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Sea Nov 2015
October ends graceless,
blackout drunk,
singing goodbye in lucid tongues

the season Goddess
greets her favored
November
with a swift kiss

and the leaves begin to drop
to their knees
and beg and plead:  
let November
bring us inner peace
Sea Oct 2015
let me raise square one over my head like a battle flag. back in the same place I was as a single *******. nothing more and nothing less. don't look at me here, forget I'm there, driven by a desire to fill the dark abyss.
Sea Oct 2015
you reaped the soil
  and now you sow
karma comes to those
dishonest with themselves
(and everyone else)
pick up the pieces
  that you broke
and leave behind
  what you cannot help
move forward
and good will come
stay back
and you'll never grow
pick the side
and choose your fights:
tell the truth
or you're as good as doomed
Sea Oct 2015
and the Adulteress wins again.
the girl gets the bed
and the Adulteress has the rest.
A hellish romance,
formed from a devilish grin,
the Adulteress holds his soul
in her heartless hands.
Cruel intentions on an adventure
to take them all,
and the Adulteress
leads the quest
never getting hurt
in her bulletproof vest.
It won't end until
the Adulteress finds her best fit
Sea Oct 2015
Swimming away from me. In a sea of broken promises, endless hurt, blood and black and blue. Turn the key and lock the door, throw it to the floor. Cry some more. Towards the open ocean, towards the choice you’ve chosen. I’ll never find you, not here, not there. And I’ve nothing left to give but a bitter grin. I’ll find the color jade and make it in my own way. Sharp and jagged edge to deter anyone else from half-assed attempts to sew the pieces back together and make me whole again
Sea Oct 2015
I’ll pretend my heart is made of lead
a bulletproof iron vest
it never gets hurt
it always forgives
Realistically:
It cracked in half.
More like quarters, still,
I must act like it’s left intact.
It hurts with a piece of Scotch tape
holding it in place.
Every breath
fuels the icy pit in my chest.
Sea Oct 2015
A little lie here and there
years of trends
we couldn't stand
different rooms, separate beds.  
don't trust those two
alone together.
see it now
and tell the truth
say what they
would never hear;
we are
nothing but
two good people
who do bad things
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