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 Dec 2012 Audrey
JRS
Silence around me, save for that drip. Drip. Dripping.
We both know what that is.
Your desperate, hopeless, scream inside me,
Ricocheting off the inside of my skull.
I can still hear you now,
Your coarse voice screaming out to no one in particular.
Do it again.
Your face is pretty, or handsome. Either or both.
It doesn’t matter anyway,
You can scream and send shivers of something, or everything, not anything, down my spine.
I’m polishing a blade opposite you.
I grip it, feeling the power and dominance strengthen my stance.
I dip into your pale blue eyes for a second,
The terror and pain making me smile.
My grin vanishes as I see more, deeper,
The dying glimmer of hope.
I grimace.
Slowly, the corner of my mouth turns again, as the blade glints in the flickering light.
 Dec 2012 Audrey
Natalie B
I stay up hours on end,
Just thinking.
They ask, about what?
They all ask
How are you?
How was your day?
Expecting the truth.
Yet every day
My response
Is the same.

I'm good, I say.
I'm alright, I say.
Will it ever change?
The ongoing lie?
Will I ever fit the image,
That everyone has of me?
That charming girl with the smiling face?

Darling,
I'm a liar.
I guess I've gotten pretty good.
Will I ever act the way I feel?
I wonder if I ever should.
 Dec 2012 Audrey
Lindsay McAvoy
I watched the ashes rise, the wood burn, and the fire play
I stood there in disbelief that something so gorgeous was standing before me
I was taken aback when the flames first burned, I hadn't much to say
The crowd stood stunned, the wait was over and I finally felt free

Packed and bundled closely, fifteen thousand huddling together
Until the fire began to burn strong, keeping us warm in the cold weather

No thoughts danced through my mind like they usually would
Wonder and silence held my mind captive, as in that moment they could

My breath caught a few times and my eyes let one tear run free
For what I was looking at was like nothing I thought I'd ever see

Now my mind keeps prisoner the memories of that night
When the Phoenix kept burning, rising high and so bright
 Dec 2012 Audrey
FictionisReal
I believe happiness
Settles some where
At the bottom of a
bottle of gold

I scramble to the cabinet Ashamed
this sobriety is being Put in a
clear cup and drowned With
poison that turns your
Liver holy like the
church women That
dress in white kidneys destroyed

If I could pour it down
Only if it was rain
I wouldn't mind letting
Every drop hit the ground
try extra hard to step
Over every puddle instead
Of collecting drops on my
Sponge tongue tonight

I swallow bitterness dreams
To big to fit down my throat
This time so I spit up

Explosions send waves through
Out a bottle attached body
Laying on the side that's not
So bruised with signs I've
Been laying here next
To the white anchor
Holding tight Struggling
To lift  myself to face
The bowl ill wake up to

The focus never in my Eyes
One roll back will be it
As I Try wretching for my
Soul Come out and show
What swimming in
***** and liquor
Does to the innocent
Mouthed
......
 Dec 2012 Audrey
Steve D'Beard
tried to wash away the memory
as the weeks into months they blurred
unfulfilled dreams now forever lost
weigh heavy on the lips of words

a steeled veneer to protect the soul
self-made iron of unfiltered grace
shattered like a pane of glass;
the rubble that is laid to waste
fills countless endless self-dug holes

to accept the fate of solace
to descend the fires with no sound
to caress the blonde wisps of hair remaining
before being buried in the ground;
this was yours to bear alone

chances are a fates divide
in the dark the demon drink is dwelling
deep lies the dragons breath inside
for a stolen heart
left to mourn its own swelling

so much to forget
a simple gentle touch
a kiss is but a whisper now
who has forgotten how to weep
still remembered
as if it were only yesterday;
the memory will never fade
and was never yours to keep
 Dec 2012 Audrey
Chandler Lauren
Another sleepless night spent restlessly.
Another night unfamiliar with peace.
Another counting of the hours.
Another cup of chamomile tea.
Another dream gone awry.
Another swollen face and glued-shut eye.
Another head of hair resembling nest.
Another morning, trembling cold sweat.
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