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 May 2012 Brandon
Kirsten Martin
I smell the ocean.
I feel it cool my skin,
Baking in the sun,
Or from your stare.

My hand parts from yours,
And travels west to meet the sand
That melts golden, molten,
Through the cracks in my fingers.

Thoughts now flow to the back of my mind...
Where they will crash onto hot rocks,
And sizzle, steam away.
 May 2012 Brandon
Wanderer
Goodbye hung on my lips like frost
Bitten and heavy with numb intent
I've never felt such affection towards the disease of sadness

But it must be done

We have drifted, unable to moor ourselves once more
Wishing it could have been different
Is like having bees with no flowers
Useless
I know I come off cold
My eyes flat and devoid of emotion
This is the way it must be
Your tears flooded my better judgement
A lone sparkle sneaking beneath my eyelids to slide down my tired cheek
This is about as clean as I could make it
You may not know how vulnerable I feel
Raw. Rebirthed.
As I turned to walk away I realized
You must not have seen the stitches on my chest
That are holding together the lonely cavity that once held
My **heart
 May 2012 Brandon
Wanderer
Regardless of where my life is headed
No matter which wild path it is on
There are always voices that claw their way out
Sadness, Misery,Dripping desire, Torment, Gore...
Live inside of me
I have bubbles in my laughter
Sunshine sky ways in my smile
You'd never know from reading
That I could bake your pants off
Fix your camaro regardless it's issue
And clean your whole house all at the same time
******* operator get you off with her voice kind of love
I make no apologies
Excuses don't dwell here
****** poet with a taste for flesh
An open book with banshee hair
The desire for more and more ink endless on my fingertips
 May 2012 Brandon
Jon Tobias
I am sorry for ruining all vaginas for you
I hope you can recover eventually
She said

I hate to burst your **** bubble
But I’ve slid some lies between your thighs
When howling at your moon wasn’t so much praise
As it was longing for a change of ***** scenery

People change?

How I feel right now
is like when one time I was sick
And my parents recorded a show I watched
so I could watch it later
And at the end of the show
there was a number for a contest to go to space camp

I called that number
It was disconnected
I always find out the important stuff
A little late

I cried that day

I just wanted to go to space camp

And I just wanted someone to love me like a black hole
A warm black hole to put all my love into
**** me in and fix me like there’s no turning back
I mean in the darkness of space
They all look the same
All yank at you turbulent and fiery head rush passion

I mean we all love the same

So I am sorry I overshot your Venus
To crash land in Uranus
A semi-purposeful curious passion

You coulda yelled ****
We felt like ****
When we walked away

Parts of me have always been missing
And I tried to fill the gaps with you
Problem is when you might be gay and are fighting it
Your closet is a ******

Not your fault your beard looked funny on my ****
You can’t wear a person like an accessory
I can’t slap her like masculinity till I feel straight again
Some things aren’t right
I’m not right
And you are so messed up now
Because you have this superpower to turn men gay

You can’t turn men gay
You can only remind them of the pain that lies
In lying to themselves when they know
None of this feels right

None of it will

Dear former lover
Former black hole body
Former holder of my confusion
And filler of my empty spots

I ****** up by ******* you

I ****** up
First 2 lines donated by Erica Davids. 4th line donated by Dylan Bradley. Taking a break from an essay about Blake and Shelley to write this. Two more days and I am done with school and can come back to HP more often. Also I am fully away of the vulgarity of this poem and you are welcome to unfan me. Thank you.
 May 2012 Brandon
mads
The water washing over your currupt hands
will never, ever run clean, you're too far gone
you're too far gone, your eyes are black
no one can see you now, the cut isn't as deep as it seems
but, oh my, is it painful, unbearable, ineffable
it's time to swim away from this rip you're stuck in
break away, put the bottle down, spit the pills
and come waste away with me.

Pick our death, we'll go whichever way you want
as long as it's just you and me,
a train, a gun, a needle, water, a disease, old age
waste away, come waste away with me,
I know you're afraid to live, it's in your eyes
and, dear, I understand, but I'm scared too
of everything else, and I'm only here so you and I
are not alone, you can't do this on your own
I don't want you to. Come waste away with me.
 May 2012 Brandon
Wanderer
Sometimes a song will come on
I will catch the scent  of your cologne
Takes me back to a summer where I went wild
Letting my mouth run free in the breeze

I smiled only for you
Young veins brimming with life
Pounding heart racing beside you in the July darkness
Your bright stars dancing around my thoughts

We did not get along the way we thought we would
A tempest instead of a love storm
Broken, forlorn I continued on alone
I still remember that ache
 May 2012 Brandon
Wanderer
Sirens go off in my head
You stand before me once again
My thoughts racing, bright
I'm not the woman you used to know
Tripped and bruised under all these smiles
But you are counting on all of your old tricks
To make this go your way

You have another thing coming.

We both know I could rip you to pieces
While doing my nails
Your supposed charm and talent mesmerize
Those that cannot see through the ******* you have so neatly wrapped yourself in
*******
I am not easy sport, hanging off every word
May have been once
The romantic stars of believing everything you said dancing in my eyes
But I cannot see their flirting, winking lights this night
Instead your happiness soon turned to comfort
Discarded.
Leaving me empty and enraged
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