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 Mar 2014 liza
Pushing Daisies
Her lips had turned,
A harsh shade of blue,
Her protruding veins,
Deep purple.

"I'm shaking"

She mumbled,
Nervous hand stretched out,
And trembling,
like a wilting flower.

"No wonder"

I thought,
Wrapping my arms,
Loosely around her pale limbs,
Not wanting to catch her chill.
 Mar 2014 liza
LONDIN
Her Song
 Mar 2014 liza
LONDIN
I know it's only my mind contouring his mouth into a smile and when I turn to walk away the velcro on his lips part; words like a choke-chain. But he has lyrics that remind him of somebody else etched into his hands, and she'll always be part of the plan.
He hums her song into my throat and we both pretend I don't understand.
 Mar 2014 liza
Cassidy Vautier
i popped the 20+ year old disk into the cd drive
as we began to role down the road.
something came alive
in my 35+ year old dad
who screamed along with cobain

after the twelfth song had finished
we sat in a few moments of silence
one of the only real connections
i had ever had with the man

you know,
scott and i were driving to school
on this road in 94'
someone came on the radio
announcing that kurt cobain was found dead
we stopped the car and just sat there
in the road for a long time
then we turned around and went home


i felt those words.
of everything he's ever told me
i felt that the most

music is everything great in this world
people die
music doesn't
I know it's early
(early as in 4:10 am and early as in our relationship)
but we have many factors playing against us:
well, we have many hormones in our 17 year old bodies
A little more than a month
is hardly enough
for "love" to blossom
but I don't know how else to describe the power with which
my emotions knock me breathless
(with an iron fist, I stand back up to look around
disoriented, blew a fuse
when I see you)

I've tasted purity in between your teeth
like a snack you save it for when you need it the most
when my train becomes derailed
you input spokes you help me coast
and we **** like wild horses- or ***** teenagers

I love every second of awkward silence
thank heavens I pursued through preconceived notions
of your white picket fence
walked along the path of time
opened the option
climbed over the hedges
to you

you're as soft as cotton and smell better than any fresh laundry
I will never know if you love me like I love you because
we all know which head teenage boys think with
but something in my stomach tells me you're solid

solid, armchair solid
solid, hold me steady when I need a cushiony fall solid
solid I look up and see you seeing me solid
I'm scared stiff solid you're realize
how ******* psychotic I am
and run faster than a gazelle
but I'm disgustingly insecure
I suppose we'll get used to that
 Mar 2014 liza
purple orchid
I'm staring out the taxi window
Watching the droplets of rain
Hit the ground in agony
The wailing sound of the
Clouds rubbing against
Each other in sync with the cry
Within me
I am NOT sad; neither am I happy
I just didn't see you today
And I feel as if I'm missing
A huge part of me
We haven't even spoken
I don't know the sound of
Your voice
But I know the beaming smile
That catches my eye every
Time I get to campus
The radiance in your eyes
That somehow manages to
Travel in the medium of air
And seeps in my veins
To become something deeper
And more meaningful

It's YOUR happiness that
Glints from afar that
I am missing
I didn't see my crush today. Who knew missing someone you've never spoken to felt this way?
 Mar 2014 liza
Charles Bukowski
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.
 Mar 2014 liza
Charles Bukowski
she's young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pretty
wrists
o my god,
I thought it was all working,
and now it's her again,
every time she phones you go crazy,
you told me it was over
you told me it was finished,
listen, I've lived long enough to become a
good woman,
why do you need a bad woman?
you need to be tortured, don't you?
you think life is rotten if somebody treats you
rotten it all fits,
doesn't it?
tell me, is that it? do you want to be treated like a
*******?
and my son, my son was going to meet you.
I told my son
and I dropped all my lovers.
I stood up in a cafe and screamed
I'M IN LOVE,
and now you've made a fool of me. . .
I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry.
hold me, she said, will you please hold me?
I've never been in one of these things before, I said,
these triangles. . .
she got up and lit a cigarette, she was trembling all
over.she paced up and down,wild and crazy.she had
a small body.her arms were thin,very thin and when
she screamed and started beating me I held her
wrists and then I got it through the eyes:hatred,
centuries deep and true.I was wrong and graceless and
sick.all the things I had learned had been wasted.
there was no creature living as foul as I
and all my poems were
false.
 Mar 2014 liza
Cassidy Vautier
you told me you loved
the sound of rain
beating on your rooftop

in the relenting heat of august
wearily we awaited the storm clouds to [come] in
the crack of lightning in the sky
the warm wind whipping through the green

at last a grey day
out of the blue
slowly and then all at once
all other noises were drown away
silence filled with the furious pitter patter
millions of watery needles
striking the tin roof

you were a common thought of mine
[back] in that time
fitting, i found it
to dial your number
together we basked in the tirade
of the storm

you laid in your bed
phone pressed to you face
miles away
i laid in mine
listening to your stories
with the orchestra of nature
pervading in the background

not too soon after
the room filled [with] sleepy smiles
and quiet giggles
i laid next to you
watching your eyes
as they wandered from the ceiling to mine
whispering stories to me
[the] same aqueous anthem surrounding us
that time your hands entangled with mine

tonight
the [rain] is knocking at my window
wondering where you’ve gone
our song plays dismally around the room

i'll bet you're laying in your bed
on your side listening too
i hope you wonder if i'm listening
i hope you remember
how much i loved the rain
beating on my roof

my hands reach for the cool side of the bed
where you once would have met me
i can feel your absents on my finger tips

an occurrence filled with so much content
is now filing a gaping hole in my chest
just like the reminiscent rain
your voice leaves me cold
even on the loveliest days
for the boy who bought a cd with only the content of tropical rainforest storms, so he could sleep at night. you were everything. you remain with the rain.
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