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 Oct 2014 Daisies And Stories
Sid
Fresh to death
in Sunday's best.
Plastic pressed
I left
                  the mess.
I have seen love
I have felt its tremulous
I have lost love
I have felt its void
I have yearned for love
I have known its command
I have envied love
I have been left cold
I have needed love
I have been left wanting
I have no love
I walked away
I alone
I didn't mean to
take a piece of you
much less such an important
component of your circulatory system
how does your blood pump
from head to toe?
why did you let it go?
My hands are soaked in its
blood
staining my pillows so
I'll mail it to you
by plane,
I can say
I gave you one last flight
before
leaving
w h e n  w a s the
last time you drew
me I can almost swear
I'm the first thing you
see because your pencil
always wants to draw
my nose, you know
exactly how it feels
with the ridge on
the end, and
your charcoal
sticks will always
find my eyebrows
because they're the
blackest things you've
ever had , So you've
fo r g o t t e n what
my lips feel like
but not how I
kiss always
trying to
grab your tongue
to absorb the words
you never said. So.

tell me, when was the last
time your portraits sped off
for her but turned into me?
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

one can hope.
 Oct 2014 Daisies And Stories
M
am I trying to avoid feeling
or am I trying to drown myself in it?
The core of our earth gets up to 10,800 degrees fahrenheit. This is the type of heat I know I will never experience. A force so unlike anything I have ever felt. Love does not feel like the core of the earth. It is weightless.

Lifting me off my toes. Putting gravity to disgrace. The earth gave up on holding us down. We moved through the clouds together in a slur of elation.

God let us pass by with a turned eye. Knowing that power has nothing to do with love, but giving up. Letting go. Releasing every burden held between those hinged shoulders.

The universe accepted our love. Letting us glide into an ever open space of everything we will know nothing about. Our love will be translated in space as a constellation. A phenomenon we all drop our jaws to watch and will never touch.

Our love is something like that. Unstoppable, but further away than either one of us can reach. Only for the fact that if we could define this love it would not be so special. Our telescope will tell myths about us one day. This love will stand the test of time.
Everyone should feel this kind of love.
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