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 May 2013 Angelique
Ceryn
She'd flip her hair on your sun-burnt face
and giggle when you get ******
or maybe laugh at your flimsy jokes
but still, she'll kiss your pursed lips.

She might hang your wet socks by the pane
and let the world see its holes
or turn your tumblers into colorful vases
but surely she'll put an "I love you" note.

She could paint your wheels with pink and purple
and put sand in your costly sneaks
or surely annoy you with her singing voice
but she'll sing like you are the lyrics.

She would bring you overly toasted buns
the ones she did for about three hours
and open the windows to let the rays in
as she jumps on your bed to touch your skin.

She'll be putting pebbles on your doorstep
but surely you will just know
'cause her scent leaves on her trail
like a flower in summer glow.

She might just grow tired doing stuff
trying to put a big smile on your face
but just like a child, you'll see her there
an angel calmly sleeping in your place.
We have created a time
where our air smiles
like a precious gem
found within a storm.  
Each spoken sentence
we find to be filled
with purpose,.....
sound and warm.

Regret does not glisten
nor is it placed in this time
dressed up as hurt
impossible to understand.  
This is a place
where one can find
the staircase of stillness,
silence at hand.

Showers of love
fall as stars in this time
along the places where we sail
on a subtle breeze.  
We can see their reflections
turned inside out......
like a smile
Copyright © 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
I wish to have no feelings
And I want to make this clear
My heart is beaten, battered, torn
From one I once called "dear"

I wish to have no feelings
No empathy, no resolve
I do not want to feel
This silly thing called love
 May 2013 Angelique
Ceryn
Your Words
 May 2013 Angelique
Ceryn
Your words just spelled
How it's like in my head
Your words redefined
My ever lonely kind
Your words liberated
A mind so overrated
Your words are passionate
These tears, you create
Your words felt so true
And I know it's always you
But your words killed my heart
With a gentle touch of art.
 May 2013 Angelique
Kate
secret 10w
 May 2013 Angelique
Kate
secret notes
resting all my plans on this secret hope
 May 2013 Angelique
Julia
Did you ever stop
to wonder where everyone
was going?
whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
 May 2013 Angelique
Julia
Skeletons
 May 2013 Angelique
Julia
The wind
                                                       at my door
                                                                                                              RATTLES me

shakes me
                                                       free of my
                                                                                                               pointed finger

Blameless, I
                                                       turn inwards,
                                                                                                               concave,

I search
                                                       for the love
                                                                                                                in me

& return
                                                       with a bunch
                                                                                                                of old bones,

skeletons of
                                                        myself that
                                                                                                                 I have wasted

away on
                                                         pleasing other
                                                                                                                   people's needs

so that
                                                         they could use me
                                                                                                                   as a net

when they
                                                         fall, & tell me
                                                                                                                   that I pushed

them, that
                                                         it's all my
                                                                                                                   fault.
 May 2013 Angelique
Ashlea
...
 May 2013 Angelique
Ashlea
...
I would write about my feelings toward you,
but I can't write.
And I would draw about my feelings toward you,
but I can't draw.
So, I guess, I'll just stay quiet,
and admire you from afar.
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