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 Jan 2014 Abaigeal Skye
Evynne
There's something sensual about getting lost in oblivion
The way my legs wrap around his torso
Like a knot around an anchor
Without weight impeding our movement

There's something powerful about uttering each other's names
The way a sun burns between
Each of our lungs
Without gravity impeding our resonance

There's something addictive about inhaling the scent of his skin
The way a burst of passion explodes inside of me
Like a volcano erupting for the first time in centuries
Without pressure impeding our connection

There's something so unutterably
Remarkable about him,
That I can never seem
To find the right word for it.

There's something.
And it's the most beautiful something
That has ever found me.
you never really know
the love of a grandmother
until her life is at risk

you see her hair fall out
and her wearing bandanas
frequent doctors visits
and no energy

grandma I'm sorry this happened
to you, of all people
I hope you know
I wish it was me instead
my grandma is getting surgery this week to get breast cancer removed from both *******. I wish it was me instead
What I say:
I love your new haircut
Did you get your eyebrows done?
Are those new shoes?
It's been so long wow!
You look so good in that shirt!
What are you doing this weekend?
What'd you get on that Algebra test?

What I want to say:
Are you insecure?
What do you think about the sky and all it's colors?
What do you think about late at night before you drift in to perfect sleep?
What makes your heart sing and tingle?

Small talk is for the simple minded
The depth of a conversation can change the world
Expand your horizons
Don't stop at the water, keep swimming
Dive into your heart
Feel my presence
Work to understand the humans
And don't just stop,
Keep looking
Inspired by something my best friend wrote
I wonder what it's like
to lie next to you in bed
our breathing synced together
and you caressing my back
with your delicate fingers
I wonder if then
I will feel safe
 Jan 2014 Abaigeal Skye
Evynne
You're all human
Stop pretending
How many ounces of blood do you hold captive?
How many of you turn away at the sight of it?

I am not ashamed
Of any part of me
I am who I am
Human
I have been broken, yes
But I have been whole, too
And because of that, I am stronger

I am not afraid to talk about
What I feel inside
Be it love
Be it pain
It is all so beautiful
Human existence is *so much more
 Jan 2014 Abaigeal Skye
Evynne
Standing there
Staring down at myself
I wonder
Would one consider
Me a
Victim
or a
Valiant?

I am flesh
I am bones
I am mania
I am melancholy
I am madness

My clouded reflection eyes me
Like it is analyzing
My every twitch
Trying to decide if
I am a victim of this
Or maybe if it is a victim
That I have saved
It can see that I am dependent
(I depend on the pills
To make a difference)

I stare into blank eyes
A sober face
I touch my rippling reflection
Like I could actually feel it
For what it is
In its true essence
All it does is
Disappear

I look at myself
And wonder
Who took it
And took it from me
In silence
Until I had given it
All away
And silence
Was all I had left?

The surface calms
I can see my face again
My eyes look glossy
Like I am
Somewhere else
(I am)
In the dark mirror
A woman is trying to
Make waves with her legs
No, she is just
Passing by
Am I a victim
To this travesty
I am unintentionally
A part of?
Or am I a hero
Because I have managed
To conquer it
Before it could
Fill me up
And sink me down
Until I
*Disappeared forever?
The fire is lit
The rain irrelevant.
People surrounding trying to bring upon the burs,
But the fire unalterable.
Toasting the air with every deep inhale.
You assure me with your warmth
We see the spark of every enduring flame
The cold chill of winter ceased to exist
Nothing can rid the fiery heat
of this beautiful fireplace of each other.
The pain is exhilarating.
It feels as though my body has sunken into a dull state.
With one word my skin can crumble.
I am distant from the reality of myself.
I can go to a bad place.
A place where I'm comfortable
Simply because there's nothing to be comfortable about.
I can go away.
It may be called bad,
But it feels so empty
It's full.
You hand me flowers
I giggle in glee

You say you love me
I trust in you

You show me the world
I gasp in awe

You care for me through the worst
I feel nothing but comfort

The flowers died
The ones you gave me.

You left me cold
You're love was not true.

You took my all
Then you cut me with your saw.

The worst was yet to come
I've never been so hurt.

You told me you loved me more
I showed you the meaning of more.
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