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 Nov 2013 Delaney Marie
Morgan
We're caught somewhere between
falling in love with ourselves
and wishing we were someone else
 Nov 2013 Delaney Marie
Morgan
he sang beautifully until he began
to scream; i slept peacefully
until the nightmares set in
he had the vastness of a constellation
& i had the willpower of a telescope
i thought if i connected his veins
with the tip of my finger,
we'd learn to find each other
so i followed his voice every time
it trailed off but i always got lost
somewhere between what was
said and the reasons why
i studied the patterns in his
palms; he fell asleep in my arms
the desire to understand the
apathy in his eyes
was not the same as
the desire to love his insides
 Nov 2013 Delaney Marie
Jay
They say it's wise
to never fall in love with
a poet.
They say a poet is
troubled and hurt
that they are constantly
tortured.
They say a poet is in love
with everybody at once,
that if you fall,
you're nothing special.
They say a poet despises
the human condition.
They say a poet doesn't have
money and never will.
They say a lot of things about
poets.
But I'm sure they've never heard
what a poet has to say about them.
Because if they did,
they would find it impossible
not to love a poet.
 Oct 2013 Delaney Marie
Jay
The Five
 Oct 2013 Delaney Marie
Jay
During the night
my hands start their
journey creeping across my
bed looking for you
reaching out into the void
hoping to God that you were there
They are searching
for your warmth
and those familiar curves
of your silhouette
They've been aching
and longing for
you
for a lifetime
but all they find
is that vast empty space
of darkness
where I last
misplaced my heart


very far away.
I used to breathe my poems onto you with heavy sighs
my words would stain you as though they were written deep with blue ink
and you would hesitate to rinse yourself of the day

you didn't want me to disappear

and now you are vigorously scrubbing your skin
my words are faded markings that even I cannot make out
and you will remember me for all the wrong reasons
 Oct 2013 Delaney Marie
yornikan
It's happening again
You've somehow traveled back into my mind
As I lay here sleepless
Staring at my vacant ceiling
Oblivious to everything but my thoughts
How you used to join me at this time
And hold me in the dark
After I would vigorously tickle you and tell you corny jokes
When you told it was hard to make you laugh
I'd explain how awful my day has been without you
And that you're the reason I know how to love
But that doesn't happen these nights anymore
And all that  lingers here is faded memories
To keep me up through my endless night

z.s
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