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 Jan 2014 Persephone
Brianna
You liked your *** straight from the bottle
I on the other hand did not.
You drank it chilled with lots of ice to numb your throat you said...
I knew that was a lie.
You just liked to get drunk as fast as possible it made you forget the world faster.
Fast was the only word you really knew.
I liked my wine straight from the bottle
I liked it cheap and gross.
I was never one for class having grew up in Reno.
You were my favorite part of this town.
It's been a couple months and I'm replacing you with cheap liquor and drunken memories.
If rather be drunk then remember your lips against mine or the smell of your hair after a shower as you laid on top of me caressing my face.
Love makes people blind.
I was so blinded by the "good" things I never noticed the pain I truly felt.
You made me feel so sad.
You constantly naked me feel guilty.
You tore me down day by day.
And I still loved you unconditionally.
I never understood girls who stayed with men who beat them but I guess emotional torment is just as bad if not worse.
But don't worry about me! I'm killing you with cheap wine and fancy ***.
melancholy blanketed the whites
scarred voices muffled by
a ****** mind.
an avalanche stuck in my soul
severer than a bee at a forked road
   how confused!

red-cheeked petals and afternoon birds glare
    in confusions at the footsteps :
unbalance, shaded, muted!
the green umbrella's warm, so scorchingly cold!
all embittered, by solemn beams of the soulless sun.
     their eyes widen,
     for they had never seen such lone,
for such lone, rare, is forbid to the sons of nature,
never belong to happy child's arms,
that dreams in a mother's charm.

grieving droughts in the air and grass,
no dews, why!,
   yawned the madden, soporific rabbit
Ah, so wild.

the windless noontime cross, my quivers stopped, mild.
lashes waxed, blacken like a coal,
  mind stuck in a haze, or maybe a threatening maze.

stiffness of the air injected to my nostrils
into my white tongue they will soak, like perfumes to a clothe.
Selene will gaze angrily at this and say,
      why no, it shouldn't be in there!
the midnight orchids waver and frown.

soon the frothing dreams peter,
but the bolded letters in a white board stay,
my chair stays.

creaks of an abominable burden became a din.
The smudges of grey-white dust I smelt
hover gaily in the air of pompous breath.
    spellbound by the stagnant languor,
mazy, in hallucinations of the heat and homesick.
    I sought the fount of hypocrisy and vile,
my hiding nonchalances rosen
(towards a flock of friends)
and loathes to an abominable sun frozen
(I wished it to die!)

Tilted to the windows,
I saw nothing, but fatal secrets of a heart rosed
like window dust to a nose.
writing about my daydreams, the first day of school.
in the bleakest twilight, stars, a rural sea
hues possessing confusions, mayhem;
like susurrous in the rivers the fugitives seek.

devouring words betwixt papers of prayers
the quiet evensong plays, the salted saliva swallowed
into Rome gardens of sea green and stars
a morose spirit bellow.

into the midst of the labyrinthine coral sea
they'll sail through the soughing seawind
conflating into ocean salts, erupt in mesmeric pulse
soon the April gales will shrink to a bated breath,
credence will turn into a sempiternal menace.

fiery suspires blown to my knees,
auburn tress covered a crescent beam
serenade a zero, I tilt to the drones in the haze
a scintilla of lukewarm left to trace;

to the sea her body lured,
losing panaceas and remedies.
into maelstroms she goes,
inhaling salt water, a spirit wet with ruth;
her grey bones into ash,
into watery cemeteries she goes.
 Jan 2014 Persephone
Violet
sting
 Jan 2014 Persephone
Violet
your words
of hatred
sting like salt
upon my broken heart
 Jan 2014 Persephone
Mahima Gupta
You'd find me
By the riverside
Moving along with the moon
Staring at those
Celestial bodies
Which seem to
Deport me to
An unknown place
Where I belong
Where I should be
The Orion looking down upon me
While I travel
Back in time
And confabulate
With pagan
Question the existence of
Humans
And denounce the
World as a farce
Create a different place
With only those
Animals sacred to Apollo
Those swans and ravens
And Cicadas
And remain.
I hear some music
muffled away
in the dark
evening sky.

And I get the feeling
that I want to
love more
than hate.
For all the people who have known me, know what a ****** up spiteful year 2013 was.

Reading this, I feel positive myself.

My resolution for 2014: Run with both legs tied together. Eyes shut. And arms open.
 Jan 2014 Persephone
Jay
I crossed my fingers
and my heart fluttered
because I made a wish
that you could come back.
And oh, how I longed to make that
tiny part of your heart
that belonged to me
whole again.
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