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 Apr 2013 Gossamer
brooke
I lose matches against
myself where no fists
are thrown, just simple
thoughts, just do it
just do it because it
feels good there and
today it left me in a heap
on the stairs, as i switched
in and out, the part of me
of good faith desperately
taping the split ends back


So god, I don't know
how to control her.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Apr 2013 Gossamer
JL
Corpse Twitch
 Apr 2013 Gossamer
JL
I watch your
Form twist
Serpentine
As the flame
Her bare feet leaving
Scorched prints
On the earth
Come closer
Come closer
Her hands as vines
Fingers sprouting
Warm blossoms on my
Cheek

I will whisper to you
The secret of life
Before

Steel Hands
Wrapped around her throat
Swan white
Snapped
Severed vertebra
Spasms Through and Through

Cold skin
White silk
To my lips
To my lips

As the twig weighted
Down by a single
Hibiscus bloom
Her neck
Hangs at awkward
Angles eyes rolled
Back Eternal

Her dead weight
In my arms
Still pressing against me
Arms spread
Eagle begging
For flight

  
Lips and nose pressed
To her nape
Scent memories gouge me
Playing over and over
Until tears fall from my eyes
Fallen face-first the
Black earth she cannot smell
Cold dew she cannot feel
Her white limbs splayed
On the grass as a morning lily

Instead the thorn
Cut and discarded
A painting
 Apr 2013 Gossamer
Joanne Fuda
Ok this is me
I am above all else kind
But I can be cruel to be kind
I am compassionate
But humankind has to take responsibility
I am spiritual
But as I the teacher speak I also need to listen
Mostly for myself
I am self and still Self I am
 
I am Priestess Protector of the Laws of Creation
I buried the book in the sand along with the jewel
I am 1(singular) and I am not coming back
 
I am funny and bright
Yet cast a shadow
I am innovative, expressive
Provocative and bold
Yet shy
I stand tall but have cowered and had my roots torn out
Still I grow
 
I am told I am beautiful inside and out
I have a sparkle in my eye and the powers of persuasion
I am passionate but choose abstinence
Like sugar and bread
 
I hear music in my head but do not play
I hear songs but do not sing them out loud
I write poetry…when I was young mostly about circles
Now love and this stuff
 
I love to be shocked …
Into new ways of thinking
I am not fearful of what may be just what is
I try to believe in 6 impossible things before breakfast
But I eat late
 
I am loyal, loving and honest
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve now I keep it under wrap
Except for you
 
Your journey may take you to a harem in a desert of love
You will eventually stop to replenish in water
I will wait patiently for you to see me there
With no reflection I will wait
 
Swimming in circles
 Apr 2013 Gossamer
Amy Ems
it's funny how i'm not invincible anymore
around you
my advantages dissolve and i'm left with nothing but
butterflies
their wings at rhythm with my scattered
heartbeat
lean close to hear my quiet voice
i'm so shy
unworthy to meet your gaze, those pretty eyes
listen please
i'm a little scared, a little unprepared
a little lost
but i hope you'll stay with me anyway
i like someone.
 Apr 2013 Gossamer
Chris
Our love was so deep that it transcended the meaning of the word.
I needed a different phrase to make my feelings heard.
Our romance was never normal.
Our dance was never formal.
I loved you in a different way. In a manner words could not portray.
Why Couldn't you stay?
We could've lived out the rest of our days.
Together.

I trap myself inside my mind.
I try to make myself blind
to the bond we used to share.
I try not to care.
But I can't run away from the emotions or the oceans of despair.


So I lock myself inside my head trying to decipher the puzzle presented to me.
How can something so beautiful become so ugly?
How can something once so alive be so dead?
Will this agonizing sorrow stop running through my head?

I try to cope and I hope that this suffering will end.
But when I close my eyes I hear your voice and pretend
that you are still well.
And that's when my eyes swell
and the scared loneliness comes rushing back.

How can I carry on with my life,
when your death is stuck in my mind like a knife?
You were taken too soon
like a lunch before noon.
I promise we'll meet again soon....
**I'll never get out of this world alive
 Apr 2013 Gossamer
thelost
There is something within me
That I dared not realize was true
Yet I can feel its presence
I can see its anger spew

From within it shouts
And demands to be let out

"You are not worthless"
it says
"You are powerful beyond compare"
But when I finally try to find it
I find it is not there.
the fear of living with a burden on my chest

the fear of me becoming something i am not troubles me

the mistakes i could make can effect my life

my old self could return i fight my demons everyday of my life and i win!

Fear is that one emotion you can love and hate because living life by taking risks is the only way you can get anywhere
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