Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
He inhaled his cigarette
like he was taking in the cancer
to smoke out the monsters within.

I smoked my cigarettes
like I was trying to **** myself
to **** the beast within.

And that's how we found each other
sitting on a park bench
smoking the demons away.
Breathe.

Inhale deep.
Let the afternoon sink
into your tired lungs
on golden wings of daylight
and ease.

Breathe.

Exhale slow.
Let oxygen, nitrogen,
carbon dioxide and pollution
whisper from your bloodstream
and mingle with the trees.

Purify.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Breathe.

Count to five (for me).

One:
stretch each muscle of your fingertips--
first knuckle,
second knuckle,
third.

Two:
curl your toes inside your shoes;
feel your socks stretch
inch by
inch.

Three:
spell your name until it sticks;
seven letters raindance
just to comfort
you.

Four:
Tell me where you live,
how the squeak-springed couch sinks
under the weight of family
and love.

Five:
close for me your tired eyes;
shifting patterns of stars wrap your dark
in brightness
and calm.

Then breathe.
Inhale deep and exhale slow.
Untie the knots from your shoulders,
and open the cage to your chest.

Breathe.
'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"

Said A to B, "I don't like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!"

"I disagree," said D to B,
"I've never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O."

C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape."

"He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
"You're dropping me," roared H to G.
"Don't do it please I pray."

"Out of my way," LL said to K.
"I'll make poor I look ILL."
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.

"U know," said V, "that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I'm half as young as he."

X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."
And in a flash of blinding happiness
you turned my "will  I  ever  find  love"
into "she's  a  gift  from  above".
You came into my life
the same way fires rip through forests,
with great power and force.
You turned my doubts into beliefs
and my fears into hopes.
You showed me a side of life
that I didn't understand.
You held my heart. You held my hand.
You pulled me up from darkness
and showed me light
like I had never seen before.
But once you showed me it,
you turned the light off.
You took it away.
You had shown another the light
and they took it from you and now
you're scared that I will do the same.

djm
And in a flash of blinding sadness
you turned my "you're  my  one  and  only"
into  "I'm  so  lonely".
You stole from me something
I never truly had. Now your smile
and laugh are scratched into the walls
of my brain as horrible memories
and it's only late at night
that I can let these memories crush me.
You turned from "she  is  the  one  I  want  to  kiss"
to "she  is  the  one  I  truly  miss".

*djm
 Oct 2013 Ashatan Tee
Eulalie
I'm keeping Secrets
and ******* around on Love
We aren't exclusive
I can't help myself
 Oct 2013 Ashatan Tee
R
there once was a girl
who was an artist, but
here's the twist
a razor was her paintbrush
and the canvas was her
wrist.

"Ugly" "Fat" "Worthless"
they were written
word for word
nobody thought otherwise
after-all, that girl is so
happy, that'd be
absurd.

one night it was raining
and the thoughts became
to much
she reached for her
blades and blood
poured out with just
one touch.

the next morning her
parents found her,
it was an "accident"
they would say.
because after-all,
whould'a thought that
their happy daughter
wasn't okay?

She fought endlessly for
her life, but it
was all to much to
handle
little did she know that
she'd be one of many in
this suicide
scandal.
first stanza is from tumblr and i decided to add a twist, i have no idea who the original owner of the first stanza is but i hope its okay that i tweaked it a bit to use it. thank you and have a nice time reading, please comment!! thanks!
 Oct 2013 Ashatan Tee
Emily Tyler
What the hell is the point of
Knowing?

Knowing that something is wrong
Knowing that you're not alright
Knowing that everything is in chaos

What's the point of knowing
If I can't do any
******* thing about it?
 Oct 2013 Ashatan Tee
Eulalie
A lot of things in my life go missing
I lose phones
Pencils
Chapstick
I do a lot of missing, too
I miss brothers
Holidays
Fashion trends
I should have known that I'm to be doing a lot more missing
Since you came around
I'm very glad I sought you out, nonetheless,
And now, it seems,
Every moment spent without you
Still has everything to do with you
Your absence constantly plagues the forefront of my mind like some
Sick craving that I've let walk into my home and cuddle next to me on the sofa
At night I'm spooning with reruns of our conversations
Pausing and rewinding the parts that put that swooping feeling back into my stomach
Like it did when you said
You think you could love me, too
And I know, Darling,
That we're supposed to be carrying on:
******* the marrow out of life
Fulfilling our days with excitement and adventure
But I've realized that there's no living anything
Lest you're part of my everything
And at weak moments like this
When I'm doing more than my fair share of missing
I'm also kind of hoping
That when I'm not with you
You're still missing me, too
I write a lot when no body talks to me.
 Oct 2013 Ashatan Tee
JR Potts
I stand at the convenience store counter
with a smile but conflicted inside
I know I don't need them
yet, there they are.

A rainbow of apathetic death
a mosaic of bad breath
and even worse excuses
waiting to be packed
put into my chest pocket
and held close to my heart.

It makes me sick, hard to breathe
and yet here I am all ready to leave
with twenty more sticks of disease,
the same ones that gave my father
C-O-P-D.

But still I buy.

I swipe that card with little regard
to the fact that I'm reliving history
a son just as dumb as his father before him
scoring the same dope
wearing the same rope
around his collar.

I've thrown whole packs out car windows
sworn them off cause the habit,
the money lost and especially the cough
was getting to be a problem.

I've renounced this addiction
with the conviction of a holy man
yet still I stand smokes in hand
puffing away; swearing this to be my last
every time I can't help but laugh a little
cause I know I'm full of ****.
(Don't we all)

But still I buy.
Next page