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 Oct 2013 Green
T
I want to kiss you
Run after you, grab your head and smash my lips into yours,
Hard enough for it to hurt a little
But that kiss will be just so, that pain won't stand a chance
I want to kiss you
In a way that makes our brains not work,
So overrun with dopamine and nirvana
That there isn't time to think
I want to kiss you
And just feel
The softness of your lips
The edge of your teeth
I want that kiss
To erase the past few weeks
Be driven by passion and need
Instead of commitment and pain
I want to kiss you
So hard that I can't feel my fingertips
And the sounds of our beating hearts will be deafening
I want to kiss you
With all of me
Forgive what was said
Forget how it hurt
I want to kiss you
Just like that
So that maybe you'll remember
That time, when all you wanted to do was
Kiss me
And then, I want to let you go, turn around
And walk away
 Oct 2013 Green
Montana
Lips
 Oct 2013 Green
Montana
Your lips
Were the first thing I noticed
Gently parted
Breathing in and out

Oh to be your words
Conceived within your mind
Born upon your lips

Poetry.

Your lips are ******* poetry.
5/25/12
 May 2013 Green
Grant B
Unperturbed
 May 2013 Green
Grant B
She's been sent as a test,
to see how I handle the stress.
That's my guess.
And I've handled her well,
as she seeks to discredit me,
get at me,
push all my buttons.
She pushes and pokes,
and provokes.
But I'm not going to bite,
'cos she's wrong and I'm right.
So I'm playing the long game.
Staying the same,
being me.
Unperturbed by relentless
attacks on my work.
And it's working,
I'm learning,
I'm earning my stripes.
Growing up,
showing up.
Being sure of myself.
Dismissing the thoughts
that seek vengeance.
To stoop to her level.
'Cos I've been there before,
and it didn't work out.
She can shout all she likes,
and I'll never shout back.
'Cos I'm better than that.
 May 2013 Green
Tori Gadney
Smokes
 May 2013 Green
Tori Gadney
I think of you
Every time I reach
For my pack
Fit snugly
In my pocket.
Steal a smoke,
Put it gently
Between my lips
And light it up
Just to take a few
Hits; filling my
Lungs with tainted
Air I wouldn't dare
Wish another
To breathe.

Exhale to the left
So it goes
Along with the
Wind toward
The mountains
And away from
The memory of
You. I remember
How that day
Driving home from
school, windows
Down and a smoke
Between my fingers
Hanging slightly
In the open
Air, when I was
Distracted by the
Sight of your
Car tailing me
All the way home.

Remember how
You kissed me
So tenderly
As to distract
My eyes from
Your hands
Slowly moving
Down my side
Making me
Shiver in anticipation
Expecting more
Like we used to do.
Instead you
Sneak my Spirits
Out of my
Grasp, taking
My crutch away
And all I can ask
For is just
one more.

You kiss me for
A second time.
I say that is
Not what I
Meant and you
Know it.
You smile
And tell me
That's what
Addicts say.
I remember you
Getting out
Of my car and
Break every single
Smoke in the pack,
Finally throwing
Them away and
Look at me.

I don't look
Back. All I hear
Is your voice
Saying words I
Tried to tune
Out but couldn't
Quite get the
Ringing of the
Love I felt when
You finally
Told me I was
Better than this.
I promised I
Would stop and
Your stringing of
Words gave
Me the strength I
Thought I lost
When I first
Started
Killing myself.

Five hundred and eighty-four
Days I stood by my
Word until I broke
And you were no longer
There to pick up
The pieces.
I think of you every time
I reach for a smoke.
No longer keeping
Track of days
Because I have
Been stuck at Day 1
For too long
To know how it felt
To be free from
A crutch I don't
Know how to
Give up.

Or maybe I
Just don't want to
Because every time
I bring that smoke
To my lips to
Take a drag, I feel
Guilt and dread
And no
Self-worth
But
I think of you.
 May 2013 Green
Victoria K
Who am I?
 May 2013 Green
Victoria K
Alone and sad.
Stupid and happy.
Lazy.
Sleepy.
Hungry, sometimes.
Probably fat.
I love to smile,
but sometimes it looks weird.
Quiet.
Weird and awkward.
Cannot keep a conversation.
Flirting is a bad time.
Honest.
****** and selfish.
Insecure.
In my head.
Lonely.
 May 2013 Green
Tom McCone
once,
I
had a
rabbit,
like you:

saved from the gutter,
as lightning fell piecemeal.
escapism,
all shining eyes,
all tiny scraps of flesh.

and we
let
him go,
but I can never let these things go.
I guess I miss you.
 Mar 2013 Green
Anna Pavoncello
The sky is grey
With falling ash.
I wait upon
The snapping lash.
The sonic boom
That scalds my skin.
Bites my back,
Licks my chin.
A cry bursts through
My ****** lips.
And tiptoes through
The sails and ships.
My face is raw
And black and red.
By blades as thin
As pin and thread.
The rope that binds
With hostile ease,
Is as merciless
As the greedy seas.
The cannons gleam,
And spit out smoke
Then fire sang,
And war awoke.
I strained a gaze
On black and white,
That streamed right through
The brightened night.
Now torn to shreds
And at my feet,
It was the last
Of the pirate fleet.
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