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 Mar 2015
Anne Sexton
"Do you like me?"
I asked the blue blazer.
No answer.
Silence bounced out of his books.
Silence fell off his tongue
and sat between us
and clogged my throat.
It slaughtered my trust.
It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.
We exchanged blind words,
and I did not cry,
and I did not beg,
blackness lunged in my heart,
and something that had been good,
a sort of kindly oxygen,
turned into a gas oven.
Do you like me?
How absurd!
What's a question like that?
What's a silence like that?
And what am I hanging around for,
riddled with what his silence said?
 Feb 2015
Mark The Vagabond
Your eyes make me realize i want you
Your lips make me wish that you cared
Your hairs smell has me ensnared
Enthralled in you to my despair
 Feb 2015
Mark The Vagabond
Your mind is a mountain i wish i could climb
Your eyes are like water i wish i could drink
Your soul is so pure
No one set to taint it
Im given the chance
With pain I'm aquatinted

You were so cool though
I never thought id feel at home
Being left alone to suffer
Love was lost again
Start looking for another
To find that it is pointless
Searching for the one
Who puts you in the sky
To blaze just like the sun

You'll find your flame short-lived
You'll find that you are falling
Not deeper in love
To dirt where bugs are crawling
You hit the ground and live
Get up and can't walk
But still have love to give

Sit with broken legs, or maybe get some pegs
You'll have a better look
For turning females heads

Then you'll find the one
Then you'll find your lover
Just you your love and pegs
Dissolving in each other
 Feb 2015
Gypsy
The bitter end
The taste of velvet
Slipping down my weary throat
I hold my head towards familiar faces
All their eyes
Blue
The cloth slips around my neck
The wool scratches at me
Like the claws of a midnight shadow
Creeping 'cross the cradle
For a whisper
For death
I close my eyes
The earth beneath me shatters
Like glass the door breaks loose
My body breaks
My soul releases from this cage
This broken,
Withered,
Rotten cage.
But their eyes were still blue.
 Feb 2015
Alyssa
Mommy always said
I had expensive taste
I guess that's why
your champagne skin
left me drunk
with the empty bottle dangling from my limp fingers.
I must ask,
do you think of me still?
Cover your lips with
honey
before you answer;
sugarcoat it as best you can.
43
tiring days later
and I have yet to master
being able to say your name
under a relaxed jaw.
I wonder if this will get
any easier
to accept; until then,
cheers
to those intoxicating bubbles
soaking up
in your bones' winter quilt.
I'll leave you a glass on the table.



Copyright ©  2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
Basically poured my emotions onto the paper the night I wrote this. Any comments and/or advice is of course welcome, I love hearing from you guys .**
 Feb 2015
Mark The Vagabond
I used to have a god, His shoulders always freezing. I heard that they were warm and in your life they were appeasing. Iv never heard him speak, iv never felt his presence. Iv never seen his face, you say you'v felt his grace? so wonderfully described. I heard that with his essence people feel way more alive.

Jumping in the churches, Running round in circles. Confidence emerges when good fortune comes through worship..Or so it seems, luckily serene. Nothing there to pester you no demons wolves or fiends. God is watching over you from heavens you are seen. You give his building money so they have the funds to feed..a god fearing mind all the ******* that it needs.

I was raised a christian, told that id find joy if i had given god submission.
They said that if i prayed enough my holy dad would listen.. Right..
Sitting in the night, Hands together tight. I hope that you respond, maybe this time he might. Maybe ill see a sign, or my mind receive an answer. Time is passing by..my faith for you is cancer.

I see things clearly now, the rain has passed me by. I meditate alone, awaken my third eye. Become one with myself, no god inside my soul. The rain has passed me by..it drenched me in the cold.
 Feb 2015
Jeffrey Pua
She kissed me on perfect spaces,
     With stars,
          Into constellations.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
 Feb 2015
FallenAngel93
Mirror, Mirror, on my wall,
I just want to be thin, pretty, and tall.

Mirror, Mirror, if I change my hair
Maybe someone will start to care.

Mirror, Mirror, If I starve myself,
at least I'll be beautiful, forget my health.

Mirror, Mirror, If I cut my wrist,
will I feel like I exist.

Mirror, Mirror, Don't you see?
what you show, is ruining me..
 Feb 2015
Mark The Vagabond
Some flowers dance while some wilt and die, some dogs eat other dogs to survive. Success will hide from you like a spider that escaped. Clarity's legs open wide no restraint.

When your finally inside, success within your grasp because theres no place left to hide. Hands in the sky hold your pride for all to see, Success is in my grasp in the dark it called to me.
 Feb 2015
Jeuden Totanes
You gorgeous *******.
I like you.
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