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 Oct 2013 Brianna
soul in torment
White wine...

drunk
from reddened lips

left me..

tickled

pink
Nothing like second hand alcohol to affect one's senses. Your gob-let me drink deeply lol gob is slang for mouth in England
 Oct 2013 Brianna
soul in torment
You lay there
with bed head hair
and
morning breath...

Dried drool on your lower lip

the remnants
of last nights take away

still present in your teeth

and all I can think
Is

how beautiful you are

and

how much

I love you
In a world of Photoshop such true beauty is so often lost
 Oct 2013 Brianna
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and she is a mist who flew through me- lingered- and now she has passed- the beach is clear as day and I can see for thousands of miles around me. I  am free. She was a fog- the only thing standing between me and the clarity of mind I deserved. the ambiance of mist is a beautiful anomaly, but eventually a life lived in overcast conditions begins to drain the mind of clarity and well-being. it was inevitable; the mist would eventually clear. and the sun has returned to show me - *all weather clads the earth, but forever and always I shine above the clouds.
a love in post-mortem is realization - the chemistry was poison. neither of us intended evil - yet the reaction was explosive. we can blame each other all we want but the truth is - this outcome required both of us as ingredients.

now I understand. now I can move on with land in site.
 Oct 2013 Brianna
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I keep robbing Jove while I pick the pockets of mankind - kind of like man - kind of like a man - and the similarities end in utopian wants and wishes while the team of derelict animals that pretend to be a fiction called humanity jab each other in the gut using evil influence over air's other-functionality (vibratory drums of love and war) I HATE YOU

(i love you) I WILL BREAK YOUR *******  JAW, YOU SANDED ****

(you, i love you)

there's a third gleam in that unisex glare of theirs. dead as a broken fog, not of mist, but smoke-stacks - and the Esso gas station left itself open for the final 24 hours of life on Earth. because you might as well drive home if you're going to die.

*(you, i love you)
 Oct 2013 Brianna
GOLDEN GOD
desire
 Oct 2013 Brianna
GOLDEN GOD
i want your love
i want to feel
your heart
on my chest and
you breathing
on my neck i just need
you closer here still
your veins they
pulse with life i
wish we could share
bodies so i could
feel you
from the inside out
not just this entity
the facade of flesh
you put up unwillingly
i want to touch
your soul and make
love to your spirit
be one with your
thoughts
your fingers
trace my spine
your dna mixed
with mine we can
become one
on certain instances
only but it is not
enough i love you
too much for
human things
i am sorry but
i cannot get as close
to you as i would like
your bones got in
my way they were
too hard to break and
i am so weak
i just love you so much
that i need to leave you
i can't have you, i never will
 Oct 2013 Brianna
Lizzy
We Got Close
 Oct 2013 Brianna
Lizzy
We got close.
I liked you.

I told you my story.
I liked you more.

You told me your story.
I loved you.

You got a girlfriend.
You loved her.

I became more depressed.
I smiled for you.

You made me promise.
I promised.

You're just another person I will promise to get better for.
But that really just means that I'll hide it better next time.
I think you know it, you just don't want to say it.
 Oct 2013 Brianna
Ashley
when she was six
her father told her
to stay inside
& not ride her bike
she didn't listen
& broke her wrist
her father said to do what she was told
from now on

when she was eleven
her father told her to go to sleep
she didn't listen
& stayed up listening to her parent's fight all night
she came out of her room
& pleaded them to stop fighting
he told her that she was the reason they were
& to go back to sleep
like I told you to

when she was thirteen
her father told her to stop cutting
she didn't listen
& continued to make more scars
her father lied saying they were accidents
to any & every social services worker
he beat her
for not listening

when she was sixteen
her father told her to just
**** herself & leave him alone
she decided to listen
& finally took the pills when he wasn't looking
leaving a note that said

"I finally listened."
a.c.
I bleed just the way you do
Words just do not leave a mark
That you can see
But words can scar

You don't need to see the bruise
But, damage has been done
Although it's hidden
It hurts to hide it

just like you, when cut I bleed
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
just like you when cut I bleed
I wear my heart upon my sleeve

I used to hide my deepest pain
Not physically inflicted
Then I learned that words hurt more
I was one of the afflicted

sticks and stones will break my bones
but words will never hurt me
unless you know the words to use
And then choose to desert me

just like you, when cut I bleed
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
just like you when cut I bleed
I wear my heart upon my sleeve

Bullies come in many forms
They live just to deceive
I used to hide away from them
Now, my heart is on my sleeve

I have a heart and it will break
But, it will always go on beating
For now, I always venture forth
No more am I retreating

just like you, when cut I bleed
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
just like you when cut I bleed
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
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