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 Dec 2013 Elise
Kayla Church
What do I have left?
I have a ticket stub from our first date;
I have a scar on my thigh from the Sunday I met your family for the first time;
I have a whole lot of memories that tap on my window on the worst of possible evenings.
Evenings when I can feel the cool September wind on my shoulder,
seeing a whole lot of red
with a replay of how our summer fell apart in my head.
I have your name
and the hush tone apology you gave me in the dark still suffocating the blood in my veins;
I have sleepless nights
and my fair share of moments I wish that I could change;
I have pictures from the night you took my wasted mind home and tucked yourself into bed with me;
I have sad eyes that remember the look on your face when you kissed me goodbye for the last time;
and I have a calender that beats me down
trying to get it through to me that it's fall.
So don't bother asking me what day it is
because I'll still tell you that it's June 23rd
and your grandparents were absolutely darling tonight.
 Oct 2013 Elise
Ted Hughes
Lovesong
 Oct 2013 Elise
Ted Hughes
He loved her and she loved him
His kisses ****** out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she ******
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered  into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows  pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined  sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face
 Oct 2013 Elise
Sub Rosa
Lock the doors,
leave on the light.
Kiss the children,
'Nighty night'

Lie in the sheets,
Don't fall asleep.
Cometh the Devil,
thou soul to reap.

Your sable heart
has long been dead
for the Devil dwells
inside your head.

— The End —