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RA May 2014
What a cruel trick
of my own nature
that you would have to build
me up spectacularly
and then come back and tear
me down crushingly
and make me question if
you ever loved me
until I could for the first time feel
I can speak to you honestly.
May 15, 2014
11:47 PM
RA May 2014
Jagged little pill
smooth little pill
soft little pill-
           fill my head with cotton
                 but make everything clearer.

Square little pill
round little pill
oval little pill-
           paint the world in shades of binary
                 a collection of dualities
                       a simplification of choices.

White little pill
brown little pill
orange little pill-
           fuel the fire inside my belly
                 but exhaust me
                       take away my hunger for life
                             outside of the lines you have drawn.

Nexium
Jarro-Dophilus
Aderall-
           of all the little pills every morning
                 the ones the doctors prescribe and question
                       the ones I am never sure if I can feel
                             the ones whose effects are dubious and enigmatic
                                   you are the most quantifiable, and the only one
                                         with whom my relationship is Daedalean.
I'm not sure anymore.
May 15, 2014
6:30 PM
RA May 2014
Kerosene eyes
everywhere you
look, sparkling-
deceptive, I think
I would like to dive
until I sip
and burn my tongue on you.

Stong shoulders
everything you
support, worlds-
dependable, I think
I would like to rest
until I lean
and you dissapate like summer mist.

Feverish fingers
everyone you
brush, warming-
blooming, I think
I would like to thaw
until I touch
and suddenly find myself blazing.
May 14, 2014
10:20 AM
     edited May 19, 2014

Inspired by Where Do My Bluebird Fly by The Tallest Man On Earth.
RA May 2014
Shrinking from you-
Clinging, drowsy
The wall's cold
Plaster embrace.
May 13, 2014
3:27 PM
RA May 2014
The screams coming from
downstairs are shredding my ears
and stealing my sleep.
Unintentional haiku.
May 7, 2014
1:30 AM
RA May 2014
I squeezed
myself smaller-
around you I
am not legitimate.
May 12, 2014
11:08 PM
RA May 2014
Sorry
is so inadequate
how
do I acknowledge
your pain
May 12, 2014
9:16 PM
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