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conflicting species
test the limits
to assert power
between themselves
i need to thank my ecology teacher for this
what if one day
all the traffic lights
flashed green,
cars
pedestrians
and anyone desired
were all told to go
at the same moment
chaos in inevitable
and so is death
but if manifest destiny called
would you rebel?
if all the lights flashed red
would you have the guts
to cross anyway?
your touch intoxicates me
the way you caress my face at my worst moments
warms my stone cold heart
that i mask with a fire

i'll stand on the balcony
with a cigarette in hand
the water levels are rising
my eyelashes have tainted the pale skin
of mine
angelic white to pitch black
the water is too hot
it's spilling over the edge
and i can't breathe
i want to love you, i do love you, and that's why i need to let you go because im already hurting you
the crimson rivers that flow through my veins
resemble the way tears run down my cheeks
like there's a dam within me
and it's constantly on the verge of breaking.
the cool undertones
that show through my pale skin
can tell you so many stories.
each capillary.
can recall an experience
of almost breaking through my epidermis
the ever so violent slashes
now faded
but still fresh in my mind.
its a cat and mouse game
with a variety of circus acts to entertain me:

1. giggly, touchy, curly haired cutie
2. nonchalant, arrogant, nose pierced *******
3. bat **** crazy, rebellious leftist
4. jealous, overprotective teenage boy who likes giving black eyes

i know you care deep down
for more than just your friends
the one act i'd like to be in
is the one where i hold your hand through the smoke
and the one where i bandage you up,
by the end of the night

-λεγε τι εγινε;
-can i help βασικα;

-i just kinda want a hug y'know

-i'd give you one
a textual representation of how my thoughts look
burn what you find
in the depths of my heart
with blind rage drown any remnants of you
with the sickening smell of gasoline
clouds forming before my eyes
tunnel vision
no one ever changes but that's okay
because you could do so much worse
as you strike the match against the box
i'll be smiling to myself
with rivers flowing down my cheeks;
an eternal reservoir of you
preparing myself for the heavenly bliss
to come as you watch all that i know
rot away before your eyes.
based on a greek song that makes me cry every time i listen to it. i wrote this on vacation as i was bored in my hotel room with no wifi
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