Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Alexis Walkes Jun 2016
Watching as her soul fades away with the wind,
Listening as her heart beats sorrowfully,
Her lungs betrayed by the blow pierced by her lover.
Her mind flooded with questions only he could answer.
Gasping for any air to fill her deflating body,
Solid tears escape her eyes,
A victim of passion,
A fan of ever afters,
But right there and then love lost a member.
A.W
Its just really about how people suffer when they lose love or been hurt by it.
I stroked your hair with cigarette stench fingers
and drowned your lips with whiskey coated kisses....
  Jun 2016 Alexis Walkes
Erin Halle
Where do I exist?

In the lab?
In my bed?
My body?

But, where am *I
?
Where do I exist?

How much of my body
could be cut away, separated, from me?

Would there be countless pieces of
flesh and organs,
scattered around one piece:
me?

Is that where I exist?
Is there a specific puzzle piece that,
if removed,
renders the puzzle nonexistent?

Or, rather, if any piece is removed,
altered, or shifted,
does my existence
end?

*Where do I exist?
  Jun 2016 Alexis Walkes
Kerri
Her lips.
A poet's *******.
I crave them
In the most
Euphoric way.
I tremble from
The pink electricity
That passes
Between
Them and my own.
A high that dizzies
My head follows,
As I crash into
Her tongue.
An art so addictive
That I must immediately
Write it down.
Romance fills my pen
As the ink remembers
Every stain
That her lips
Left on mine.
I don't do *******, nor have I ever, but I can imagine the intense cravings and high it brings as I imagine her lips.
Next page