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 Jan 2014 CG
Jacob Kirk
Untitled I
 Jan 2014 CG
Jacob Kirk
It's been broken and repaired so much
My heart is mostly glue,
But it still beats and it still loves,
I think it's stuck on you.
 Jan 2014 CG
Kt W
Don't tell me.
 Jan 2014 CG
Kt W
Don't tell me that you're lying,
'Cause i'll only make it the truth.
And don't tell me that you're leaving,
'Cause i'll force you to go.
And if you're eyes are welling up with tears,
Well, don't you dare tell me,
'Cause you can't stop your words once you've said them.

Don't tell me you're trying to forgive me,
'Cause i'll forget what you've done before
you've done it.
And don't tell me you've got no more questions,
'Cause i'll give you a reason to answer me back.
And if the whole **** city's gone down,
Well, don't you cower in the cellar,
'Cause you can't repopulate the world on your own.

Don't tell me you need to build skyscrapers,
When all you can see is under the ground.
And don't tell me your heart's someplace else,
'Cause we both know your veins are cracking through weather.
And if you're longing for time to go backwards,
Well, go pick on someone your own size,
'Cause even Gods can't fathom arrogance.

Don't tell me that beauty's indifference,
'Cause i'll make you stare 'till you can't shut your eyes.
And don't tell me my mind's filled with hatred,
'Cause i swear some of my thoughts aren't explicit.
And if you tell me it's because i love you,
Well, you're barking up the wrong tree my friend,
Because the only thing worse than betrayal is disappointment,
And a thousand sets of angry words
is a million times better than
one set of speechless eyes.
 Jan 2014 CG
MCS
I watch hands

moving quickly

over brilliant

white canvas

purist white

stabbed with

violent gashes

of darkest

colour



Fingernails stained

dark like

blood bruises

holding a brush

wielding it like a sword

spreading coloured

acrylic across

a now roughened

surface



What develops

before me

is dark and twisted

and I find your

name in my mouth

how dare you call me

when I asked you not to

I will not visit you

again



Once your name

was the sweetest

of tastes

now it’s bitter

and jagged

it slices my lips

leaving me bleeding

and unsettled and

hurting



When you first left

those were the darkest

and longest of days

I was scared and unsure

of my future

you left me

bruised and grieving

crazy with

fear



I’ve grown past those days

I’m no longer afraid

or willing to listen

to you or your

poisonous words

you are not

my friend

and I am not

yours
 Jan 2014 CG
Dianne
VI.
 Jan 2014 CG
Dianne
VI.
‘It’s four-thirty,’ I say
And I think we both sensed
The dreaded end is nigh
‘It’s four-thirty-one,’you point out
‘Would it be weird to admit that—‘
I stopped. I wanted to admit
A lot of things without sounding weird
‘You don’t want this night to end?
No. Because me, neither.’

I took the chance to glance at you
And smile.
You took the chance to glance off the road
And smile.
‘So where to, next?’
You gave me a knowing grin.
‘You’ll see.’
I puffed out a breath.
‘Come on, wouldn’t you like to be surprised?’
‘I’d rather anticipate.’
‘Oh but where’s the fun in that?’
I just grinned. Because
I want to believe
That you’re right
And I want to believe
That you actually did
Plan something
For me tonight.
‘Eye spy?’ I offered.
You tell me that you spy
Something with light—
Lamppost.
You tell me that you spy
Something that goes on—
Road.
As you go on—
Tree, dashboard, yellow lines, my PJs;
I laugh as I secretly spy on
How the light hits your eyes
As you drive.
(I wonder if you
Could even guess how
Beautiful it is.)
 Jan 2014 CG
Jessie
Calloused
 Jan 2014 CG
Jessie
Your soul is like your fingers
Such calloused hands
How rough you are
How abrasive you can be
Doesn't measure up
To the toughness of your heart
I admire your resiliency
My only wish is that
You would soften up to me
Know it's okay to get cuts and scratches
And even to show off your scars
Show me your sensitive underbelly
Trust me enough to fall asleep next to me
Like how animals sleep tummy side up
When they feel safe
Shed your hard layers
Feel my gentle interior
Know that it will always be
Okay.
 Jan 2014 CG
Sam Conrad
The last time you kissed me,
I thought my heart was going to explode.
I whispered "You have know idea what you do to me, dear"
Into your right ear
But it seems you didn't listen
With both hands around your waistline
But you convinced me to believe
It wouldn't be the last time
Until the worst nightmare of my life ensued
How does she taste?
She is sweeter than I.

The last time you kissed me,
I thought my heart was going to explode.
I whispered "You have know idea what you do to me, dear"
Into your right ear
But it seems you didn't listen
With both hands around your waistline
But you convinced me to believe
It wouldn't be the last time
Until the worst nightmare of my life ensued
How does she taste?
She is sweeter than I.

The last time you kissed me,
I thought my heart was going to explode.
I whispered "You have know idea what you do to me, dear"
Into your right ear
But it seems you didn't listen
With both hands around your waistline
But you convinced me to believe
It wouldn't be the last time
Until the worst nightmare of my life ensued
How does she taste?
She is sweeter than I.
 Jan 2014 CG
Sam Conrad
Monologue
 Jan 2014 CG
Sam Conrad
My skin is seeping salty feelings, and cooking warm under the pressure of anxiety.
I just typed a series of monologues to your inbox again, but you don't seem to hear them.
It's 3:46 AM. I'm almost delirious. What is sleep? I spend about 14 hours in bed everyday.
I usually get 1-2 hours of sleep.
My tears have stained my pillowcase. Like, I don't turn the light on anymore because I see the stains.
In my room, it is very cold. I guess it's cold like me. Or is it really, just cold like you?
I'm lost and alone, and I'm afraid you'll never come back.
I need you back.
What did you not understand?
When I told you when we were still together, that I'd love you until the day I died?
When I told you after you forcefully dumped me, I'd have this problem until the day I died?
Because the day I die, in my last moments, I will finally be able to decide to give up on you.
At times, I've wanted to commit suicide.
Because if I'm not waiting for you,
I'm waiting until the day I die.
Oh look, another monologue.
Don't read this one.
Go hang with your girlfriend instead.
You already decided that's whats best for your health.
 Jan 2014 CG
Artemesia Blastside
Hey.
You.
Yeah you.

Run.

Run fast.
As fast as you can.

Don't look behind you.

Things are chasing you.

Your darkest shadows,
Your scariest nightmares,
Your red-est fears and gray-est wishes

And those are the worst, aren't they, brother?

Those terrible, preying fears that chew like Violet Beauregard, those so-close fantasies and dreams that you know deep in your toes will never happen, are the worst, am I right, sister?

Can I get an amen?


Wrong answer.

Those aren't the worst.
Oh no.

There's something else after you.
Something so purple it's black-
But not quite- it hovers on the edge of twilight and THAT is the worst of all.

You see, my friends.


I am chasing you.

I've got a soul even demons avoid.
The boogeyman hides in his closet when
I'm in bed.
If I bite a vampire, they don't turn into me,
they just die.
I eat werewolves for breakfast,
dragons for lunch,
and the devil for dinner.

So run.
Run fast.
As fast as you can.
Because I will eat you alive.

I am strong.
I am mighty.
I am cunning.
I am fearless.



At least, that's what I tell myself.
*shh
 Jan 2014 CG
Allison
Darling is it bad that I don't feel the sun anymore?
I'm afraid I've broken myself again.
Afraid that someday I'll lay down and feel the need not to push myself to wake up again.
Darling is it bad that I don't see the stars in the sky anymore?
The ones I use to lay in the grass and look up to.
The ones I use to make the same wish on every night they somehow disappeared and I can't seem to remember that wish.
Darling is it bad that sometimes I think the walls are screaming at me when I'm alone?
I don't do all that well in the quiet green room I have when no one is home.
Maybe that's why I found peace in a razor to block out the quiet
Darling is it okay to stop and not think for awhile?
Just lay in one spot and forget about it all?
Darling can I stop and think about you for a while?
I think your the only thing I like thinking about.
Being okay for a little feels good.
Feels like those walls can move and breathe around me.
Darling I'm afraid I'm not good enough anymore.
I can't fix myself like I have been trying too.
It's hard putting the pieces back together when I can't find them.
I would search my soul and my heart for these pieces that I lost but I get so tired, I gave up.
Darling is it wrong that I want to be prefect?
Prefect for you and myself so being alive doesn't have to be a chore anymore?
Darling. Don't leave.
I've already gaven up on myself that I can't have one more person write me off.
Darling would you be mad at me if I leave?
I would never leave you but if one day I disappear you can look up in the stars, that's were I'd be.
I've always found peace in stars.
Maybe I'll be one one day.
Maybe one day you will be looking up at one and it will be me.
Darling maybe you will remember the wish I always wished while looking up at me.
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