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 Feb 2015 baz
Neath
Stars
 Feb 2015 baz
Neath
She was the only one that was able to bring me closest to the stars.

She's gone off and left me in the nightened sky.

Left there, floating amidst the clouds.

Now I wait for the eternal sunshine to rise.
 Feb 2015 baz
Moon Humor
Touch
says it all
heart racing
ecstasy
sending
electric shocks
with each
brush
of sensual
velvet love.

Wrapped
in our
intimate bond
exuding
your scent
and
the fruit
of your
flesh
leaves
salt
on my tongue.

Warm skin
under my
palms
enveloped
in your touch
secure
feeling
the muscles
swimming
under
your skin.

Marble
Greek god,
started as
stone
you become
soft clay melded
in my hands.
Landscape of
landmarks
from your
prairie grass
chest
radiating the
summer sun’s
caress to
your river
bend elbows
and the
freckles
that form a
sunrise
on your
shoulders
and strawberry
stubble
that shines like
a sunset
on your face.

I’d spend
all day
wrapped
in the
cocoon
of your arms
with slow
warm
blood
coursing
beneath
the surface.

Lover,
I know
you’ll leave
and I will
miss
your skin-
keeping
me warm-
alone in
bed is
always cold.
Love you Pablo Neruda- king of odes.
 Feb 2015 baz
Short
I like
 Feb 2015 baz
Short
I like the way a cigarette hangs
Out his mouth
Crooked
Like his smile
I like the way
His shoulders hang
And also
I like his hands
That knows a woman’s body
But mostly I like
That his eyes
Likes me
Though not me
But my body
And though I don’t like
Being objectified
I like
That he likes me tonight
 Feb 2015 baz
rantipole
my eyes open, sullenly.
not a movement from
my body,
but that of my left arm,
reaching out for
that awful device
that forces me
to comprehend
a drab reality.

tap to snooze

waking up from a dream
where every day isn’t
the same monotony,
and every class isn’t
the same anesthesia,
and every moment
isn’t enveloped
in the pain
of missing you.

tap to snooze

i lay here hoping
begging, even,
that this burden
of waking life will cease,
and that one day
i will cross over
to the sleep realm
and never again
will i need to
*tap to snooze
 Feb 2015 baz
angela
there you were, lying right next to me. our bodies entangled with each other, fingers intertwined, legs wrapped around each other - it was almost as if our souls were about to become one. i lie awake, staring right next to me where you were - perfection, yes perfection, perfection is all i see right now. your tired eyes gently shut, eyelashes that looked like a butterfly's fragile wing, the bridge of your nose constructed so perfectly, your cheeks that were tinted pink, i wanted to run my fingers through all the edges of your faces, just to make sure that you were real and this is not another one of those daydreams i've been having for so long now, that this is really happening, that you, my dreams, yes, you are my dreams, that this is reality. "what did i do to get myself so lucky?" i wondered. there you were, such a divine creation of god, accompanied by a wonderful melody that consisted of the rise and sighs of your breath, a melody that made me feel blessed for you, my love, existed. before this, i was in love with the idea of you. the thought of you that kept running through my mind whether i was alone or not, i was so in love and infatuated by you, just by you existing in my mind. it was hard to believe that something as simple as your existence can make me so happy. i had no control over how you were multiplying the butterflies that were now flying viciously inside of me, how you make my veins pump with adrenaline, how you make my heart play a mean bass drum whenever you're around. home was now your arms, and my heart was now yours, but the best part was that you were mine, now and what feels like forever. there you were, lying right next to me, gently inhaling and exhaling. i can't help but plant a kiss on your pink tinted cheeks and bury my face in your chest, and under my breath i say, "oh god, i'm so in love with you."
was very inspired to write this by someone special. i love him so much.
 Feb 2015 baz
Marinela Abarca
Looking up at the stars
From behind these iron bars
I realized with a start
I am a prisoner in my own heart
 Feb 2015 baz
M
Untitled
 Feb 2015 baz
M
Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid.
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