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 Sep 2017 XIII
Kelly Hogan
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 Sep 2017 XIII
Kelly Hogan
I look to the sky and cry:
"I'm living a lie!"
 Sep 2017 XIII
Cole Cummings
If I could buy a rope,
To pull the heavens you search for
Into the palms of your outstretched hands,
I would max out all my credit cards
And go broke

We look to the sky in hope,
yet down into our hands while we pray
And until this moment
I never stopped to ask why

Maybe it's because heaven is hard work.
Faith is a job with overtime without pay
Religion doesn't have hour lunch breaks
Or water cooler discussion

My resounding resilience to religious rhetoric
Has been shaken by the stirs of sleepless nights and
The calming feel of drowning in my own sorrow in public

Perhaps we look down because we are ashamed
I’ve heard that's catholic guilt.
Or maybe it’s because
Looking up to that savior stings
Because we know we will never be so mighty, so incandescent.

I think heaven isn't just a place.
It isn't just those two golden gates that greet you next to
Gabriel and Michael, and the saints of the church

Heaven is in your pocket.
Heaven is the sand in a rotating hourglass
Heaven is the smile you never get tired of seeing

It's the last breath you take before falling asleep
And the sigh of relief as you finish a day's work
Heaven is the place on earth that you can't wait to be

Maybe one day, i'll find the heaven in me.
 Sep 2017 XIII
Catherine Graham
There was a cake
But no one ate it
Then there was no cake
And still no one had eaten it
But everyone remembered it
It didn't look that nice
It looked like it needed more chocolate
It looked like it needed less sugar
It tasted like...
Who said that?
No one answered
They looked at each other
with dark chocolately glances
No one ate the cake
It just vanished.
But not without comment.
 Sep 2017 XIII
Poetic Artiste
Simple words escape ever so parted lips
Voices of the sweetest seduction
My undeniable weakness
“I want you”
Whispers of the finest intentions

The warmth of your breath brushes across my ear
Fingertips glide down the shapeliest of curves
Caressing jewels
Excitement builds
Moans escape...
Drenched in the sweetest place

Passion
Inhale, Exhale
The deadliest of pleasures
My needs, your wants
All accounting for desperate measures

Start, Stop
Location is no matter
Subtract clothes
Divide legs
I speak in tongues your body loves to hear
Tracing lines in ways you cannot manage to bear

I am the worst of teasers.
 Sep 2017 XIII
lndd
Growing up
 Sep 2017 XIII
lndd
I guess this is growing up
Sadness and throwing up

This is the part where it hurts
When it feels like it only get worse

When it's understandable and okay
To stay in my pajamas all day

How cruel and how mean
That all of this is not just a dream
 Sep 2017 XIII
Ysa Pa
Regrets? None.
 Sep 2017 XIII
Ysa Pa
I used to regret what I didn't do
But now I'm glad that I didn't stop you
It is so satisfying to hear you say
That you're sorry and wish you stayed
It is in my proud honor and privilege to reply
That you wasted your chance as you bid goodbye
I remember you saying I was the one who lacked
Now here you are desperately crawling back
*insert cute evil laugh here*
 Sep 2017 XIII
Kareena
Glide your fingers down the railing
As you make your grand ingression
Meeting the faces you are destined to meet
As they fasten their first impressions

You are one to worry what they think
And wonder how or why
But, know that they have trained themselves
To create facades and alibis

They would be just as scared as you
If they were the ones walking down that stair
So hold your head up high, my dear
As if you did not care
Just a note to myself that everyone feels like this
 Sep 2017 XIII
Lisa Pike
Monsters.
 Sep 2017 XIII
Lisa Pike
What a difference a day makes.
It's a **** take
Up and down fast slow
Confusion and conflict
I fight not till the death

There's a hole,deep and dark
Monsters a plenty
My head is never empty

Spinning top whirring.
Where am I?
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