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 Jun 2014 Jas Citrine
Annie Quill
Joe
I love you because your my brother
Even if its not obvious to others
Because we look different
I brag about you at school
And complain
(But that's because your weird ;)
I show I love you every day
And that's why i say yes when you ask me
To vehemently threaten the monsters in your closet
And lock said closet afterwards
And why
After I'm done
I mention everything in the room
That you can use to bludgeon them with
Because you might actually have to use the Mater Piggy Bank
To knock out a robber
When your in college
And why after that
I tell you that all stuffed animals are Super Friends
And that's why parents get them for their kids
And yes, Monkey Friend and Friend-Friend
Are the best in the monster busting biz'
Along with Sabrina the Teddy Bear
Who I haven't washed in so long
Daddy says she looks like a truck ran her over
I love you
Joe-Joe
Buddy
Bug
Monkey
Joey
Joseph Fredrick Kolb
And I always will
Because I'm your Big Sister
And that's my job
To love you
You eleven year old 'Griever' (TROLL)
And keep you safe
And hopefully not crying
Because the next bully at school
Who makes you cry
Is going to die a painful death
So help me god
Because there is nothing worse
Than a crying little brother
 May 2014 Jas Citrine
Annie Quill
God of death
For the Greeks
Also known
As Pluto
Who is both
A Roman god
And a planet
sgwoosh_ --^-Sgwoosh--^-sgwooshiver♡ --^-Sgwoosh--^-sgwoosh-quiver♡ --^-Sgwoosh--^-
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*An abstraction of Life
Black & White
                                      Off-Center Right
In two dimensions--
Into Dimensions--
In Ultra-Sound*

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sgwoosh
♡ --^-Sgwoosh--^-her handsgwoosh♡ --^-Sgwooshin my hand--^-sgwoosh♡ --^-Sgwoosh--^-♫*

*Heart of Light;
Soothing sight
Rhythmically bright.
A Light-Hearted presence,
Budding essence....
Intention unwound*

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sgwoosh
♡ --^-SmileSgwoosh--^-♫sgwoosh♡ --^-warmthSgwoosh--^-♫sgwoosh♡ --^-Sgwoosh--^-♫sgwoosh♡ --^-Sgwooshamor--^-♫
For the two Loves of my life.
 May 2014 Jas Citrine
Lyteweaver
Like a spider on *******
I weave dysfunction
in   a      haphazard    way
My web has huge              gaping                         holes
It continues to u
                         n
                      r
                         a
                      v
                        e
                      l
                       
Stops short of beautiful
I begin one segment
then d
         r
         o
         p it to start piecing together another
My web lacks intricate details
that would make it magnificant to others
My web cannot function naturally
the way instinct intended
The holes in my web
cause opportunities to fly right by and through
leaving me hungry, confused and reliant on you
This web is a silky mess
So I'll just leave it be
to end up
on someone's eyelash
as they acquiesce.
Like a spider on *******
I         weave    dysfunction
        in  a     hap-haz-ard      
                                                                ­    way.
 May 2014 Jas Citrine
Lyteweaver
I died waiting for you to come alive.
Now that you have come to life
I need to be revived.
I shouldn't have waited
for you to arrive.
Watched my dreams fly by;
my existence became a lie.
So many tears I cried
praying you would see the light.
I emptied my soul
while you were blind
Finally you arrive
in your own time.
My heart is cold
watching our fateful story unfold.
So sorry that I have died
waiting for you to come alive
I've flatlined.
__^_^___^______­_

See you on the other side.
I need a defibrillating charge straight to my heart
 May 2014 Jas Citrine
Annie Quill
I wanna see the world
I wanna see the world and go EVERYWHERE
I wanna go everywhere and feel EVERYTHING
I wanna FLY
Mad Hatter's getting narcissistic without his tea
That's how I feel when I can't burn things
but you can't spell "arsonist" without A-R-T

Maybe I'm crazy but honestly it's therapy

Bolt the door to the party and listen to them scream
Oceans of commotion won't extinguish my latest masterpiece
So kick back, fire up a cig
Get that influx of carcinogens
Conducive to my sick mind

Twisted nihilist
Got a pack of matches
Now I'm dreaming in a pipe

Erupt into flames
Sit back and look at all the pretty lights
The way they dance in the wind
Such an alluring sight
It's really just poetry in motion
As I watch through kaleidoscopic eyes

I'll smoke to that.
You make me want to burn down a
kindergarten and roast mallows upon
the smoldering remains
Hurt is a beautiful thing.
It’s a collage of broken memories.
It’s visible, yet no one sees.
It’s a swirl of mixed emotions
And full of lost devotions.
It’s almost pain, but not quite there,
Yet still, it’s more than I can bear.

m.c.c.
 May 2014 Jas Citrine
Jack
~

I have stood on aging avenues
watching walls crumble
while destiny’s debris
collects
at my feet

pieces of the past?

I have heard the laughter of babies
and the wail of the homeless,
opposites in a
straight line of
what is
and what might be

voices of the future?

I have stared into the portals of
left over meanings,
methodically
laid out to rest
on long tables
of bad intents

visions cast of shadows?

I have knelt before a dream,
clutching my chest
with indecision,
the pain
a reminder of my
fragile heart-
opened

memories of lost love?

I have cried
without a witness,
empty streams of
dense forgiveness,
requested of no one
and answered by the same

and nothing remains?
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