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 Oct 2014 Anastasia Webb
Blink
Yesterday I was thinking about you
& it terrified me that I could no longer
Remember what you looked like,
Or who you even were
Before cancer started to erode
All of your loveliness
I knew you didn’t want me to
Remember how you looked without hair
Or how your body became so weak
So I searched the depths of my mind
To find old memories of you
I can remember you coming to
My birthday parties and music recitals
But honestly I couldn’t remember
What you looked like then
And as my heart was breaking
That I had lost all of you
A flicker of a moment flashed in my mind
There you were sitting
At your dining room table
With your auburn curls and
Right before you took a sip
Of your diet Pepsi
You smiled
Then, along with the fleeting moment
You were gone
I wanted to cry
I had remembered you,
The real you
 Oct 2014 Anastasia Webb
Colette
i
you could be like the vast ocean,
unreachable and would stretch from east to west,
yet every time I find myself on the edge of the plank,
I se beauty within the marvels of mysteries of you.

ii.
maybe like the waves,
we could only hope to meet continuously,
but when touch is not all,
i could only miss the bubble you form.

iii.
maybe i could miss you,
like little mermaid wishes to meet the land,
and that the land and sea could never meet.

iv.
and if this love isn’t all,
i would forever be missing you,
and loving you,
till the deepest part of the ocean.
it has been a while.
 Oct 2014 Anastasia Webb
Mr Xelle
Waking up to a familar taste,
5 inches is growing from 5 cetimeters away.
My eyes beholding the wickedness my hands say.
Silently swiftly I put my hands in ur Gaze.
Hungry for selfishness tonight I watch our friendship almost hang.
Yet I still watch you hang from 5 cetimeters away.
Blushing while you was awake I saw your cheeks red when I trusted you with eye view of my private things.
I feel like the worst if you wake up and tell me you felt everything.
Then again why didn't you stop me cause your eyes couldn't stop from turning away ...
It's amazing but  not amazed but I'm a maze, trapped in my own private things .
 Oct 2014 Anastasia Webb
ln
Did you grow up thinking a streak of black ink across your eyelids
would make you feel better about yourself
Did you grow up thinking fake lashes
would make someone fall in love with you a little more
Did you grow up thinking eye-enlarging contact lenses
would make someone look at you any differently
Did you grow up thinking a bottle of liquified foundation
would make you hide away all the things you hate about yourself
Did you grow up thinking a tube of cheap gloss
would make your self esteem increase by leaps and bounds
Did you grow up thinking that learning how to apply mascara
would make you the pretty woman you deserve to feel like
Did you grow up thinking a size zero on that dress
would make you feel like you have it all?


Or did you grow up asking yourself
*When will I start accepting me, for me?
You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hand,
Now you will come out of a confusion of people,
Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal things
Was angry when they spoke your name
IN ordinary places.
I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind,
And that the world should dry as a dead leaf,
Or as a dandelion see-pod and be swept away,
So that I might find you again,
Alone.
it's night now
and events have stopped.

Stillness evades the froth of evening
calm leather moves none under the fabric.

This home -- older than our world -- flushed
with wisdom -- flushed with glee -- flushed
with the violent storm of transience and
correction -- eyesight jiggled and adjusted
for new intentions -- meaning frisked for
rocks on a Boeing --

it's night now
and events have stopped.

you have stopped.

I have stopped.
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