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 Feb 2018 Emily Dominguez
G
him
 Feb 2018 Emily Dominguez
G
him
thundering feelings,
tightening in my chest;
heart booming.
lightning,
the electric current,
the beautiful storm in
your blue-green eyes.
the curled lips,
like rose petals.
the crinkled corners,
with small folds;
i'd never imagine
could bring so much joy.
my face
in your careful,
cupped hands;
you tell me the words,
"you are so beautiful".
i am wax;
i melt by your body heat.
inside and exhausted
i love you's,
i can't wait to
see the world with you's
i need you's
i want you's.
never in my life
do i want to lose you's.
gentle fingers
down my neck,
shudders sent
down my spine.
i see you.
i see through you,
your vessel,
to your spirit.
the one intertwined
with mine.
you,
please me,
tease me,
appease me,
my love,
please never leave me.


Our LOVE isn't a simple thread
That connects YOU and me

We are not connected at birth
Yet there is a LOVE cord
That only we know and feel

This LOVE cord nourishes our LOVE

Right from the start since
Our soul-LOVE connect happened
Our LOVE cord has
Tied our hearts together
With strings of heart-beats

The strength of our LOVE cord
Can't be compared with
A family, or a friend
Brother, sister, twins
Father-daughter, mother-son
Or any other relationship

Yet our LOVE-cord is much beyond
Every known relationships

It can't be destroyed
Nor can it be denied

This LOVE cord
withstands all tests of time
Seasons all brutal weathers and
is in-frangible than diamonds
Carrying the weight of 1000 galaxies
It ages with grace & matures with class
Illuminates our heart and glorifies our soul

Even if we are 1000 miles away
Our LOVE-cord keeps us connected...
Becoming our life-line of HOPE & LOVE
In a way that even death
Can't **** our LOVE-cord

Let us thank Nature's fate for
Connecting us by an invisible
Umbilical Cord of LOVE


We were lost in time, shouting, screaming.
What's one more second in this exile?
It's death, maybe it's love,
It's pleasure, but I can't belive you still exist,
I can't decide, I can't stay,
I know I stayed here for too long, I know it too well...
I'm a prisoner in the loop of my time,
With my mind and soul like a cage,
I don't know what can I do to escape.
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to be.
I want to be seen by them all, without anything else.

We were lost in time, shouting, screaming.
Oh, how much I want you to stay in my time,
To be here together,
For me not to be alone,
To give us that lost second.
But what is one more second in this exile.
For those who felt captive because of love
 Jan 2018 Emily Dominguez
Seema
Love me but don't hate me,
Cuddle me but don't strangle me,

Break me but don't leave me,
Trash me but don't throw me,

I give you my world, don't reject it,
My love for you is deep, I don't regret it,

Why have you changed adapting psychotic nature?
Do you have a clue of our coming future?

What future is there, you took it all,
Wired my neck like an ugly doll,

Eyes wide open gasping for freedom,
Life became short, you forced me off your kingdom,

I begged for love, future and life,
You stabbed me with your favorite knife,

Stabbed and strangled, you showed me your love,
Such an agony, you carved my face like a dove,

Laying lifeless in my own pool of blood,
He's painting on canvas using drips of my blood...


©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imagination.
I can't watch now anything
More then broken, without time or knowledge cubes.
And there were blocks and objects and everything,
Nothing to satisfy my curiosity,
We wanted more, us, all, together,
To discover, to evolve,
And maybe it was possible.
Before all of these things that are stopping us.
When our minds were open
And let the new worlds get inside,
Without borders, full of magic
And of that thing that made us smile,
Hope and belive.... That made us children.
I miss being a free child.
I don't fall in love.
I demand.
I don't kiss.
I devour.
I don't smile.
I smirk.
I don't hold hands.
I take away.
Possession
 Jan 2018 Emily Dominguez
sarah
i try not to blame her
she makes you happy
and if you deserve anything
it is to be happy but
every time i see your eyes light up at her
brighter than they ever did at me
there’s a pang of aching jealousy that
hits me and my stomach drops to the floor
i wish i could be her
i wish i had her long blond hair,
perfectly shaped lips and thin hips
i wish i could’ve made you as happy as
she makes you.

soon i’ll be gone from your memory
i’d like to say the same for you of mine but
i know the thought of you kissing her will be
enough to keep me up at night for weeks

it’s not her fault, it’s not her fault, it’s not her fault
(is it mine?)
SHE
She's lonely, but she seems happy
She's tired, but she moves forward
She's down, but she doesn't drown
She's hopeless, but she's not careless

They say she's pretty,
but she feels ugly
They say she's smart,
but she feels dumb
They say she's talented,
but she feels incompetent
They say she's strong,
but she feels weak

She has no one, but she ain't gone
And that she,


**Is me.
Out
Two damaged lovers
One who left I who stayed
You who loved someone else
I who still loved you

Yet you're still the one
Whom I don't want to be gone
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