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I have showed you everything
ripped off, fluttering from my chest
the ink-blotched words,
desperation
to become a best-seller
a classic
a literary masterpiece
if only i was
that complex.
I am an open book, soaked through with bile
redundant pages no one touches
they fall into your hands
out of my throat,
ink-blotched and
simple.
  Aug 14 fish-sama
Rastislav
Sometimes, I hear a song
through someone
else’s headphones,
 too quiet to name
 but loud enough to feel.

I never ask what it is.
Letting it stay anonymous
 feels more honest.
It’s not mine.
I was just near it.

A violin behind a closed door
  in an apartment I’ll never enter.
Footsteps on an old wooden floor above me
  like a rhythm nobody meant to write.
A man humming in the metro
  not to perform,
  but because he’s alone
    and forgot the world has ears.

There are moments I’ve been completely undone
  by a melody I never fully heard.

Half of it lost to the train.
Half of it blurred by walls.
But something in me
  was tuned
    just right
      to catch what escaped.

We think music is what’s played.
But maybe it’s also what passes through
      when we weren’t looking.
      When we didn’t try to hold it.
      Or name it.
      Or own it.
fish-sama Aug 12
Clara,
skin shining under the lamplight,
stuffed ******* leaking blood,
stretched across the plate,
trembling below me.
Rivulets of red iron,
tears, salt,
flesh, between
my teeth,
I chew,
crushing the
fibers,
perfectly tender
I swallow.
Written by one of the characters from my story (Mortis)
  Jul 28 fish-sama
Feyre
And I remember thinking—
I wish someone would look at me that way.
As if they had battled it for a lifetime,
Through seasons and snow and sun -
Across cities and oceans and mountains
In innocent youth and wearied age,
As if they had finally surrendered and had no choice but to look.

In the way it takes all a person’s will and strength to look away
And they have been worn down, beaten, bruised
To the point of weakness, of giving up.
And now, all they are left with is their truest self, exposed down to the bone
& no strength to battle the inevitable
Draw of their eyes to mine.

I want someone to look at me as if I am their lifeline,
And their death-bringer.
fish-sama Jul 27
i hate writing
in short lines—
snapping into
indigestible
chunks.
Just kidding :)
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