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 Sep 2013 Ek
Sarah
The pull
 Sep 2013 Ek
Sarah
I can't remember a time
That I didn't hear it or feel it calling out to me
Pulling me toward it.
Whatever it is it feels so natural
Like breathing.
I feel it in the autumn air
A sunset
A rip roaring fire across the sky
On a fall night
Where I stand
arms out
Hands Open
Head back
Barefoot in the sand
An ocean of time spread out in front of me
On the ***** of my feet
Savoring the feel of the wind in my hair
Laughing as I run down the beach
And I feel it
When the sky turns cobalt
And the stars show their face
Shining like jewels in the black abyss
And I feel it when Its raining
And I run outside
The thunder cracks across the sky
I feel it as the freezing water
empties across my body
In my eyelashes
Under my nails
Behind my knees
Down my hair and across my spine
The lightning flashes
For a moment
Time
Stops
And people don't see the broken girl I am
They don't see my empty heart
Or my empty hands
Or the nothingness I can offer to the world
What they do see Is a girl
with crazy hair like a halo of curls around my face
They see wild eyes and stretched out arms
An open mouth filling up with rainwater
Bare feet and pale skin
And they see the thing practically alive inside of me.
Its freedom
And its everything I long for as I become locked back up inside myself again.
 Sep 2013 Ek
Joey
stars implode
 Sep 2013 Ek
Joey
gloom looks so good on you
we're doomed. theres no room for two.
a stagnent game of islolation
ironic, chronic concentration

on rainy days
wet shadows play
the melancholy dries away
caught between a dying sun, a loaded gun, the ides of May.

******, ****** desolation
injected with the sweet sensation
in loving hate, you despise creation
we are deep. unconscious. animations.

i like, i hate, i love, i loath
schizophrenic panic mode
like me, hate me, love me cold.
i watch the stars

and stars implode.
 Sep 2013 Ek
Sarah
In the dream I'm running
The beach is fogged
and every breath
Feels like I'm inhaling water,
I'm suffocating.
And I'm trying to save you.
I see your head just barley
bobbing up and down in the water
And I try to jump into the waves that have been home to me for as long as I can remember
But I'm glued to the spot.
Your head doesn't come up
And I collapse to my knees, sobbing
Because I know, that I know, that I know
I'm too late.
I wake up sweating, screaming
3:24
I roll over on instinct and open my voicemails,
It's a muscle memory now,
I've kept those voicemails since you died.
And I listen to your words
And I wonder why you did what you did
And I can almost always tell what your feeling
Your voice tells it all
The memories are there
And I cry for a little girl who thought
every family was like this
I dont know if I can forgive you
For leaving me mom-less by choice.
So as your talking lulls me to sleep
I dream again
"Don't you know, Sarah Bella, that every shell on this beach is different and unique and there are millions of them. That's a lot like people too. People come in different shapes and sizes an colors but they all share the sand, and the ocean, and the sky. So keep that in your heart forever. You always have the sky"
I laugh at my mommy cause her words don't make any sense. But I stop laughing when she pops 4 pieces of white candy in her mouth. She's not very happy when she takes her candy.
"and I'll always have the sky too. Always"
 Sep 2013 Ek
Ting-Jun
100
 Sep 2013 Ek
Ting-Jun
100
I'm falling from a hundred feet
and I don't know how I feel

A hundred feet
a hundred thoughts
a hundred poems I wrote for you

A hundred feet
of me questioning if anything was real
if anything was true

A hundred feet
Ninety
Eighty
Seventy
But everything else remains the same

A hundred lives I'd sacrifice for you
A hundred fools
All of them for you

Sixty
Fifty
Forty
Thirty feet to go

But now the tears begin to flow
Thirty
Forty
Fifty
Sixty

Rewind time and step back
or is it too late for goodbyes?

I knew
I knew
I knew within my heart –

I knew it was too good to be true
 Sep 2013 Ek
Mike Hauser
a slight tingle beneath the skin
let's little out and little in
as memories flood of where you've been

they will forever whisper alice

when what you knew you thought you knew
is no longer holding true
as mountain winds are passing through

on the breeze they whisper alice

a ****** of crows are left behind
on this the darkest of lives
they fillet the soul but leave the mind

as the beat of their wings whisper alice
for my friend...alice
 Sep 2013 Ek
Sarah
The art of hating yourself
Is not easily achieved.
It takes motavation,
Words whispered across lunch rooms,
"Ugly, fat, stupid, freak"
It takes observation,
Hours staring at the pretty faces in the magazine,
Hours of trying hard to be something else
Hours feeling more lost then when you started.
It takes practice,
Feeling insecure as you walk down the hallway
Refusing food during the day,
doing crunches by night.
And of course it takes a certain type of person
For it to really take over the mind
A perfectionist
A person with a bad past or a uncertain future
A girl who blames herself
A girl who knows its her fault
If you are truly serious
about embarking on this journey,
This journey of unsatisfaction and secrecy,
Pushing people away and always, always
Craving,
Striving,
Searching,
Starving,
Needing,
That promise of perfection,
Take a class from the master
Or two
Or three
She's right here in town
The most dedicated and driven
The best of the best
She has cultivated
The Art of Hating herself
And she's the person I see in the mirror
Staring right back at me
 Aug 2013 Ek
Morgan
Naive
 Aug 2013 Ek
Morgan
You come to a city,
oozing pain from its very core.
Well, hey, you only find
what you're looking for...
I see you playing your sad game of
Who Hurts More.
I just hope for your sake
you maintain the lowest score.
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