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 Mar 2015 anka
Tyler Durden
Every hallway is left unscathed,
By every violent, thing you say
You can curse me everyday,
But, the pictures remain the same.
 Mar 2015 anka
Sam Stone Grenier
friday:
here i am
laying in bed

saturday:
here i am
laying in bed

sunday:
here i am
laying in bed
 Mar 2015 anka
Life's a Beach
When I saw my bones
Protrude
From the knots of my back
Like the ridges of a dinosaur
Sapped of food, singed with
Stress
A childish distress
Fear darkness
Blankness
Terrifying emptiness
When I saw my back protrude like the
Ridges of a dinosaur
I saw my body dressed as the
Skeleton I will one day become
I saw a vessel controlling a brain
I felt like a bottle of tequila drained
Such fun until it's empty
Used to the tip of uselessness
When I saw my back protrude like dinosaur ridges, a skeleton
****
The most terrifying thing I felt when I saw my back protrude, like the dinosaurs I coveted when I was small,
The rudest thing I felt was

Satisfaction

With it all

I felt more beautiful than I ever had
Maybe
Ever will
Felt satisfied at the neatened carelessness I
Had almost used to **** myself
Satisfaction
That my body curved in
Only bones, no fat or muscle to
Hide the struts within
Revelled in the hunger in the pit of
Stomach because no one
Could control that but
Me
You can't fail at starvation

I loved it
For once I couldn't fail

When I saw my back protrude like a dinosaur
I knew I could never go there again

Because the living dead feel only
Hunger
Chest pains
And fatigue

And dinosaurs ate whenever the **** they wanted to
 Mar 2015 anka
Doobie Shemer
Humble
 Mar 2015 anka
Doobie Shemer
Often she drifts, confused, in a painful disbelief,
“Why?” She asks, tormented by grief,
Would she ever know?
Would she ever comprehend?
Humble, eyes closed; she prays and reaches out her hands.
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 Mar 2015 anka
Reicza Gene
In the silence
I hear the sound of nothing
I see the invisible things

The blank moments
The loud static
The weird buzzing

The dark corners
The empty space
The cold sheets

In your absence
I entered a vacuum
Inhabiting an endless void

Lost in thought
Love starts to crumble
Leaving me alone
 Mar 2015 anka
harlee kae
Untitled
 Mar 2015 anka
harlee kae
My hands are perpetually cold,

and I don't know if that's because

of this weather

or because they

never get held anymore.
 Mar 2015 anka
Jacob
Journal
 Mar 2015 anka
Jacob
Those spoken words
From her lips,
Those weren't easy words,
She writes them down
In her journal,
As the day goes by
Her cursive written words,
Between punctuations
Imprinted in fiber
With the random doodles,
Are her rehearsal.
Taking on her maiden step,
A journey with him,
He will fill in the journal
With her.
 Mar 2015 anka
Jacob
Me To You
 Mar 2015 anka
Jacob
At this exact instant,
The distance
These words race,
My heart chase
After that beautiful smile,
Even if it takes a little time; I'll run the miles.
From me to you
What're you up to?
 Mar 2015 anka
Ant
My sweet tulip
 Mar 2015 anka
Ant
A tulip of deep lilac
my sentiment to you
my key to your heart
thanking for all you do.

Its fragrance reminds me
of your sweet perfume
like your beauty these tulips
brighten up any room.

Your sensual beauty glorious
as petals caress your skin
delicately tracing your body
my desires your sin

Lilac tulips our love story
sweet romance they tell
you brought me to heaven
resurrected me from hell

Sweet tulips for my beauty
a symbol in the journey we take
a petal for each milestone
a role in each chapter we make
 Mar 2015 anka
Rae Harrison
And I had to walk away
I was just hoping at least he noticed I didn't run
the title is a thought for after the poem
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