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Yesterday I closed my window 17 times,
Plus one because it had to be an even number,
I locked my door 12 times making the re-run,
I checked to see if the tap was dripping,
If it was dripping,
If it was dripping,
If it was dripping,
My lungs started to fill with the water it was excreting,
My mind looked like a children's drawing.

My mouth is a snow globe,
My music is unheard of,
But everyone still presents to listen,
It keeps memories,
And perfect white specks,
I want to listen so the music all the time,
So I do so,
After every meal.

My shower is cold again,
but the glass still fogs up,
How are we humane,
Scrunched up like a paper cup,
Sinking down,
Down the marble wall,
where my humanity shrinks,
Where the pulse of the water,
Is stronger than my own,
Tears mixed with ichor,
A fish drowning in cold water.

When I look below my feet,
My heart began to sink,
Consumed by numbers,
Not only on the back of boxes,
Is every fold of skin,
Is it really a bad thing,
When it goes down by two's,
When it gets to zero,
Its that when my lips turn blue,
Shaped like an arrow,
Where I feel a coldness in every bone,
Is when I can be congratulated,
For the energy that drained my soul.

Who's staring at me?
Falling back into a hole,
Back to consternation,
I hear footsteps as they follow,
A ticker in my chest,
Simple as a trepidation,
Each time I turn,
I still face another wall,
And yet again I'm alone,
This is when I let go,
Of whats mine,
Of what could have been,
To now only rely on my peripheral vision.

Are you okay?
They say.
A million ways to say no
Are carved in,
In my bare ******* skin.
But it's just easier to say yes.
Till a day,
When the only thing I can physically say is,
No.
 Jun 2018 Lorenzo Neltje
Traveler
Clowns
Faceless whites
Big wide smiles
Lips pulled tight
Red round noses
Beady bigot eyes
World view
That never die

Clowns
In circus tents
Big White Houses
Police agents
Big pink elephants
Fill the ring
Clowns
Are running everything!
Traveler Tim
A Ferris Wheel
Compares to our life.......
At one moment your flying high
All the way to the top
The next moment your laying low
Hovering at the bottom
Sometimes your even stuck in the middle
Swaying in the wind....
A Ferris Wheel changes everything....
    For good
           For bad
                And everything in the middle...
 Jun 2018 Lorenzo Neltje
Emma K
if i cried myself a river
i would build a boat
and sail away
I have always said
"If a man hits me, I'll leave."
Yet I am still here
Written 5/2/18
Didn't I make you happy?
Wasn't I there for you?
Am I not right here waiting,
After the pain you put me through?

I tried hard to be like you,
I wanted so badly to make you proud,
It looks like it was all in vain,
My knees are weak, head is bowed.

Who am I going to confide in now?
Who will be there to clutch my hand?
I have never taken you for granted,
Do you get why I can't understand?

Why do bad things happen
To people who deserve good things most?
I gave you the world hidden within me,
You left me with your empty ghost.

I am sure you're doing fine by yourself
While I'm hollow, yearning for your kiss,
I may not be the perfect girl,
I know I deserve more than this.
Written 1/4/13
her arms move
flowing with the wind
soft and gentle movements

her breath leaves her lips
slipping through their soft flesh
her hips swing slowly,
lithe and balletic

her hands run across her abdomen
feather-light and floating

her eyes shine
fire aflame
ready to burn
to attack
to ****

her dress falls across her skin,
like burning embers dying
a small spark still alive

a phoenix, reborn
thriving and naive
beauty incomparable

she steps towards me
the smile of a feline on her lips
she reaches for me
warm and chilling at once
I shiver,
my cold skin
burning,
fingerprints carved into my skin
a memory of the forever running girl
gay,
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