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 May 2014 Miira
Chloe Elizabeth
Lust
 May 2014 Miira
Chloe Elizabeth
He listened
To her laugh
As if it was a symphony
And she hung
On his words
Like they were vines

By Chloe Elizabeth
Another little excerpt from a short story I wrote a couple months ago.
 May 2014 Miira
Emily Von Shultz
I've got my eyes slighty squinted,
as we spin round on a carnival ride.
I can almost smell the ocean from here,
as it washes in with the tide.

I can feel the dangling of my untied shoelaces,
and I can see people's faces
blurring with the bright colours of their clothes.
I am wearing my light grey dress,
and we are both laughing,
our hair is tangling together in a ginger and blonde mess.

I catch a glare of sunlight in my eyes,
so I close them and watch purple and green patterns dance
against the darkness of my eyelids,
I open them to realize that
no longer are we kids.

We are in the back seat of your car,
it's 2 AM and it's raining outside,
no longer are we on the carnival ride.
You try to tickle me in a flirtatious way,
and when I say I have to leave,
you beg me to stay.
I say goodnight,
and hug you tight.

Then,
Slowly,
I bring my face closer to yours,
and kiss you gently.

You kiss me back.
Once,
Twice,
and again.
Our lips begin to dance together,
Waltzing to the rhythm of the rain.

The scent of your skin fills my lungs,
and it adds a sensual feeling
to the embracement of our tongues.

Your hand slips beneath my shirt
as I pull yours off,
it feels like my heart is free of all its hurt.
Wandering hands in the darkness of night,
my eyes are fixated on you,
admiring your body in flickering streetlight.

Your breathing becomes shallow,
and I feel like you want me,
only me.
But I know now that it's just...
Lust.
 May 2014 Miira
Unrequited Love
Lust
 May 2014 Miira
Unrequited Love
I dream of your lips pressed against mine.With your hands exploring my body while you press me up against a wall.

I imagine you leaving me with hickeys, scratches and bite marks.
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I think of cloths scattered on the floor and of you pressing me to you so there is no space between us.

I don't want flowers, chocolates and love.
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I want lip biting, messy sheets and lust.
I want pure unadulterated passion
 May 2014 Miira
spm
Lust
 May 2014 Miira
spm
your hot breath Consumes my ears
my neck, Victim to your tongue
Heated Passion
with kisses that Burn
 May 2014 Miira
Shin
Bipolar
 May 2014 Miira
Shin
I
Heard a voice
speaking words of joy
just listen, ignore the noise
and you will find it, like an old toy
or
you might not
maybe you'll just laugh
while the children sit and rot.
it's okay though, life is just a gaffe.
 May 2014 Miira
Jordan Frances
I want to be okay
I just want to give up.
I hate drama
I find it amusing.
I am trying to get better
I am not trying at all.
I like myself
I'm a stupid *****.
My friends are my rock
No one likes me anymore.
I can block out flashbacks that I don't care to remember.
I think about what happened to me every second of the day.
I'll get over this.
I don't know how to move on.
I've got it all together
I am falling
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 May 2014 Miira
Holly Anderson
The worst part about falling
is not when you hit the bottom.
Not getting back up after the fall.
Not when you have to let go,
Not when you have to move on.

The worst part about falling
is knowing that you are slipping.
Knowing you are slipping, deep down
into a pit of demons and despair.
Knowing you are breaking.
Knowing you will be held hostage
by the devil inside you.

Knowing you need help,
but when you finally cry out,
no one is there to save you.
And you just have to allow yourself to fall.
 May 2014 Miira
Tessa F
Bipolar
 May 2014 Miira
Tessa F
Scars of tear-streaked shame
Or proud tiger-striped strength.
Which are they?
Tonight let's flip the coin.
Self love or self loathing,
Which shall it be?
 May 2014 Miira
Cole Atkinson
i'll hate
and then
i'll love.
 May 2014 Miira
Xyns
Bipolar
 May 2014 Miira
Xyns
I'm happy one minute
And then you flip
And so do I

One minute I'm in love
And rightly so
But then you decide to speak

You like to take anything
That brings us joy
And crush it

Well, we won't pretend anymore
You've lost now
It's all over now

We aren't under your control
You're just going to lose us
But we belong here

And so I'll fight for them
Against you
And do what I know to do

So while you flip and flop
Change your emotions
I'll be emotionless

Because none of us can stand it
Any longer with you
Living Bipolar
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