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  Jan 2015 a
Lottie
If the whole worlds a stage, shouldn't you have to pay to watch my show?
As the tempest whirls around us, don't we all wish for a prince to rock up and save us?
Or is Caliban searching and hoping we'll succumb
To the horrors that fall like stars.
In a midsummer nights dream, the boys are all beauties,
All blue eyes and magic and promise.
While he plays an ***, is he mirroring us?
As we double, double, toil and trouble,
The fire burning and bubbling in the inferno we call a heart.
We call out in the dark for our Romeos
Wanting to leave our names behind us
So watch as I unfurl
Like a lily on a pond
Eight petals,
Eight walls,
My globe,
My stage.
For mammy
  Jan 2015 a
Parsavagely Kompenere
I'm better now,
I am,
I've shut off that part of my mind,
No,
Cut off
There are no connections left,
I was not born until,
After.

I'm better now,
I am,
I don't need this mask,
I don't need to hide,
Because all I had to hide is gone,
And my eyes want to see,
Without the blur at the edges,
Of my life.

I'm better now,
I am,
Just don't ask me
Because then I'll snap,
And I won't hesitate,
I will stop your questions,
By any means,
Or any blade.

I am better now,
I am,
Please believe me,
No one else will,
They keep making things worse,
Picking at the wounds I thought were gone,
Forcing me to bleed,
When I thought I was empty.

I was better,
I thought,
Am I still?
I'm not sure,
I really don't know,
But I know one thing:
I am better,
When I'm with friends.
  Jan 2015 a
chimaera
feverish, are we?,
don't panic, sweetie,
it's just a warmy bath,
here we go,
salty, right?,
and spicy,
yummy
17.1.2015
  Jan 2015 a
Dark n Beautiful
A river is a body of water
With lot of stories to tell
Sadness and happiness
Oh, how I remembered them so well
There I was thinking of him,
his love making; his favorite words,
My untimely smiles
“A kiss is not a kiss, he said”.
your ear lobe kiss, your soft hands
that traces the outer ridge of my body”.
His soft moaning indicates that I was right on target

There I was on daredevil's cliff thinking of him,
A river is a body of water with lots of stories to tell
I remembered them so well:  
Sadness and happiness
Like unforgettable ****** buried treasures

The winds whispered in my ear,
You have come a long way,
I must indeed say:
Memories and wisdom
pain and gain:
Bittersweet Nostalgia
a Jan 2015
slick, sturdy, undeniably burgundy
whippy, supple, but no need for more than
a couple

a needle, sharper than the sharpness of the ice cream snow, shrouding my metallic skin like but an extension of my ice fingers, so perfect, so wonderfully clear and clean

*the bow is my mind and the strings my queen
if i go
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