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 Feb 2013 eli
Alexis Martin
"You're afraid of growing up."

Perhaps
but I see no shame in that
why would I ever want to grow up
if it means being
miserable
lonely
and drunk
like you,
Dad.
-
 Feb 2013 eli
Jene'e Patitucci
venom
 Feb 2013 eli
Jene'e Patitucci
i'll be the toxin
if you wear me on your skin
if you feel me in your veins i'm working
my way
into your heart
across your lungs
and take the blood from bone
let me be the toxin
and you'll never feel alone
but i'll leave you
barren
bony
cold
and dry
just the way i like it
just the way you died
© 2013 Jene'e Patitucci

Just found this from a stash of writings from 2009 - this was the only uncorrupted file
 Feb 2013 eli
Stephanie Cynthia
Take me, my love, right behind the curtain
Wherein the sun streams bright but the grass looks plain
Like a passionate young kiss in the rain
There shalt we remain; with all the images,
sacrifices, and the deep secrets of pain
And there thou shalt also sing with me,
until my stern heart
melts to love again.
a fever isn't just a heated state it's a trance where an even temperature escalates into a dangerous smothering absorption of all moisture, health and grief like walking on a ceiling, I am confused and allured by your violent embraces and how they affect my fever the smile your back makes as I graze you I'm tormented by our forever through the time I've spent wandering I have gathered few things butterfly wings and summer soundtracks to sing

I'm flying
eyes closed
back arched
I'm wounded

self inflicted charms an over beating heart a piano plays through my fingertips my leg gets their heavy beating I do not own a thing I do not own my body I do not own this soul I let free the words I hold onto the moods I've always gone to
I am
I am
I am

*a figment
 Feb 2013 eli
Jene'e Patitucci
this time you're really
dying, and all i can do
is sit back and watch
© 2013 Jene'e Patitucci
 Feb 2013 eli
Jene'e Patitucci
Your driver's license
says your eyes are brown, but I
know better than that
I could identify each pantone by memory

© 2013 Jene'e Patitucci
 Feb 2013 eli
Hana Gabrielle
frantic
hands ripping through air
reaching for a grasp
on your sadness

I have been
will be
am
enraptured in your temperature.
contented in contempt
for your fairytale past
impossible
to impact

yet coveting the forbidden
taste
of imprints
in your reality
sparks a dorment sentiment
of such coarse,
rough reciprocity

tempting taste of your bliss
come close
and through shifting smoke
we can descend into
crude togetherness
 Feb 2013 eli
SamBee
The stars are my freckles
The mountains my knees
The clouds are my eyebrows
My spit makes the seas.

My hair is the grass
The bushes, the leaves
My nails the glass
Stolen by thieves.

My tears are the raindrops
My skin is the dirt
My mouth is a cave
The pigments of the flowers are the same as my shirt.

My left nostril is the sun
My right is the moon
Under one you shall bathe
And the other lovers swoon.

My neck is the trees
And their branches that grow
My hips are hills
And my dandruff the snow.

The rivers are my veins
And the rocks are my ears
My eyes are the poles
And my wrinkles the years.

My bones are the plates
My nose is a cliff
My heart is the core
Born on February the fifth.
It's mah birfday in 6 days! Woohoo!
 Feb 2013 eli
Daniel Magner
Sometimes my blood
boils
over the edge
I try so hard
not to lose my temper
but father, you let me down
when I saw mother hit the ground

Sometimes my blood
freezes
in my eyes
I try so hard
not to let it hit my heart
but mother, know its not
your fault

Sometimes my blood
is just normal
and it seems so strange
that's why I run
that's why I boil and freeze
because deep down
I'm not satisfied with


with
me
© Daniel Magner 2013
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