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 Sep 2019 A Simillacrum
Broadsky
your loving lips on my rosy cheek, your fingers running through my hair like water in a creek, your cool ability to smoothly speak.

that look that says “you’re mine,” you’re sending chills down my spine, as you wrap your arms around me like kitchen twine.

your heavy breath and rising chest, you’re building trests from east to west.

in your presence I bloom like a lotus, you’re making me notice there’s more than enough time to fall for a guy that makes you want to climb the tallest tree you can find.

I’m leaning on limbs,

looking through leaves,

while I’m swaying with the breeze,

and you’re there with me.
for you.
She's down to earth with
Flourished tears flooding
Her face
Not seen in the lights
They're only visible under her roof
She doesn't talk, speak, raise
She's just self centered, in cries.

The floor under her roof
Is *****, with litter floating
On tears
With written papers that have
Never had any other person's sight
A load of odour smell flash
From the unwashed dishes, deep.

She doesn't smile nor laugh
Her moments filled with hallucinations
She's got a craving for death
As she thinks she deserves not
The next day, not even today
Depressed, suicide driven
Facing her dream bed, six feet down.
 Sep 2019 A Simillacrum
uselace
girls
loving girls,
is so much more
than anything
they want you to see
it is hoodies
that smell like her,
soft brushes
in the lunchroom
falling asleep
to a movie
wrapped up in each other
being so *******
in love,
that you call her
your stars
an honor reserved
for her
and only her
because your love
is just like any other,
pure
and innocent
and full to the brim
with dreams
of a world
where you can kiss freely
and get married
and love,
without strangers
stopping you
on the streets
because your love
simply isn't "normal"
enough for them
 Sep 2019 A Simillacrum
Tegan
when I was younger,
i envisioned a future of makeup,
femininity, pretty dresses and falling in love.
drinking, partying and running through the fields of youth.

but here i am,
crawling into my sheets
crying all hours
and nothing about me is pretty,
i am not loved
i am not running through fields of youth,
im running from them
and they were always faster than me.
 Sep 2019 A Simillacrum
Tegan
I never thought I'd live to see the day,
where I would smile a real smile,
and say I'm okay,
and mean it.
Yet here I am.
Friday the thirteenth, (September
tooth house hind nineteen)
dark shadows winessed scads of bats
(base sic cully lobbing soupy Matzo *****)

eyeing yours truly as seldom seen
human sacrificial cuisine,
which dime a dozen story true story
red within tabloid National Enquirer 'zine.

Minus blood ******* mammals more averse
than bill collectors or insurance companies
bared fangs greeted yours truly courtesy
of bloodthirsty nurse
triggering instantaneous qualm
ordinarily, I dune hot feel averse
nor nain availing one arm or the other,

wherein needle tip doth stick
prominent vein, yet an idling hearse
unwittingly induced heightened alarm,
on flip Wilson side... sense and sensibility

awoke regarding no impact upon purse
anyway death could never as worse
compared to hand to mouth
***** deeds done... dirt poor curse.

A deep inhalation induced relaxed state
courtesy ujjayi breath
filled lungs to alleviate
(yea right slim/fat chance analogous
to one sniveling, mutering, groveling...

writer wannabe called upon to curate)
quirky rhyming scribblings
attempting to pass muster
easily, joyfully, worthily...
declared poet laureate

hence hastily erected castle
in the sky fate
meeting divine heavenly lorded
tailor tete a tete

gradually alleviated helter skelter
mental condition within pate
experienced sudden calm
displaced initial panic, thus great
ecstasy donned "FAKE" trumpeting guise

knowing within short shrift
death would assimilate
me, while providing fancy feast
where Desmodontinae
would undulate

this vampire weekend,
aware I prevaricate
and horrible anecdote purely
meant to demonstrate
how believability easily
wrought to fascinate

(ha) captive audience,
he/she exhibiting skeptical trait
might doubt claim (mine), who as inmate
within human zoo forced to risk death
defying daredevil metier height
figurative tightrope walker I gyrate

balanced on iambic foot in toto
all the while able to coordinate
vaguely flowing continuity
eventually metaphorical
erythrocytes coagulate.
 Sep 2019 A Simillacrum
uselace
the hardest part
of wanting to die
for an entire year
is not putting your life
back together,
instead
it is simply learning
-how-
to live.
how to smile, laugh, cry, ect
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