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 Jun 2014 Chloe
Brian Gibson
"It may be stormy where you are now,
as you sail through rough seas.
And you wish to get back somehow
where there is solid ground and trees.

This is when you look to the coast
at the people who love you most.

They are a beacon, a lighthouse,
guiding you to safety.
And all you must do,
all you must promise them,
is that you will sail on bravely."
Dedicated to a friend of a friend, who is battling cancer.
 Jun 2014 Chloe
Abigail de Jesus
I fell in love with you,
But I was scared to.
I told you the secrets of mine,
And you made me feel fine.

Your face bloomed like a sweet flower,
You casted away my feelings of sour.
From your bright eyes you took my heart,
But that was just the start.
You looked so calm and beautiful despite it all,
Even when you caught me after my fall.

Each lover has a theory of their own,
Of being together, of being alone.

We stay together through every season,
But we sometimes fight without reason.
Our love goes beyond the seas and skies.
I see our love shinning inside your eyes.

You don't know that you're perfect to me,
In the mirror, what do you see?
Don't you see a smile as warm as your sweater?
Or eyes that could love forever?
Don't you see that you're perfect to me?
This is very cheesy.
 Jun 2014 Chloe
ray
Sleep
 Jun 2014 Chloe
ray
I.
I should probably get some sleep
3am is not a time for pouring out sorrows onto paper
The morning is too young and the stars too bright

II.
I should be dreaming of
blue eyes and summer nights
Instead I am writing of old heartbreaks
and drowning in my fifth cup of coffee

III.
My mother reckons I should get some sleep
When she finds me in the morning
Lights on, slumbering into the warm keyboard
And grocery bags under my eyes
Big enough that I stumble trying to lift them

IV.
I should probably get some sleep
When my thoughts start to get obscene
And I am dialing numbers that I shouldn’t be
But sometimes I find it difficult
To lie down in a peaceful rest
When I don’t know if there’s anything worth waking up to
 Jun 2014 Chloe
ray
First Kiss
 Jun 2014 Chloe
ray
It was dark
I scaled the walls
Feeling them with shaking hands
Laughter was heard from outside the door
Probably my friends messing around
Unaware of my absence
I’m conscious of hands on my sides
He said he wanted to talk
What an odd way to start a conversation.

I could see the outline of his face through the dim light
Knowing that behind the shadows
Were the coffee eyes I melted in everyday
I could feel them pulling through the haze
Slowly closing as he pulled my waist to his
And then soft hands on my cheeks
Pressure on my lips
Hello foreign tongue,
Nice weather today
What an odd way to start a conversation.

My eyes were wide open
And I know that’s not how you’re supposed to kiss
(Not from experience or anything)
But I couldn’t grasp the situation
Years and years I had been waiting for this
It was great
Made my heart flutter in all the right ways
About half way in I realized
That back of my hand was a very bad kisser
But at least it didn’t drag me into an empty fire escape
What an odd way to start a conversation.

After a few minutes I pulled away
Lips tingling
I could feel the blood rushing to my head
Swinging my vision in violet loops
I looked up and could see him finally
My eyes adjusting to the gloom  
He smiled and stroked my hair
‘I thought you wanted to talk’
‘You should have seen that coming’
‘Maybe’
What an odd way to start a conversation.
 Jun 2014 Chloe
ray
Shrinking
 Jun 2014 Chloe
ray
I saw sparks
When you entered my life that hot August day
They flamed up with the fireworks
That shot from my heart with its every beat

You saw thick thighs
And in some cases that’s not bad
Every woman needs curves, right?
I had too many

My personality shrunk with my body
I was no longer alive
Just a shrinking mass
Heavy weight trying to float on water

I saw a fire
When I looked at myself in the mirror
My body the smoke
But there was no flame, unless you stuck your arm in

You saw my shrinking flame
And blew on it
Because oxygen fuels fire
But we exhale carbon dioxide
Now there is nothing left to shrink
Maybe it’s for the better
 Jun 2014 Chloe
Andrew Kerklaan
A peeling shadow turns to watch me as a passerby

Sliding flush with their surroundings...

Invisible

All details are distorted--Black

Blotting all that I see

Silent it's communicator
                                             These transmissions you receive...

An eerie glow

Unnatural; a lifeless shade of dull white turning blue

                                  

                                     Momentarily mesmerising...



I tear my thoughts away

Mind clouded

Reality snaps back in check!



Shade figures subsiding...

Walking through their gaunt doorways



Reminiscing



All time is forgotten...
                                       ...But for now



A painted shadow on the window blind

Is all that's left to see
 Jun 2014 Chloe
MaryJane Doe
I'm fine
   A fine line
One you've crossed
The final time
  
This fine line of mine
   Has come to define
The space between
  What we say
     And what we mean

It's become so wide
  All that's left
    Is a chasm
A divide

You've crossed me again
  Were going down that line
Hanging in the void  
   Wearing thinner over time

Were goin down
   Were going down the line
Falling once again
  If only It wasn't so fine
 Jun 2014 Chloe
CA Guilfoyle
a garden fence of wooden slats
giant poppies bloom and fill the gaps
brightest petals, orange

white birds of summer  
will mend, with twine and twig
windy nests of a northern winter

today, only an indigo sea
of lavender bees, will hum
like gold, beneath the sun

no frowning clouds will come
only morning glory flowers will bloom
blue as sky, blue as heaven
 Jun 2014 Chloe
Riot
hard
 Jun 2014 Chloe
Riot
today
he said he loved me again
my one and only friend
he said that it would never
happen again

so i cried
prayed
cut away the pain
i wasn't good enough
that's why he hurt me
right?

it's hard to figure out
why you're a punching bag
why everynight
he comes home drunk
and with your hair
he drags you
to his bedroom
the only thing you couldn't do
escape

he was too strong
you fell in love with how strong he was

so you let yourself
be his punching bag
as long as he said
i love you
nevermind the punches
and drags
because his "tough love"
was all the love you had

it was hard to figure out
why he was so mad

so they lived their lives again
sins commeted
deed done
she just tried not to let him influence
her one and only son
because it's
hard
to look at your parents
as heros
when your father is the villian
your father bonds with you the most
but you need to
stay away from him
but it's
hard

when your father controls
your every
single
move

you grow up seeing your father hit girls
it doesn't matter to you
you wanna do it to

so you get in fights at school
there's a pool
of teachers
asking you
why do you act so cool?

coming to school
with bruises
as if there's nothing else to do

the crule
punching bag rules
change
when it's not you

you see your child
bleeding
crying
you die inside

you protected him with all your heart
but you can't do anything outside
the overwhelming sadness
brings you to the ketchen

she knows she can't go back
next time she sees him
he's drunk again
it's time again

for her to remember
everything he did

remembering the ****** lyrics
to her own sad song
taking out the knife
as he stumbles along
she thrusts

as if this is the only way to breathe
her son comes home from school
right after she cleans

he asks
"where is daddy
where has he gone?"

it was hard to speak for years
but the one thing she said was
"right where he belongs"
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