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 Feb 2015 torrey
Kim Trojel
I'm trying to figure out
How to spell the scare
That roots in my heart
And leaves me bare

I'd spell out your name
But it's not quite it
I'm not scared of you
I could take the hit

I could spell out your lies
Of your "I love you"s
Or spell out the names
Of the drugs you took

I could sing all the songs
About you and I
That leave me crumbling
All alone at night

But what scares me most
What I could never tell
Is how the ring still fits
Oh, so well

So I think, instead
Just to keep my pride
I'll spell out the name
That's written inside

C-A-R-O-L-I-N-E

I'd really love to say
I'd gotten over you
But some nights still
Leave me all blue
Long story short: I was engaged to this girl, but then she left me for this guy who could give her drugs that I couldn't.
 Feb 2015 torrey
NARMONSEA
Glance.
 Feb 2015 torrey
NARMONSEA
A quick glance
Was more than enough
For you to realize
That I've already undressed
You, in my mind,
Pinned you to the wall,
Kissed, stripped,
Wanting you
Going down,
Going in,
Entering you
Filling you whole.

A quick glance
Was more than enough
For me to realize
That your fantasies
Were locked
Within the mind;
Better expressed with actions
Than words,
Crying for more
Whilst arching your body,
To fit my needs
As they are the same as yours.

You would have realized
With a quick glance
That I've already
****** you a million times over,
That I already know
What I'm about to do to you,
What you're about to experience,
That my eyes be the guide
To your pleasure,
Giving you what you desire;
I'm selling myself to you,
At your disposal.

And I would have realized
With a quick glance
That you want the same
As you grip onto me
Inside, tighter, deeper.
That your throbbing,
Lustful soul,
Moist with liquid passion
Accelerates me, and
Tempts me to be faster
Through the sound of your
Heavy breathing in my ear.

Our eyes are the same.
They both tell the same story:

*That we want to **** each other so bad.
Hmm. Thought of the day? Hahaha~
 Feb 2015 torrey
Liz Devine
I feel like I lost myself so long ago
Moving through the motions
constant sound and chaos
makes it hard to separate
the parts of me that are still living
and the deep empty space

I've been alive without my body now,
for seven long years
consistently checking,
saving face
from the gazes and disgraces
of the deaf and dumb ones
who hold space on the street

I try
and I'm trying
to get back in
to feel the good flow throughout me
to disconnect from the pain
of original sin
But I get tired and lose focus
wavering back and forth
pretending to be joyful
even with an uneasy grin

Maybe I'll get there
when the noise settles and the sun moves in
I just need a still and simple moment
so that I can finally breathe
and feel like myself again
 Feb 2015 torrey
Benjamin Ledford
Love is pink, red, bright, beautiful.
It looks like her. It looks like the angel you daydream about in class.  
It looks like your arm around theirs.
It looks like your arm around her.  
Like her eyes.

It sounds like your lovers heart beating as you lye on their chest.
It sounds like the stupid jokes she makes at 2 A.M. when you've been talking all night.
Like her laugh.

It tastes like your lovers lips that you miss so dearly.
It tastes like that Pizza you ate while watching chick flicks,
just because she wanted to watch them
and you weren't about to say no to the one you love.
A-lot like her lips, yes.

It smells like her long, glossy hair.
  It smells like the expensive perfume she wore on your first date with her.
It smells oddly like flowers in an open meadow.
Very much like her hair, and like that nice shampoo she uses.

Not only all this, but it feels like the most beautiful thing to ever happen to you.
So much like an ocean on high tide: fast and so intensely captivating that you may never want to leave its sight.
It feels like passion in its purest form.
It's the very fuel for my passion for her.
The very fire that will light your heart and keep you going.  
Your birthright. The ultimate pursuit of happiness.
It's inescapable. It's innumerable how much I love her.
She's immaculate. She's inescapable. But I'm not sure I want to escape. Love feels perfect, love is perfect, love is breathtaking, stunning,
and so sublime.
Like her.
*Like her love.
Originally for a school assignment, but I got carried away and posted it here too.
 Feb 2015 torrey
Oh No One
Thoughts
 Feb 2015 torrey
Oh No One
Once we were lovers
But some how things have changed
Now we're just lonely people trying to forget eachother's names  
What came between us?
Maybe we were just too young to know  
But now and then I feel the same
And sometimes at night I think I hear you calling my name  
These dreams
They keep me going these days  
Once we were lovers
But that was long ago
We said I love you then
And now we only say hello
What came between us?
Maybe we were just too young to know
But now and then I feel the same
Photographs and memories
All that I have are these to remember you
Memories that come at night
That take me to a better time
Back when I could call you mine
But we sure had a good time when we started way back then
Bedroom talks and morning walks are how I loved you then
Summer skies and lullabies
Nights we couldn't say goodbye
And out of all of the things that we knew
Not a dream survived
 Feb 2015 torrey
blythe
Leaves aging gray covered with dust,
Iron losing its will to cope up with rust,
Flowers withered losing their lust,
And the hope pulverized by the broken trust.

Days swiftly passing by like a river flowing
To those memories from the days of yore they are holding,
With mournful souls they are living
Each passing day feels like dying.

Not much do they have, still surviving the wave,
Crawling their paths, on which the traces will engrave,
Swallowing the curse and exhibiting the traits of a brave,
Succumbed to temptation, still prolonging their grave.

Holding on to what is still left of them after being broken
With bruises all over - purple and swollen,
Hearing those painful words that remained unspoken
Their hearts lost, stolen.

As love never fades, but grows each season,
People do change, for love is the reason,
It reigns in any region,
*A salvation emerging, shining like a beacon.
Our second collab! I enjoy writing with him. :) It seems like we belong to each others poetry ;)

©bluestarfall
©blythe
 Feb 2015 torrey
NARMONSEA
Limping through the streets at night,
A toy soldier, with all his might,
Living life whilst on one leg,
Crying tears, he starts to beg.

In this rain he can be seen
From door to door, for he seeks
Something but he doesn't know
For what purpose did he live for.

The rain pours down, the raindrops thicker,
In anguish with his hand on the trigger
Shooting the sky, his face turns grim
He curses the being that created him.

This toy had forgotten the meaning of love,
Useless, thrown away and shoved
Like trash, to the side of the street,
The gears rust and the joints creak.

His master gave up on his use,
No more fun, now all this abuse
Led to his life being thrown away,
No love ever came and no love will stay.

Drenched up to his red petticoat,
This drowning flood will make him float
Away from the wonders of life,
He tries to speak but ends in strife.

No sound can come out,
No sound will come out,
No sound can ever be heard.

For you're just a toy!
A place to belong?
Hah! That's completely absurd.


Winding himself up one last time,
He knocks on Door No. 9:
A mansion, pillars, and marble grand,
The gates open and there she stands:

A slender figure, his saving grace,
A caring master with a beautiful face
Who could prevent his lonely death
If not for his dying breath.

"You are broken, but I won't mourn,
I'll heal you until you are reborn.
I'll make sure you feel love again,
You'll never be hurt again my friend."


With her words and angelic gesture
No words weaved could ever measure
The serenity of her caring voice,
The scale at which it brings rejoice.

*No sound can come out,
No sound will come out,
No sound can ever be heard.

But trust me when I say
There's someone out there
Who can listen to your soul,

The deepest, darkest parts
Of your every being,
With the intention of
Healing you, saving you,

Making sure your every being is loved,
You will find what you are looking for,
in Her.
Don't give up.
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