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 Oct 2013 aerielle
Showman
First there is the prep.
The roommate.
Wearing salmon colored pants.  
He has Shaggy from ****** Doo
On his left thigh.
The alcoholic.
She has a drinking problem.
She is in denial of her drinking problem.
She hangs out with the loners.
The loners.
Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places.
The blond looks like Tom Petty.
The one with dark hair, glasses and braces
They live next door.
Living together but segregated. 
Wild cards.
All of us.

©Gambit '13
 Oct 2013 aerielle
Alexandra M
Lead me deeper into the darkness
Please I don't want to be saved

It feels safer in here
Further from the reality
That has held me enslaved

The sadness becomes addictive
And now it's
All that I want
All that I know
and
All that I have craved
 Oct 2013 aerielle
Becca
ask
 Oct 2013 aerielle
Becca
ask
They asked me how it was like to fall in love
I told them it was beautiful
Like autumn leaves on the pavement
They asked me how it was like when you kissed me
I told them it was warm
just like summertime
They asked me how it felt when you left me
And I told them it was just like winter
Cold and lonely talks while laying on an empty bed
And now they keep asking how I am
And I keep saying  that I'm fine
I keep asking to myself
what went wrong
But I don't know
And nobody does
And everything spins
And you're not around me
And the lost words in my head don't fit together anymore
And the broken cracks of my heart are still laying on the floor
And there's no rhyme or sound
Coming out of my mouth
Since you walked out the door
If you wake up this morning
Not knowing who is laid down beside you
Or where you are
Don't look for me
I am not coming back
But if you wake up alone
And find out that you miss me
I won't mind opening the front door for you to enter
And even if you don't wake up this morning
With the thought of me on the back of your mind
I won't surrender
I won't mind
Our fingers searched

Like foxes rummaging through

Bags of trash

A cigarette packet

An empty Jack

bottle

I think we kissed in the dark

Before tonight
You are a liar
not a poet, he said,
and your feelings
are as meaningful
as an invitation
made in September,
that new year bliss
that covers you in
new notebooks,
fresh pencils and
friends. If you could
only love a person
as much

if you could only
love me
 Oct 2013 aerielle
eccentricities
I stand there, avoiding the instance of your coming
letting the noise drown my thoughts
allowing the wind to remind me to move on
restricting any word to escape my mouth

But my senses always got the best of me

I feel you
My skin could not contain it's longing to be held again
I hear you
My ears immediately focus on your husky voice
I smell you
My nose has never been so familiarized to a scent
I see you
My eyes lose control but manage to cancel everyone else in the room
I almost talk to you
My mouth chokes and reminds itself that I am its master
I let this mutiny pass with the exception of my words
Restraint is our motto
But I guess I couldn't avoid the unplanned rendezvous of our eyes

You're coming closer
Your eyes filled with determination
filled with comfort
filled with happiness
While mine remain the total opposite
You comfortably say, "How are you?"

How dare you

You managed to make my mind lose it's control once again
You have manipulated it to reminisce a tormenting past
Something I thought I have trained it not to do
Ruining my scripted response of "I'm fine"
Messing up the story line in a matter of three words
My eyes are telling a story
I hope it's language is foreign to you

My eyes
I recall you saying it was my best asset  
And often I would close it, an action I'm restraining at the moment
You know I closed it when you touched me
Setting my skin ablaze with the feeling of security
I closed it when you carelessly said "I love you"
Making my gullible heart get too attached
I closed it when you cuddled me
Wanting to get lost in the moment
I closed it when you kissed me
Hoping the feeling will last forever
I closed it when you stopped all these
Wondering what I was doing wrong
I closed it when you were texting someone else
Dying to know who, but afraid to ask
I closed it when you lied to me
Wishing you would take it back
I closed it when you left me
A moment tattooed in my vision
Open or closed, I see it
And others see it too

Your question remains unanswered by words
I will not close my eyes
Not this time
I'm just staring
Directly at your beautiful pair
Half-hoping you see it too
My eyes that scream "Save me"
Louder than what my lungs can reach
For this is the most effective way to respond

Everything made sense
And my senses were playing along
But you walked away naively
And what hurt me the most was the fact that
You
read
my
*eyes
(I guess Superheroes only save the pretty ones huh?)
This is my first poem here. Please give me some constructive criticism if you can, I would really appreciate it! - a.b.
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