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this body is not a canvas for your deepest demons to be smeared across. it is not the foundation for your falling house wishes or your grand estate failures. it is not divine, it is not hallowed ground, do not pepper it with prayer. there will be no answer. this body is a howling wasteland and the creatures brave enough to venture near will be your violent undoing. it is angry ocean and you are a sinking ship; it will accept your anchors but not your pleas.

this body is not love it is not worship it is hell and I am its prisoner.
BLAH*
BLAH
BLAH
Said the radio, I was too interested in
Listening to *you,
your words coated my
Ears.
Thoughts,
Mind
Thinking should I listen or kiss,
Kiss or listen, did you notice
The way you looked at me,
Did I realise I was hooked from the
First kiss,
My heart would stop to listen to
You, I would breath then beat
Was this love,
The radio, what the "HELL"
Was it always playing so many love songs
"OK" breath
This was a first,
My god,
I
Am
In
Love,
I am in love, I liked it
The sound rolled off my tongue,
O crap did you feel the same?
Could,
Would,
If
I said it would you laugh, giggle
Run a mile, dust my only friend
I asked
"Can I ask, say something"
"I LOVE YOU"
"What"
You replied
Shock,
Fear,
Rejection
Were the thoughts hopefully not showing
Like a picture show upon my face,
"I LOVE YOU TO"
You said smiles and ease,
We spoke together
"I thought I was the only one"
Giggles ensued, laughter
Then that kiss we had both yearned for,
No longer just dating, this was what we both wanted *"LOVE"
i wonder if everytime i think of you

that you think of me

if so, i'd like to apologize

for keeping you so busy
Sleep has grown tired
of my demands.
I ask more of it
on shortened nights.
Seduced by warmth.
Betrayed by sudden
consciousness.
I stir, I sit
I speculate.
Perhaps the moon,
she nudges me in my sleep;
to wake and keep her company.
A meandering mist
leaks from your
barely parted lips.
I am in awe
at the slow motion
spectre.
If only my open mouth
could catch it,
perhaps it wouldn't haunt me so...
I just bought a brand new car
Stuffed the world into the front
Took it out for a ride
Across the universe

Stopped off at the Milky Way
Where it is that we did lunch
With the picnic basket that I had
Packed into the trunk

That made the world feel better
Who doesn't love a Sunday drive
With the windows all rolled down
The world and I enjoying life

When the night fell to dusk
We turned around and headed home
Promising we'd stay in touch
If not in person then via the phone
Silent, solemn whispers,
Eerie, little ghosts,
Wisps of dying prayers,
Clinging to my throat.
Lying on the sidewalk,
Weaving through the blaze,
Calling to the strangers,
Forgetting petty names.
Grasping at the voices,
Clawing at the light,
Hugging deathly shadows,
Slowly going blind.
Blowing through the rumours,
Sleeping in the ash,
Falling down the secrets,
Living in the past...
*soliloquy*
Behind the smiling faces
Written, a poignant story
Hearts lay there in smithereens
Still unable to find the pieces
Lost forever in the crevices
Moments frozen in the past
Feelings wrapped in a bubble
Smothered and relegated
To the corridors of oblivion
Yet, the spirits are unbound
No chains can hold their energy
Fighting a vicious battle
To overcome the defeats
The smiling faces
Spread happiness and positivity
So others can find solace
And find the courage to fight
Smiling faces are beacons of hope
They tell a courageous story
When you are willing to listen
Remembering
Every time I wish the mirror would just
Fall into pieces and shatter, I
Lost myself,
Every inch, wanting to
Cry because
The pain
I** felt within was so excruciating it
Opened my heart & pierced through,
Never had I screamed so hard
--looked in the mirror and didn't see myself but
someone else--
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