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Emilie Pece Jun 2013
It is not that I feel nothing
I do feel
Much more than I'd like to admit
So it is not that I feel nothing
It is that I feel hungrily
I feel severely and scarcely
I feel so much that my body aches
That my mind turns on me
I feel so harshly that my skin must take the fall
For my brains short comings
It is not that I feel nothing
It is that I feel too much
Emilie Pece Jun 2013
You weren't a bee
Bees are calm
And peaceful
You were a wasp
Filled with the fury of a thousand men
And a buzz that could send a child
Into a fit of tears
You promised not to hurt me
That my skin would always
Undoubtedly remain
Pure and without stings
I believed your lies
I caressed your stinger
And chose to believe
That it would never harm me
But it did
And I turned numb and cold
My skin burned like an angry fire
My eyes shone with tears
My cheeks were red as blood
I begged for you to stop
I couldn't control you
Emilie Pece Jun 2013
If you were a jellyfish
And I was the sea
I'd capture your stings
So tenderly
Emilie Pece Jun 2013
If you were a rose
I would ***** my finger
A thousand times
Just to feel your touch
For a fleeting moment
Emilie Pece Jun 2013
Maybe I am so jealous
That the essence of it
Leaks from my pores
Or maybe
I'm so tired of being a part of nothing
That my urge to be a part of everything
Is overwhelming
To the point
Of obsessive compulsions
To the point
Where it feels as though
Death has taken a seat at my doorstep
When all else has but failed
I am left with my anxiety
And I can't explain it
And no one understands
So I am alone
Emilie Pece Jun 2013
You muttered lies and empty threats
With the intention to collapse all that we’d built together.
Our empire was structurally sound
And flawless to the last detail
But you've crumpled it
With your angry footprints
And your inexplicable ability
To reek havoc upon the unsuspecting citizens
You created dysphoria in city streets
The muffled screams of children pressed into the breast of their mothers
Clinging to their shirts
For all the life that their tiny bodies had experienced
Appeared to be crashing down.
In a nanosecond everything changed
Our quiet halcyon would erupt into a volcano of misery
You played your violin on the rooftops
Listening to everything you had ever known and come to love, disappear
It spread like wildfire and soon your music was no more
Soon we lived in desolate silence
You and I
Spoon feeding the masses our hollow heap of endless lies
“Hush my people, everything will calm once more if you only do as we say.”
That night we all passed bitterly away
The cold overtook our shaking bodies
And curdled our blood like sour milk
My last sight was you
A sinister smile spreading across your chapped lips
“The end” you whispered, as you grabbed my hand
“Is here.”
Emilie Pece Jun 2013
I want to grow old
In the palms of your hands,
Wrapped endlessly around you
Like a grape on a vine.
I want to fall in love
The way I once fell in love
With the sunset
While I sat on the beach
In the middle of nowhere
Contemplating the direction of my life
I want to be yours
In the way no one has ever been
Anybody's anything before.
I want to stay forever in your eyes
As I am now
Sweet
Small
Innocent and lovely
As is the beginning of spring
When the world starts to flourish
And the best you can do
Is watch in amazement
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