed you away
because you know just who I am.

On such a breathless downward spiral
and I think I'll stay here a while.
baggy shirts and sunken eyes
has become my style.
I'm a muddled, mangy mess, no surprise
I think I'll just stay a child
be soft in my stride
for just a little while
until I learn to get by.
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