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 May 2015 Jennifer Brown
Yasmine
I need to escape
The grave weight of my shadow
It always haunts me
I would  kiss you
under cherry blossoms,
pink petals drifting down
like parachutes of desire
covering us with beauty.

I would kiss you
in the rain, drenched to
the bones not noticing
the fat raindrops
kissing us both back.

I would kiss you
in the wildest woods
surrounded by rustling leaves
beneath the jealous eyes
of voyeuristic birds.

But I have no idea
when I will kiss you
or where or even what
will happen when I do.

Still, in my imagination
it will be the right time,
the right place and
the right circumstance.

And it will be exactly
like kissing lightening.
   ~mce
A shocker of a poem...
There is a girl in a white dress
that's falling for a man who seems so right.
What she doesn't know though,
is just how hard he can bite.

Behind his charming smile
lies a monster waiting to play.
A caged beast is somewhere in there
and it's hidden deeply away.

He howls at the moon as time passes
without his precious prey's folly.
Just how long can she keep him tame
without giving him her body?

She's skipping and dancing,
blissfully lost in the forest of his heart.
Like a doe-eyed child playing as the sun sets,
she's unaware of the woods becoming very dark.

The man's patience is wearing thin now
as she twirls around in that dress.
A growl escapes from his mouth
as if her exposed skin is a test.

The animal is ready to pounce,
he whispers sweet nothings in her ear.
She believes every word like a fool,
looking at him in awe as he lures her near.

There was a girl in a white dress
but she took it off for a man's touch.
How long is it going to take her
to stop confusing love from lust?
I was that girl once.
I want to fall in love with your words,
your smile,
your hand above mine.

I want to remember your eyes,
your body,
your favorite perfume.

I want to feel your breath in my neck,
my hand in your brown hair,
my lips on your cheek.

I want to know your fears,
you dreams,
your past,
talk about your futur.

I want to be your friend,
your lover,
the person you call in the middle of the night,
i want to be yours.
O.P
 May 2015 Jennifer Brown
McNe
Dark clouds gathered in the sky
No ray of light was seen from up high
The sky rumbled deafeningly
Like a child crying wholeheartedly

Pitter – patter, there goes the rain
Every drop descended in my window pane
I touched the glass with my hands so little
It calmed my heart that’s fragile and brittle

I ran outside and let the rain poured on me
I closed my eyes, blinding me from what I see
I fought and won... I have too many sins
Hoping in vain, may the raindrops make me clean

I opened my eyes, there was no more rain
I clutched my chest as I felt the same pain
I smiled as I went to bed with the same hope in my brain
Hoping that when it rains, I may become whole again
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