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I am sore
and I don't know if the marks on my neck are from you
tiny capillaries burst from a night of intimacy
or from a drunken mistake.

I am tired
a tired that can't be fixed by sleep
but by you kissing my nose and smiling
I'm sorry I made silent promises I couldn't keep.

I wanna be your peach
And I want you to be my plum
but I don't know if you can be my earth
Because I'm no ******* sun.
call me back I'm sorry
~•||\::/ ||•~

Have We no Words to say?
I ask as You ask
the Silence all the same,
wakes from Stillborn Being
not far away, remains in the quiet
sake of Sacred Space.

Twas our yearning,
reaching out into each-
other's Hearts
which sought to reach
the higher Mind,
pulling up so as to meet
the precipice of our feet.

Unbreakable, the ground
feels sound of solid mound to most,
but still, some weep
the warmth of safety.

We have birthed the Heavens
with each Word,
Let our Will be brave and mighty,
vaster than the vastest Sea,
be th'essence of Eternity.
Manifest intent through Prayer,
from unending patient Plea,

We are One
Visionary


We are never gone away
thus We may not stray
from Fruited Path
paved upon Community
of much the finest Character,
of such the likes as We.
Courting Connection from out of the Silence
Soporific nightmare,
While I wander,
Beckons for me to follow.
Inviting cliff,
Of shattered scribe,
Dismisses my plain apparel.
Where is the escape,
If now is neither here nor there.
If then is just a dream,
Faltering in the dark.
My Nyctophobia,
Claims to be an excuse.
Residing in a subsiding sky,
In a silent ocean,
In the wings of the chrysalis,
Of my fallen butterfly.
co·thur·nus
kōˈTHərnəs/
noun
an elevated style of acting in classical tragic drama.
We were never meant to be.
The poetry I wrote,
**You didn't read.
Slow as the thunder cries,
Fast as the rain sleeps,
Gone like the little birds,
Blowing in the breeze.
I don't have an excuse....I have a story.
i have never been kissed
but my friend told me about hers
she's grounded
because he left a hickey
and i don't even know his name but i know what he tastes like
because she's just so **** happy that she's finally had her first kiss
and another friend was talking about kissing her other friend
she's my friend too, i guess
but they're girls, and i have no problem with that
honestly
but they're not even gay
and they're kissing just for fun
on a dare
and i know that i could never even pay someone to kiss me
because i know what i am
and that is not romantic
i know that i am  a monster with a crooked back
and a sad smile
who laughs like a kraken at terrible jokes
and rude towards people
and tries to fit in just a little bit more
and i know that i could never even pay someone to kiss me
because i don't even know the first thing about it
and i don't even know what's happening around me
but i only care about a kiss
and that's really not the best thing for the world
but to me it matters
is it supposed to matter so much?
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