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 Nov 2014 Chanel cummings
Nickols
Thick clouds of smoke billow from her mouth.
The taste of cigarettes and whiskey lingering on a pink tongue.
A woman-- With eyes of an angel
but a body of nothing as saintly.  
She beckons through the nebulous crowd.
Lips gleaming red from obvious sins.
Hips swaying ripened to a hypnotic beat.

Will you, (insert name here) go to her?
To indulge in her hidden desires?

A gentlemen of scholars, without a single dollar.

Will you, a man made of valor, rush to her?

Fighting it only makes the urge stronger.
Eternal darkness will never know an end;
the sinful devil in her tiny black mini dress.
She is a demon in nightmare form,
nefariously wrapped in silken weaved candy.

Her call is strong...
Her voice soft.
She beckons you;
   --will you fall?
I opened my door to Grief this morning, he shoved me aside and walked to a chair sat down and said" Here Goes, this may take awhile"
"There are five Stages of Grief" he mumbled,
"Today you are in Stage 1, but tomorrow could be Stage 5 and a month from now, you may pass into Stage 2. Stages 3& 4 could happen together a year from now."
He looked up to me and said"Are you confused yet, that could be any Stage"
Through my tears, he calmly rose and went out my door, turned for one last look at me and said" I'm Stage 6 but I come 1st"
In Anger I slammed the door and wondered to myself,
is Anger Stage 4,2,5,3 or1.
I fell to the floor screaming" Why in Hell didn't anyone ever tell me about Stage 6"
There are only 5 stages of grief and they're a *****!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you're confused guess what I am?
 Jul 2014 Chanel cummings
Jack
I am but a weary minstrel
Step by step to bide my time
Looking for my one true answer
In a love that I may find

Shaded fields of hopes and wishes
Flowing stems so softly breathe
Taking all that life does offer
Forward weavings to believe

I have found the golden idol
Sitting still in chamber’d light
Reaching off for some existence
Far beneath the stars at night

With its eyes of diamond whispers
Only now it sheds my fear
Precious metals tore us under
As I search the far and near

What is this my heart now calling
Echoes play about the rim
If this line of worn endeavors
Finds the time to soon begin

Will you walk with me at sunrise
Whisper that you love me so
Count the petals of a daisy
Set aside against the flow

For you see my truth is baring
Everything that I can share
Take my hand and please remember
I am but a man who cares

In this endless dream of summer
Warming trends eternally
You are mine, my only sunshine
Won’t you walk this road with me
 Jul 2014 Chanel cummings
Elli
we were all kids once
with small hands and big eyes
so full of love and innocence
and I'd be lying if i tell my younger self
to make sure she keeps her innocence
because this harsh world
will **** the life out of you
which is ironic because this is life
but if I were to say a message to my younger self
it would be to keep your heart full
full of love
full of care
and full of happiness
because this world may be harsh
but do not let it diminish the light in your eyes
or **** the curiosity
and maybe that adventurous streak you always have
they will surely call you foolish thinking that
you can keep all these things,
but look around you
you see dead people roaming around
with no fire in their hearts because they drowned
in this sea of madness
do not go with the flow but rather stay on top
and build a boat and sail where you want
don't let the coldness of others
affect you,
but rather let your warmness
affect them
this world is harsh
but that doesn't mean you have to be that way too
(still editing)
Six years old and we thought we knew
How it would all turn out
But Prince Charming doesn't
Go through hell to find us
He doesn't love us more
Because we're not completely human
The beasts don't transform
Just because we love them
One kiss doesn't awaken us
We're never rescued from the Gustavs
The Jafars
Or the wicked witches
And there are never any happily ever afters
 Jul 2014 Chanel cummings
Nickols
I am the embodiment of your sins.

I am your greed, gold in color and always asking for more.

I am your lust, swirling in amber with a slip of my tongue upon your flesh.

I am your wrath, rolling in a fit of redden anger.

I am your sloth, lounged in white, sleeping in between your sheets.

I am your gluttony, always craving more, more, more...

I am your pride, held purple in my state of royalty.

And

I am your envy, green with what never can fully be mine.

I am your sins. Full bodied. Anointed.
i wonder if i'll ever see
anything as breath taking
and self shrinking as the
sight i caught, looking at
the sun hiding behind her
with it's rays surrounding
her figure, highlighting her
champagne bubble laugh

the summer and i both
have a crush on her
we made a fire and went swimming. stayed outside till 5 in the morning. i think i was boring her while i soaked in the smell of chlorine and burning logs. i've never loved summer like this before, and i've never realized how fond i am of one of my best friends. both of these new likings could be very dangerous to my well being, and fantastic for my art. let's see.
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