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Turn the music up till my ears ring,
till I cant hear myself sing,
scream,
at the top of my lungs,
can't deal anymore I'm done.

One,
more time,
you say give it one more try,
well sorry not tonight,
cause I'm already gone,
been at this **** for way too long.

So baby rev up the engine,
step on the gas,
turn the radio up
till it shakes the ******* glass.

In the rearview,
flashing blue lights,
knock me off this high,
******* killed my vibe.

Won't come back down,
no I won't slow down,
tires squealing peal out,
heart pounding so loud.

Adrenaline,
again again,
can't get enough,
I lied I really give a ****.

Come back to me,
dear sweet ecstasy,
I crave you like a drug,
coursing through me in my blood.

Let's throw our hands up,
in playful surrender,
give in to the 5-0,
give up everything we know.

Let them think we've changed our minds,
then jump in the car and leave it all behind,
you're all I need and I'm all you've got,
so what do you say; give it one more shot?
Welcome to our home
Where actions don’t speak louder than words
Where silence is a relief
And you’d rather eat alone.

Our “Hellos”
Turn into “Hell no’s”
And there are no hugs and kisses
Only blows and misses.

You learn to slow your breathing
And appear to be asleep
To avoid the shallow apologies
That won’t mean a thing next week.

Welcome to our home
Where you’re summoned and sent away like a dog
Where you wake up in the morning
And you’d rather go to school.

Our friends are always over
Our fridge is always full
Just ask Jack Daniels
We’re his second home.
Every single moment she's telling me something.


With a shift of her weight that makes the leather under her sigh,


With a tilt of her head that better allows me to see the variations of green in her eyes,


With a shake of her glass that sends ice tumbling into what remains of a caramel colored drink,


With an adjustment of her skirt to hide (or draw attention to) her endless legs,


With the cool confident way she talks which isn't much like talking but more like dancing with words,


With the slow definite way she takes a drag from the Marlboro draped effortlessly in her hand as she sits under a sign reading "no fume",


With the way she responds to my "smoking kills" comment by saying she finds comfort in death,


With the amused, not annoyed, smirk I get when she catches my eyes travel from her face toward her pristine cleavage.


Every single moment she's telling me something. But what?
the mortgage is late
the electric bill’s due
all i can do is keep breathing

she didn’t take her pill
the waiting is gonna **** me
all i can do is keep breathing

with or without her
weighing pros and cons
all i can do is keep breathing

but the breathing gets harder
it gets shallower, less satisfying

the cigarettes are catching up
and the air won’t taste the same

all i can do is keep breathing

until you can’t
 May 2013 Ann Beaver
Inklips
Dreams that I slept
in your lap, on your chest

Pyres that I leapt
over and over, at your behest

Crevices I crept
through, while you'd rest

Will heave weeps adept
when their sights arrest
the unnoticed attempts.
my bereft nest, your thriving theft.
 May 2013 Ann Beaver
Inklips
Treacherous tongue.
Warning unrung.
Nothing will tire
This unquenched desire.
Consumed and yet not.
A battle little fought.
The huge, the puny-
Platter’s destiny.
Tresspassed precinct.
Animal Instinct.
Fire in the belly.
Encore. Gluttony.
 May 2013 Ann Beaver
Shay Ruth
The bitter grain envelops

Not apparently

Not to frighten, but to question

An interrogation from the Dust

He’ll ask you: will you remember?

Blood and breaking

Can you taste the layers

As they choke sweetly?
Tonight, it is me and a glass of wine
though you may think otherwise, I feel fine.
Tonight, it is me and the dark sky,
I love the night, and the stars are why.
Tonight, it is me and my own mind,
it continues to seek what it cannot find.
Tonight, it is me alone, without you,
knowing what to say, but not knowing what to do.
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