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 Aug 2013 gigi
David Nelson
Come to me

my golden haired queen

let me take you to places

you have never been

let me make love to you

the whole night through

leaving hot breathy kisses

all over you

look into my eyes

and see my dreams

let me take you to ******

and hear your screams

your soft sweet lips

caress my hardened staff

how I love to hear your moans

and your **** laugh

you are everything

everything that can be

please my queen

come to me

Gomer LePoet ....
seductive in nature
What will you do
when there's mo one there to hold your hand:

will you stand up on your own,
or collapse on the floor?
Writ while intoxicated; it shows.
Write drunk; edit sober.
 Aug 2013 gigi
Alexis Mayer
Last Friday I did a very good job
of drinking away
my anxiety.
The sad part was
the only person
there to see it
was my mom.

It took me awhile,
but  five beers
and two
hard ciders later
I was free.

I’m almost 19
and I’ve already
started solving
my problems
with vices.

I had my *** phase.
It treated me no better
than any cigarette I bummed.
In the end
it was all just smoke.

Alcohol made me into something
I believed to be better.
I smile because I mean it.
I don’t shy away
From people.
But I’ve come to realize
that I’m worth more
than two shots of *****
and bottle of Mike’s Hard

It’s so easy to forget
what’s circling
in my brain.

I forgot about
school starting
in 2 weeks.

I forgot about my friends
and why
I’ve been feeling
that there’s a lack there of.

It is no ones fault
but my own.
I have no pity
for myself.

I’ve refused to believe
that taking a pill
would vacuum
away the half finished
poems and the
torn up ideas I have
in my mind.

It’s become very
difficult
to explain
myself.
Most times I wish
I didn’t have too.

I’ve never been approachable.
I look mean
But I promise
I’ve always tried to give
everything.
I always thought
that if I said yes
then so would others.

I woke up that Saturday
at  five a.m.
Realizing
that the world kept moving
when mine slowed down.
School will still come
and so will tomorrow.

Give me a pack of cigarettes
Because it’s much easier
to wash that smell from my mouth
than it is to get
these thoughts out.
 Aug 2013 gigi
Genesis'
Rage
 Aug 2013 gigi
Genesis'
I want to fight.
I want to cry.
I want to scream.

im tired of holding this inside me.
the wolf inside howls with pain.
howls with longing.
howls with rage.

I want to punch the walls.
break the windows.
throw away the memories.
where is my voice?
where is my strength?
where is the air?

I growl with frustration.
I claw with confusion
I howl with rage.
I breath with sadness.


i refuse to contain it any longer.
run free!
run away!
save yourself precious beast,
show yourself.
show your rage.
 Aug 2013 gigi
Andie Lately
I am dancing in the shadows
Weak smile, weak knees
I bump into a stranger
How much longer do I dance?
When blood pools around my foot?
When my ankle finally gives in?
When the music stops playing?

The lights dim
The energy pulses
The music vibrates
The crowd blurs
I dance in the shadows of strangers
Moving in rhythm to seem normal

I want to give up
 Aug 2013 gigi
Sydney Rain
I cut out my life and watch it drain away. Feeling peace and solitude dosent come without a price. The scars tell my story, they know what I've been through. Its been a lot of ****, so I wont let it happen to you. So hear my voice yelling over your screams. This is my lullaby to those who bleed. When you feel so alone, I am your angel to carry you home.
I will watch until the candles fade
As you stand and stare into the skies of gray
And I will dance until the lights come down
Until the kingdoms fall like water on the ground

I will watch forever pass away
Pass away
I will stand and watch them until they fade
Until they fade
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