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I dig a hole in myself
and fill it with words
 May 2015 grim-raven
Julia Aubrey
I can't believe how idiotic I was.

Loving you was harder than David's stone, knocking me dead mentally, and I didn't realize it until blood dripped along my temple.

Two opposites I thought would go great together only rebelled  when close.

Let both stay far apart, for neither were meant to be close, rather "symbolically paired".

(j.a.r.)
 May 2015 grim-raven
Luna Lynn
Home
 May 2015 grim-raven
Luna Lynn
when times become hard
when my spirit is broken
you are my vice
my lifeline
you are my strength
without you i have nothing
there is no where to go
when i'm wandering homeless
you are my home
time spend a part only holds us together
even tighter than before
no matter when you come knocking
i don't think
just answer the door
is there a drive?
a force we cannot see?
there has to be something bring me to you
and sending you back to me
maybe it's in your touch
that in your grasp
i am free

love like this is what they fight for
it's what's written in fiction and poetry
it's what portrayed on stage
a love the whole world wants to see in peril
a love the outsiders will say they've forgot
but they'll remember our names
hands in the air because i plan to stop fighting
and i am more than afraid
but i don't trust another soul in my position
no other woman could love you in my place

you carry me when i cannot walk
i hold you up when you cannot stand
our lives have become woven yards of love
and helpless sifting grains of sand
in all its disastrous wonder
in all of my mother's disappointment
i sacrifice the thoughts and plans
nothing goes as it's supposed to
i have the blueprint fresh on my hands
no one gets it
no one understands
but you and i
yes, you and i
in a world of our own we live
in a world of our own we'll die

i'll step out for awhile
and you may take a stroll in the rain
eventually we will recoil
and search for relief from the pain
reminded we find healing in each other
you take mine
i take yours away
i am nothing without you
you are nothing without me
so why don't we just stay?

a house built to withstand the worst
where else would we go?
do we dare withstand the storm alone?
in me lies your shelter
in you lies my own
intertwined; our souls melt into one

and we are
home[.]
(C) Maxwell 2015
You found me when I was down
Showed me the ropes then took me to town
Said you owned me now & forever
Told you I'll do anything to make it better

Look at me baby
I'm so flashy
You see my G-string?
They say money talks but I make it sing

I'll cover up these bruises
I'll keep it moving
All day & all night shifts
I'll do it all to make you rich

High heels & fishnets
***** with my cigarettes
My tools in this dark world
Baby, I'm your traffic girl
Inspired by a show.
'I write about the butterfly,
It is a pretty thing;
And flies about like the birds,
But it does not sing.

'First it is a little grub,
And then it is a nice yellow cocoon,
And then the butterfly
Eats its way out soon.

'They live on dew and honey,
They do not have any hive,
They do not sting like wasps, and bees, and hornets,
And to be as good as they are we should strive.
 May 2015 grim-raven
Eiliv Advena
You think you are loved
You think all is fine
But all your blood
Will shall I drink like wine

I will never forgive
What was done by you
I won't let you live
No matter what you do

You will die by my hand
I will send you to hell
You will die where you stand
An then all will be well
there is no color for regret
this fist of hindsight clenched in my stomach
sitting heavy, firm and uneasy

i can't paint over this lingering, wholesome sorrow
splashed in my lamentable eyes

the agony is blind and cannot feel its way out of this dark corridor
the uneasiness is more real than the feeler

repentance is stuck in my teeth and gnaws at my tongue
discomfort catches its fingernails on the chalkboard recesses of the past

regret

regret

the neon open sign flickers and its fumes are toxic
 May 2015 grim-raven
medicine
I noticed you at first day
But you didn't

First time we talked,
you thought that I was funny
We talked a lot from that day
And you recognized me as your friend
It was really a move,
because I started to liking you

You looked at me in the eyes,
with those brown iris.
You were sad that day,
and you said
that I am your best friend
Your sad eyes blinded me
I was drowning,
but you were too sad to see

Morning came
I realized your words
"best friend"
It was a sign
that I should stop my fight

When our knees touched
I didn't even know
to move my body or not.
Intoxicating,
and terrifying at the same time

It was December
We were close than ever
You wished me happy birthday
And I almost said
"I love you too"

I knew it from the start
this whole thing could really pained me
"you can't be friend with someone you love"
But still,
dumb girl, do the dumb things
Two blind men met. Said one: "This earth
Has been a blackout from my birth.
Through darkness I have groped my way,
Forlorn, unknowing night from day.
But you - though War destroyed your sight,
Still have your memories of Light,
And to allay your present pain
Can live your golden youth again."

Then said the second: "Aye, it's true,
It must seem magical to you
To know the shape of things that are,
A women's lips, a rose, a star.
But therein lies the hell of it;
Better my eyes had never lit
to love of bluebells in a wood,
Or daffodils in dancing mood.

"You do not know what you have lost,
But I, alas! can count the cost -
Than memories that goad and gall,
Far better not to see at all.
And as for love, you know it not,
For pity is our sorry lot.
So there you see my point of view:
'Tis I, my friend, who envy you.

And which was right still puzzles me:
Perhaps one should be blind to see.
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