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 Nov 2014 Jerry
Just Melz
My tongue is
       dripping
             with honey
     and gold,
        my voice is
   even sweeter
        and richer.






*Just imagine my lips.
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Paul M Chafer
Girls
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Paul M Chafer
Our butterflies, and sweet, rosebuds,
Languishing lazily within a dream,
Once together, but now lost forever,
In fading memory’s drifting stream.

We shared every pleasure, she and I,
Two girls embracing, love so sweet,
Tasting our butterflies and rosebuds,
Consuming our passion’s, *****-heat.

We explored all nature had to offer,
Sun-drenched glades, darkened woods,
Fantasising, and illicitly tantalising,
Our butterflies, and sweet, rosebuds.
Dedicated to Jeanne Midtowns and inspired by her poem ‘Coming Om’ to understand the full flavour of this poem, a visit to Jeanne’s poem is required.
 Nov 2014 Jerry
brooke
C.
 Nov 2014 Jerry
brooke
C.
people are not
to be saved and
they say girls are
best wild and free
or wild and reckless
but I was always the
cabin with an open
door, an inviting
bed, a warm
hearth, I
stayed
put and
did my life
by the books
still wanted to
s a v e y o u f r o m
something, yourself?
other people? the world?
I see pictures of you and
feel a sense of failure,
or loss or grief or
frustration but
you were
never mine to
save, never a thing
to be saved, never wanted
to be saved, never asked to be
saved and letting you go was akin
to releasing the leash on wild, wild beast.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

lessons.
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Kayla Marie Hogan
How many times does is take
How many bruises must I make
How many smiles must I fake

You tell me, how bad does it hurt
Did you fall hard
Did you break your heart
You broke mine

Thats not fair to say
You didn't mean to
You didn't know
How bad it would hurt when I fell
Into the pit of feelings

This must not make any sense to you
but thats not the point
Dig deeper
Breathe harder

Its too much these days
With the air suffocating me
The weight pressing down
I can hear my ribs crack

But i feel nothing remember
Not a thing
Im not real
Im nothing
But nothing isn't such a bad thing to be

Im evil.
I worm my way into the heart
Trying to feel something
Something at all
But i feel nothing remember
Not a thing

I scratch at the membrane thats holding your sanity together
Tearing away a little at a time
Making my way
Into your mind
Into your soul
But i feel nothing remember
Not a thing

So pay me no mind
Drop me like im nothing
Weightless
Really its okay
I understand
I would do the same
Infact i already have

I feel nothing remember
Not a thing
Besides that awful snapping
Of my heart.
Of my soul.

I've already dropped myself
Just like you knew i would
You called it.
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Belle
Truth
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Belle
I asked you a question
I already knew the anwer
I know it will hurt no matter what
words from your mouth will be uttered.
Sometimes, the truth hurts. But knowing a person lied to you hurts even more.

Some people want to believe a simple lie than the complicated truth.

I am not one of them.
 Nov 2014 Jerry
Roisin Sullivan
I sit here becoming a ghost again.
Invisible,
Fading away,
Until I stop existing completely.

I have sacrificed everything for you;
Identity,
My joy, my life.
I think to myself, what was it all for?
 Nov 2014 Jerry
SM
Lone
 Nov 2014 Jerry
SM
So many questions
left unanswered
So many words
left unsaid
Flooding through the troubled minds
of the isolated
and forgotten
night after night
sitting alone
with hearts ablaze
staring at the moon
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