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 Apr 2015 E
Megan Grace
point c
 Apr 2015 E
Megan Grace
(I) seaweed skin
today there is a
crevice where my
lungs used to be

(II) brass arteries
i took the long
way to work this
morning trying
to sidetrack my
mind with new
roads but there
are some bits of
you creeping up
my spine and
burrowing into
my hair and
nuzzling my ear
i had thought that
by now i would be
able to take breaths
without chunks of
sentences meant for
you breaking off
from my bronchial
tubes but they are
somehow still lodged
in there like they
have been called home

(III) umbrella heart
i used to wish no one
would ever touch me
ever touch me ever
touch me because their
fingerprints would last
too long and i can't scrub
them off like i want to
please let this be different
please let this be the end
of you aching at the base
of my skull and robbing
me of my purple dreams
and green hopes i want
to feel myself in my arms
instead of you
 Apr 2015 E
Madeysin
Revalation
 Apr 2015 E
Madeysin
I read other girls poetry, sounding like whole hearted whispers, I read mine, hard winded sand storms. I'd apologize, but I've fallen in love with my writing half heartedly. Like a *****, or a mechnical robot. Stuck in a time warp, sinking in solitude. Who knows when I'll come back, but I'll write. And that'll be enough. So fall out of love, fall out of hate, but please don't forget what I wrote. Never a legend, always a poet. & that's **** near close...
 Apr 2015 E
Molly
Crouched in a bath
in a house in my hometown.
5AM and the moon's out.
Kevin hands me a rolled up bank note,
and tells me I'm innocent
all in one breath.

There's blood on my hands,
rolling down my wrist.
Big, fat, poppy teardrops
blooming like the cherry trees
in my university.
Home is a funny thing.

I'm not a cool kid.
Just a drugged up, loved up,
half pretty girl with a good brain.
Mad
after the wrong people
in love with every
broken soul.

I'm just chasing dreams
and welded differentials,
the car turns and screams.
One hand on the steering wheel
and one on my thigh -
can't you just need me for a weekend?
Can't you just
sigh your little promises
and chew my ear?
 Apr 2015 E
Madeysin
One time someone told me,
         They had chosen words for me,
                           I cried,
            Casting them into the ocean,
  They were words I would've never spoken,
                       Please do tell,
           Did you ever know me at all
  I watched as a wave swallowed them whole.
 Apr 2015 E
Megan Grace
House
 Apr 2015 E
Megan Grace
god help me i want to believe
that i am      something worth
holding somethingworthgold
or   silver   something   worth
rippingthethreadsaround the
edges of your heart  i used to
believe i was the sun and   all
itssiblingsbutnow i am afraid
i  will  only   ever   b e   bones
s  t  r  e  t  c  h  e  d  andheldso
tightly under too pale s k i n  i
want to  wrap  my  thin  arms
around you   until you think i
am  t h e  holy land until your
two breaths to my one  are  in
s  y  n      c  o      p  a     t  i  o  n
until   we     are   whole   again
 Apr 2015 E
Miranda Renea
Today I did nothing, except
Pick flowers from trees and
Arrange them in a bowl full
Of water. Oh, and I suppose
Fed a homeless man with two
Packs of sardines and tea.
It's sort of silly, this is the
Happiest I've been in a week,
Or two. Or perhaps even three.
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