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I miss Sleep’s gentle touch.
Her kiss against my ever greedy cheek; becoming swamped
in the tide of cover and quilt,
entangling myself in her dreams.


I long for her as each days drag on,
but forget her as I lie
in sweetest, softest sheets,
surrounded by the blackness of my mind.


She has a bitter streak, Sleep, that is.
For she drags me down to icy black depths as I let my anchor loose.
She holds me in writhing hands that
poke, and ****, and bruise.


When my self resurfaces - at the beep of new day.
My soul gasps for air
in the screaming, sweating freedom,
when I break from her night-time snare.
9.12.14 // 1.13am
 Dec 2014 NeeshaNeesha
Sam Barger
I didn't know "calling you beautiful" was considered invective.
"worshiping your body" was considered  abusive.
"smiling in your direction" was considered repulsive.
"telling you the truth" was considered deceptive.
"saying I love you" was considered offensive.
"holding your hand" was considered aggressive.
"agreeing with you" was considered preemptive.
"my love for you" was considered subjective.
But...
I know now "your level of ignorance" is excessive.
"Your personality" is unimpressive.
"Your actions" are irrespective.
"Your feelings" are insensitive.
"Your loyalty" is selective.
"Your presence" is oppressive.
Also...
"Realizing, letting go and moving on" is redemptive, progressive and effective.
I'm sorry for the way I treated you.
So many people tell me
You should take
a page out of their book

And I just think
*Did you plagiarize
Your whole life
If we all try to be original...well you get the point.
I woke up hungry again
From the lack of food in the freezer
Sometimes I open it an pretend its full
But the pain in my stomach snaps me back into reality
No breakfast again
We try to conserve but the little we have
Just isn't enough
Mom has two jobs
Ironically to feed the both of us
She's working all day an all night for me and you
I wish we could see her
I know your hungry too
So here take my plate
Dont worry your my little sister its what any big brother would do
Im tired of being poor so here's what I'll do
I'll go sell drugs
Even if it kills me ill do this for you
It comes in blankets
Grey blankets that cover the sky
And it churns in blue and black
Like purple bruises painting the sky
I want to cry
But the tears won’t come
So I’m stuck looking out window
Searching for any bit of sun I can see
Only stormy eyes show themselves though
And tears streak cheeks
And if I cry myself to sleep every night
That’s only for me and the stars to know
They twinkle knowingly at me in the dark
And I want to yell at them
Don’t tell a soul
But they ignore me
They tell me I’m sad
And I knew that already
But I only see the stars when my grey blankets are gone
 Dec 2014 NeeshaNeesha
regina
drown me into your mind,
i want to fall deeper.

hide me inside your heart,
i will be your beating heart to make you feel alive.

sway me to your soul,
cause i yearn to kiss all your pains away.

prowl me to your darkest door,
i promise to shatter all your insecurities.
this is for my best friend, luvana. keep this in your mind. i will always be there for you.
they told me i need to get over you

they told me to distract my heart from you by doing the things i love

but how on Earth can i do that when everything i love involves you

i love hearing your voice, and seeing your big brown eyes beam with light when you're doing what you love to do

"there are other boys, not just him"

but please show me another boy who laughs with the same amount of life as a toddler on Christmas morning
show me another boy who loves with his entire heart
show me another boy who genuinely cares for everyone he meets, and never expects anything in return

"move on."

but how can i move on when in every boys' eyes i meet, i see you

i cannot keep pretending that they're you

they aren't you
they'll never be you
and you'll never be with me
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