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I have begun to
Stiffen up

When a particular word
Walks into the room

This word is an intimidating and
Curvaceous woman

With crimson red lips and
A horrid laughter that leaves me

With reddened, chafing ears
And misted vision

Have I fallen victim?
To Beauty’s dear friend

Insecurity, a wide mouthed *****
Whom manifests in every human’s features

The zit above my brow
Or the scar along my lip

In actuality Insecurity seems
Unaware of her duty to ruin me

Instead she has allowed Beauty
To ****** my subconscious

For beauty has crawled in my skin
And made herself quite comfy

She has reddened my lips
Given me corn silky hair and height

Everyone loves her and the
Glimmer that she has put in my eyes

That shine is actually the sheen
Of foggy tears

But what admirer
Gives a **** about that?

This beast; Beauty
Within my skin

She is all
That I am good for
 Aug 2012 Celeste C
Johnnie Rae
Color me a pretty shade,
of blood and gore,
come on and scare me,
until I can take no more,

Shake me up and rattle me hard,
make the air leave my lungs,
let me see the way you do,
out of your eyes come bugs,

In this place of fright,
come one, come all,
and stay a night,
for everyone who enters,
will have the time of their lives,

Do you think you can handle it?
or is it too much to bear?
come on don't chicken out,
everyone needs a good scare.
The house of horrors is my house alone.
 Aug 2012 Celeste C
Krusty Aranda
This is what we wanted all along;
to be with each other. Nothing can go wrong.
Now that I'm here sitting by your side
everyone else is gone. It's just you and I.

My arms wrapped around you. Your head lies on my chest.
My lips make their way to your forehead, and kiss it tenderly.
You look up to me, staring into my eyes. I can see the love swimming in your heart.
My lips draw a smile, and then say "I love you". We cuddle again as you add "I love you too".

You turn around to face me. I can only smile at you.
You come in close and kiss me. I hug you as you do.
Our bodies feel the heat of our ever so passionate souls.
We keep on kissing untill our lips bleed our love.

No walls to separate us. No obstacles for lust.
The only witnesses: the blankets and our song.
Your hands on my body. My wicked grin. A choir of angels, and the symptoms of spring.

Again we lie, side by side.
I stare into your eyes. You stare into mine.
No one can erase the smile imprinted on my face.
It's all because of you, my darling. My heart is in it's place.
Can anyone tell I'm deeply in love? :p
 Jul 2012 Celeste C
Johnnie Rae
Sitting here again,
Im sitting here, daydreaming about us again,
Thinking of how I want you to hold me, and just never let go,
Show me you love me,
Really let me know,

Thinking,
Of all the tender words that would escape your lips,
Thinking of how I love the way you say my name,
Thinking of all the trips we'd take,
To the woods, fingers laced together, holding eachother in the shady haven,
Just knowing that the touch of your lips would make me shiver,
Oh god, I simply can't wait for December,
The icy air, being my excuse for clinging to you,
Although I don't think you'd really care,
Can we fast forward, and be together?
The wait will be worth it, and I know it,
But I still wish time would move a bit faster,
Counting the months until your arrival,
I really can't wait, to see that smile,
In person,

Sitting here, daydreaming about us,
And I think, I really think,
This is the perfect love,
No matter the distance,
No matter the difference,
I love you,

And I'm the luckiest girl in the world, to have you say you love me too.
 Jul 2012 Celeste C
Brycical
Intense
 Jul 2012 Celeste C
Brycical
I think it's my eyes.
The glowing hazle stare
blankly piercing through
whatever bubbles you've shielded
yourself with.
Arms crossed means you're defensive,
raised tone towards the end of a sentence
means you're lying
but when your lips scrunch together
you're holding back something.

Maybe it's
my thought process.
One second
I'm talking about polar bears
celebrating birthdays with ******* and hexagrams
when I shift
to a rant about my self empowerment
through meditation and how astral travel
might be real.  

Perhaps I'm too comfortable
with myself for you to handle.
I don't give a **** how tangled my hair is
or what weird religious doctrines you follow.
Let's have a conversation,
not an unruly **** measuring contest.

I truly love you,
and all my mild frustration
and slight agitation is radiating
from a place in my heart
that tells me I want you to succeed the most.
 Jul 2012 Celeste C
Jay Jimenez
Finding your dreams
at the bottom of a bottle.
leaves screams and tossing of that bottle
Broken glass
I watch the ***** flow down the wall
I watch my reflection shimmer
in the peices of glass.
I see the tears about to fall.
does this ring a bell
same call same place.
I see you
I see you
I see you
a chuckle
I see you
the devils best medicine for a never forgetting mind
tip back that bottle one more time.
the medicine in my viens
forgetting the pain that was left
when I cut my finger the first time on the shattered glass.
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