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 Mar 2016 Ariel Baptista
Escence
I . . . am afraid
To regret
to be aid
to revenge
I feel fear
the end is
near
it's inevitable
this future
it's coming
this moment
I do not want to be aid
But I cannot help but say
"I . . . am afraid"
 Mar 2016 Ariel Baptista
Emma
The shackles of your evil never let me breathe

And so I drowned, I didn't fight the fire, because that very same pain was my pleasure
It was you

Nothing seemed more comforting than the horror you brought me and nothing could bring me back from the fire that burned inside me but your drunk arms
And those very same arms that held me, hurt me
And those very same lips that caressed me, spoke to me in different tongues
And we were in ruins and disastrous, ***** and tainted by the lies our bodies whispered

And there was something you did to me, and now I'm looking for the pieces you ruined to fit again
Because the worst thing I ever did was let you come in and sloppily hide in my heart

And there's times like these I think of you, and of the girl I was then and it amazes me that I once thought the devil was an angel
I once thought you were my savior when all you did was condemn me to this small hell

And even with you completely banned from my soul
You still linger
You still punish my heart from being pure
And know that I will never forget what you did
But the worst part of it all
Is now my future won't either
I'm in this beautiful new relationship and it tears me apart knowing that my lover is tainted by my past. I'm trying to trust again and be free, but it's not easy when you once danced with the devil.
 Mar 2016 Ariel Baptista
mikecccc
No good deed
Goes unrewarded
You brought illumination
To ancient humanity
And in return you got
Tied to a rock to be
An eternal last meal
Maybe you should
Have sided
with the titans.
An old story
But then
Most stories are old.
You
behind the doors where the monsters reside,
watching the citadel fall and Jerusalem calls for an encore,
but they lied to you
as they always do.

We
hope for immortality on this roller coaster ride and down we go again behind the doors where the monsters reside.

I work or I die and when the day is due you will too and whatever or which way the cards fall
Jerusalem will still fall and
they'll still lie,
work or die?

Use your voice,
touch type your voice on the white stick that you carry,
or we could marry,
she coughs and splutters in the kitchen
butters toast and removes from my face
the *** of jam.

I move on beyond where the image burns
beyond where the sane men turn and stand in awe,
seen it
done it and no fun in it for the untied who wait outside the doors where the monsters reside.

Licking jam off my lips she slides me a kiss and I slip on saliva that drips from my tongue,
that is fun, never done that before,
I move away from the door
for a while.
 Mar 2016 Ariel Baptista
Lottie
Time takes everything, in the end.
You, me, sand.
Stars and planets and sorrows.
It is the only thing we answer to,
And I'm glad of it.
I don't want to roam this world,
For so long
That I forget to be scared,
Of dying.
Losing physical weight as my
Mind expands.
I have been mouth for as long
As I can remember,

Now let me be hands. Hands, so
I may release you and hunger on.
Blessed be all things un-eternal.
I can only sleep in burning houses.
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