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The stone was cast intending a wrath,
But the ripple was musical and perfect art
Feelings tiptoed inside my heart...
Svelte like a ballerina's stretched arch...
  
The breath wispy tickled wicked
The lips feathery hurriedly flitted
My eyes closed while you left hot trails,
Your fingers coarse marking my skin bright...

When your head rested on the curve of my *******
My heart beat hummed in unison with your breath
The heat bunched and pooled inside me
Your fingers tracing mine slowly...

The butterfly kisses you placed quick,
My unadorned neck glistened with your lazy licks,
The moans torn from inside wild
Resounding our union, an unrestrained tide...
She stood on the bridge
In silence and fear
For the demons of darkness
Had driven her here

They cut her heart
Right out of her chest
Making her believe
That the demons knew best

They were always there
Sometimes just out of sight
Waiting in the background
Till the time was right

These demons were destructive
Knocking down the life she knew
Hating everything about her
She hated herself too

These demons can't be seen
But they're far from fairy tales
They live inside your mind
Their evilness prevails

So on the bridge she stood
About to end the fight
Then she stopped and thought
I'll fight them one more night
,



The memory of a decayed love

Raised to the level of reality

::

Our MINDS

Proclaimed to be

Masters of the world !


///


Soft & frail

We die in such

Ignoble ways

""

Filling ourselves with

Useless imagry

Which tell nothing


Of who we are




True love needs true lovers  


Who walk the real earth and SEE

All the suffering  

And choose to stay a while

//


.
 May 2016 Caiden Raine
Luna Lynn
you don't know how it feels
the strength it takes
facing each day
each day the sun breaks
through the clouds
is a rainbow
but the storm still rages
and the hurt takes new form
as you open your eyes
you see the light
it burns
pull the shades you're still in pain
a pill can't cure
you put your life
your future
into the hands with the knife
you must be ready
you must be sure
are you ready
i don't know
stop asking if i'm okay
this isn't life
this isn't real
this isn't me

memories
i don't remember
the land is foreign
in my brain
i don't remember where
i'm going
i don't recall what i say
humiliation
close the shades

knocked down a notch
after just i climbed up
the rope
i finally found myself
and now i must let go
swinging, swaying
it isn't safe
but it is life
and i barely hold on
but forcibly
each day breaks
i push myself
through the dark
open the shades
and i go on

am i ready?
how do i feel today?

i am ready to jump
and let it sway
(C) Maxwell 2016
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