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With his knife in hand
the blade brushes my skin.
So cold it burns
as sharp as a pin.

My blood oozes hot
as he punctures my chest.
All too soon,
my life is put to The Test.

I scream and I plead
for this suffering to end.
I twist and I lurch,
I kick and I bend.

But the pain, it persists,
and my heart begins to burn.
I scream as the knife
takes another turn.

Soon there is a hole
dug deep in the center of me.
Now my chest is wide open
out for anyone to see.

He picks out a massive knife
and slices my heart.
A piece for him
forever, never to part.

I scream in protest,
unwilling to give my heart away.
I do not want to be broken.
Should I not have a say?

He will not listen
no matter how much I plead.
He won't give back my heart,
even though it's what I need.

Instead he gets a needle
and, then, begins to sew,
but I want my heart back,
and continue to scream no.

My words disappear into the air
and he continues what he started.
Needle piercing in and out,
my heart forever being parted.

When he finishes, he walks away,
never to come back.
Leaving me to cry alone
and sob until my voice cracks.

And to this very day
my heart still aches,
because a piece of myself
he did take.
 Nov 2012 Johnnie Rae
GreenTea
"I didn't mean that..." he said retrieving his coat
that was resting on my shoulders
Protecting me from the wind and sleet coming down

I can deal with a lot in a relationship
the dates spent with you crying on my shoulder
me, constantly wiping away your tears
The ninja star you through at my picture
reassuring you I said "It wasn't my favorite picture anyway"

but when you sent me a bar of chocolate and the poem
Every day for two months, without much a word
or a minute in your company
a replacement for your heart
a gift that you retrieved
what are your words,
without your actions holding them up

You later told me "I didn't give anything in the past half year to you out of love"
what did you give it out of?
Pride?
revenge?
Pity?

You know better then anyone
I don't need that 5 dollar chocolate, that just goes down like a weight
or the poems, long words that meant nothing, a long way of saying
here is a page with words on it for you.
because you can't tell me in person
"You mean nothing to me but a five dollar chocolate and long words on a page"
 Nov 2012 Johnnie Rae
Nurse Joy
**** me slowly. With your love, or lack there of.. Nothing matters anymore. I am just lost at sea. With nothing but a memory, a glimpse, of what could be.
My heart will turn to rust, dissolving into dust..
What will my heart's place hold?
I'm not quite sure, I'm not myself.. And my insides feel so cold.
The salty water on my lips tastes like sorrow.. It ties my heart in knots.
Pain is creeping up my throat, and haunting all my thoughts.
Tell me that you need me, tell me that you care..
Tell me you'll be there.
For the mere moment of peace is worth your lies.. Your deceit.
Fooling me into thinking, without you, I am incomplete.
Oh darling, I am incomplete.
 Nov 2012 Johnnie Rae
mads
Inspiration and I...
We never seem to
D    A    N    C    E
Anymore.

I've been standing at the other side of the room
Waiting
For weeks now.

One day, Inspiration will accept to my proposal
and It'll be fully commited, one day.

Until then, I'll dance alone.
 Nov 2012 Johnnie Rae
BDH
My Exit
 Nov 2012 Johnnie Rae
BDH
Breathless, legs like industrial paperweights,
let me speak, but a moment.
"This is much, too much."
Take care, you will swoon
and this comes chasing soon.
He was warned.

Ravaging, secrets split us apart
resembling the decay of a carcass.
"You destroy slowly, too slowly."
No matter, give me the blade
I will finish it for you.
He displayed his weakness.

Pulsating, pistons cease accordingly
the wave of my dismissal.
"Life is but this moment, one callous moment."
Vibrations unleash, and cascade on skin
repulsion is easily swallowed, even as wormwood.
He is the proof of immoralitys' snare.

Embracing, magnet to metal they collide
abandoning all senses.
"You were educated."
Havoc reigns seldom in peace.
He captured nothing but your disdain.

Surrendering, possession is intermingled with conquest,
the bowmen struck their target without remorse.
"You stood stoic with each blood trickling wound."
He will lie in the deep puddles, he meant for your undoing.
 Nov 2012 Johnnie Rae
Jay Forrest
Smiles turn into frowns
Bracelets turn into blades
Soda turns into *****
Love turns into hate
Laughter becomes tear drops
Boys become toys

Baseball is then all about the bases
Running past numerous faces

Friends become enemies
What was once a rose, now nothing but thorns
From energetic to tired and worn
Sponge Bob to *** tapes and ****
I love you
I want you gone
We go from 12 to 20
Now he's far more than a buddie
Hmmm, smells like teen spirit
I apologize for the obvious
A lonely stool
A lightless room
And a girl who sits
And waits.

The sticky floor,
Her ****** body.
As tears drip down
Her face.

When out of the darkness
Comes a boy
With fluffy dark
Black hair

The boy that she loves
Yet she won’t smile
She can only sit
And stare.

He smiles and kisses
The top of her head
It only makes her
Cry harder.

And as he leans back
And punches her face
She swears the room
Gets darker.

He kicks and she screams
He pulls out her hair
He slashes at her with
A knife.

And when he says sorry
'He hopes she forgives him'
She wishes he'd just take
Her life.

He says not to worry
In time she'll forget
But she knows that he'll be
There tomorrow.

The boy that she love
Is now her worse nightmare?
And fills her life
With sorrow.
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