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 Apr 2014 Red Bergan
Ady
I want you, but so much more than
light kisses on sunshine rain and
caresses of sweet caramel.
I want trails of your nails against my back,
bite marks on my collar bone,
mulberry stamps in the expanse of my flesh;
proof of you smeared unto my skin.
I want you to press me against the wall
and whisper sultry words of satin in the
shell of my ear.
I want the fury and the passion of your kiss.
Consume me with the ardency of your urgency,
with the necessity of oxygen drowning man desire-
I want you to breath me in, to drink me like
a fine wine, aged and velvety in the tongue as it
slides down your throat.
I want the danger of adventure as you explore
every crevice of my armor and find the *****
that undoes me.
I want what you can give and so much more.
I'll take whatever you'll give me, but I'll greed
for ever more.
 Apr 2014 Red Bergan
Riot
pull
 Apr 2014 Red Bergan
Riot
take out what they tell you
take out all the lies
the on thing that can bring them down
is the element of surprise

pull your heart out
so they won't hurt you
pull your soul out
say they can't make a demon out of you

pull away from the thought telling you
let them win
pull away from the sorrow telling you
let them pull you in
 Apr 2014 Red Bergan
D'Shaundi
Lost
 Apr 2014 Red Bergan
D'Shaundi
I don't know what to do.
I want only him.
No one understands.
But he is who I chose.
If it wasn't for him.
I wouldn't be.
Nor would I be his queen.
He is my pride and joy.
But to others he is just a boy.
I feel lost.
Now all I think is negative thoughts.
Being lost does not feel good.
I feel like I'm in a empty neighborhood.
There is nothing but the wind blowing.
My heart is so cold.
I can feel it dying slowly.
It is all on me.
So I must be the one to take the blame.
I feel so much shame.
I must be isolated and contained.
If none of it ever happened.
It would never have came.
I am so lost.
I feel like I am being tossed.
This is a poem written by me and my best friend Brianna. I want to thank her and her sister for helping me overcome as many obstacles as they could.
 Apr 2014 Red Bergan
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
this morning, i could not get one breath in edgewise
as she stuck her nose in the air and told me condescendingly
how parroted prayer and mass-market worship got her closer to god

and i had to clench my teeth
to refrain from telling her
i prefer the nine inch nails version of
that.
 Apr 2014 Red Bergan
Riot
it's easy to stab you in the back
when you turn around
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