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 May 2018
lara
it all feels like disease and i want to strip my bones raw; manic
(sugar rush deity)

what am i to you… what are you to me, aside from endearing silhouettes; pixie
(mumbling shy songs)

in an ocean of violents in bloom we speak artificial prayer; dream
(cloaked in starry-eyed acapella—thats what they think, no?)

i surrender to your clarity and intensity and charm and beauty that my hands are too numb and dull to touch; girl

and then comes wrath: a dewy vileness teetering on the brink of your 9th life
now hell has harnessed my chest, for it is with deep regret and shaky sobs that every opening and crack in my body emits rotten remains of our silent war…

but there are still heartfelts i never mustered up the courage to let go of:

thank you for tip-toeing around broken strings to reach out once more, twice more
thank you for enduring my futile voyages through resentment
thank you for soaking all my insanity in like sunlight and excreting back out a gentle rainfall
 May 2018
Michael Angelo
My thoughts
Devolve into
Simple acts of
Survival.
Reactions
To an
Indigo dream.
Something happens
And there I go
Scream,
Silently into my
Pillow.
But it's just a reflex.
Emotions don't correlate
Because I feel nothing
As of late.
I engage in blasé
Soliloquies
About how this
Laissez-faire
Demeanor toward
A life I don't care  for
Can't be healthy,
But I never learnt French
So I'm not too concerned.
Memories of happiness
Are etched; burned
To the back of my skull,
But when I close my eyes
All I see
Is darkness.
My thoughts
Meaninglessly devolve
Into poems that
Bear no weight
On the severity of my problem.
I simply react
By writing them down
Anyway.
 Apr 2018
Gabriel burnS
I’m genuinely open-palmed to rain… and that skin of yours falling unto... my whole topography… gently sifting… summer showers from… salacious cumulus seduction… I wonder why there’s no escaping bliss… that indescribably sweet torture of… how good it feels to pull apart those ribs… and rip the last remaining strands of victimization... under the influence of sentient ambrosia… and the rivers break out galloping… splashing pirouettes on river banks… caressing, kissing, caressing, kissing… tenderness and passion… drowning hands tightly clenched, screaming madly… “I want you”…
 Apr 2018
Colzz MacDonald
Laying in the dark                        ¦   longing for your touch
Our hearts and minds lost          ¦   in devotedness
Tender memories                         ¦   of us together
How I long to feel                        ¦   again your sweet caress

Close my eyes, I see                     ¦   over distant shores
Where the whitest doves            ¦   soar in perfect flight
I hear deftly call                           ¦   to my heart and soul
When you're away                      ¦   your cry in the night

Everlastingly                                ¦   I can feel you close
And I will find you                     ¦   deep within my heart
Where heaven is fond                ¦   of all we create
In virtue of it                               ¦   we're never apart

And now these arms ache         ¦   to embrace you still
In a tender kiss                            ¦   we shall lock our lips
Sitting side by side                     ¦   As we often do
Your soft hair flowing               ¦   through my fingertips

Waiting with the sun                ¦   as morning rises
In my burning heart                 ¦   I cherish you true
The warmth through the miles¦  finds us as it planned
Wherever you are                      ¦  I'll be there with you

Because forever                          ¦  I hold you only
I will be the one                          ¦  You long to be near
You can't stop your heart          ¦  beating just for me
Our eternity                                 ¦  Will make it so clear

Reality is not truth
It's how you feel reigns supreme
Close your eyes to be with me
In veritable slumber, we *dream
 Dec 2017
Idiosyncrasy
Choosing you was a mistake
     but then
              you
made
         v
           e
             r
              y
                t
                  h
                     i
                       n
                          g
                                right.
I hate you.
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