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 Jun 2017 Erin
bluevelvet
With their big teeth
No longer scared on feet
We sit on wooden stool
Toast to the newest fool

Hands searching for
what isn't found anymore
We no longer wait by the door

We dance with wolves
paws slam like metal hooves
We only find the remaining goods

We are a creation of self design
Our actions make perfect align
It's the direction of a sign
We are equally divine

Cut my throat
Watch me choke
But every world is a haunting ghost
It's the kind you'll forget but find the most

Speak with deaf tones
I no longer throw those stones
But every word is carved in my bones
And your presence forever roams

It's a joke for the masses
Led by the best actress
She died one thousand times on the same mattress

But she's a forest fire that never dies
Pierced by every single lie
She has scars from every time

You might think you're better
Ahead of her you're so clever
But look a little closer
You will never break her
 Jun 2017 Erin
Emilia Delemontex
Strange how a person can brighten your day
Someone you have never met and never will meet
Suddenly sweeping the gray away with a positive comment

Curious how a website can validate your feelings
Calling your insecurities to attention and dismissing them
Chucking them into the bin where they belong

Silly how something online
Can make you feel so special
 May 2017 Erin
galaxy of myths
What I want is to have
self love
poured into me,
filled to the brim.
Let it pour
even more.
Doused.
Overflowed.
Let.

No such thing as too much self love
when you've spent most of your life
drowning in self loathe


-m.b
 May 2017 Erin
Emilia Delemontex
I. The joy
Oh my god, the overflowing, the sheer exultation I feel when you are near, the way my heart feels full up with happiness that I am here with you. Sparkling waterfalls glistening in the morning light, reflecting and refracting the small prisms of light into a display of every color, meticulously exceeding the rainbow and all colors known to humanity.
II. The shock
The amazement that someone as rare and extraordinary could find someone as every day as me, and the honor I feel to have someone like you in my life. A vibrant tree frog, verdant and positively glowing like a jewel in a rainforest teeming with life, only to find a common toad as a companion.
III. The trust
Nervous about opening up, sharing interests that might bring us closer together, but might make you think me strange. An old burgundy door, paint peeling off to reveal a vibrant teal beneath, with ancient brass hinges, swinging back in forth according to the whim of the wind and creaking slowly.
IV. The relief
Thankfulness that you did choose me, that you chose someone. Grateful that it was me, excited about the fact that you reached out to me as I did to you. A beaming smile, eyes filled and overflowing with tears, slowly streaking down my face until I can taste the salt in my still-upturned and slightly open mouth.
Voi means 'you all' in Italian. I used it in the title because I mean you in plural and there isn't an as elegant way to express that in English.
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