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Know your bones

What they crave
 and ache for

What they will not break for

Know your bones

They are your home

Wherever you find yourself

Know your bones

Not the shell of another’s

Even if it seems a relief

You are then a thief

Who forgot your bones

While they still were your own.
 Sep 2013 Kamille Elizabeth
Emily
It's honestly hard for me to breathe
When I'm not around you
I sit in my seat
And fidget the day through

When we have errands to run
And things to do
It isn't fun
Unless I'm with you

I think about you constantly
Wanting to express myself
What you mean to me
Is something grand all by itself

You mean the world to me
And so much more
You're everything I dream
We have lots of happiness in store

I use up any and every excuse
To come see you and talk with you
Everything about you is my muse
You're the thing I'm most attached to

You intoxicate me
With your wet kisses
You turn me into a druggie
Your flavor is delicious

You're out of this world
You're from another planet
I love being your girl
Your love is mine
No one else can have it
© Peyton 2013
 Sep 2013 Kamille Elizabeth
Emily
I think about your eyes
And how they look at me
With love

I think about your hands
And how they touch my body
Gently

I think about your kisses
And how you devour me
With lust

I think about your cuddles
And how you sleep next to me
Soundly

But mostly,
I think about your love
And how it makes me happy
Knowing we are meant to be
Is something that's for sure
Of you, I'm certain
Everything else is a blur
© Peyton 2013
Today, I fell from the sky
And mourned my tattered wings
I screamed in hopes the stars would hear
I cursed the earth that broke my fall
As I watched you fly away,
I wished for heaven to burn

In the fields of asphodel,
I lay
In a dream you left behind,
I watched the rain pour out
In silence,
I cried

My tears were falling to the ground
and froze my fevered pleas
through the valley of forever,
a shimmering wind escaped the trees
the roars from shores we'd seen before
gave power to their whisper
the lips of god formed air to song,
silencing my foolish whimper
all beauty we had found in life
was still stretched out before me
all grace I found inside your eyes
was branded deep within me

In the fields of asphodel,
I lay
In the dreams of days to come,
I felt the radiant dawn
Beneath new horizons,
I try

Today, the fields you left behind
nurture every dream unseen
today, the clouds reveal the sun
and greet the golden dawn
Today, I'm blessed by thunder's call,
Today, the storm left me with more

Today, I fell from the sky,
but I still have my wings
Rain is falling gently now
On the fields of asphodel,
Where we shared our kiss
The flowers smile,
so I will mourn no longer
After all,
They look so lovely
Today.
Love was my drug of choice
It doesn't help I have
an addictive personality
But we all have our vices
Cigarettes,
They can be trusted
A little pleasure,
A little pain,
They'll **** you in the end
But it's all part of the contract
You'll sell your body
For peace of mind
A lover is not so courteous
You'll sell your soul,
For what?
At least the cigs are honest
Easier to replace,
Quicker to be rid of
No delusions of permanence,
No false promise of forever
Just a little pleasure,
And a little pain
i hope you were burned
just like me.
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they start at my toes,
wings barely spread as they migrate to the north -
winter sent them south but now the sun calls them back.
they flutter and flap up along the ridge of my ankle,
to the side of my calf. their feathers tickle the back of my knee,
their wing span stretching to my thigh,
dipping down along my hip as they soar past my waistline,
following the swirl of my navel, the mountain curves of my ribs
and the valleys between them. they glide up my breastbone
and double back along my collar, perching on my shoulder
to greet the sun's first rays.

then they descend,
black ink blurs down the pale stretch of my arm,
nesting in the crook of my elbow, while some -
younger and darker and daring and unafraid of the sky -
soar further on to my palms and off the tips of my fingers,
wings spread wide for the first time.
if they call them "heartstrings"
then

someone must have untied your end from mine
someone must have cut your end from mine
someone must have picked and picked until
the string frayed and split
someone must have unknotted every knot we tied to hold us together.

if they call them "heartstrings"
then

i need to be restrung
so my heart isn't hanging around
broken
for everyone to see.
you remind me
of the first time i saw a flower

how i

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   u
                  c
   k
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each petal
whispering

she loves me
she loves me not


until i had nothing left
but a stem
and a memory

of something beautiful i
destroyed.
your body is warm around mine

like

sunday night in an ugly christmas
sweater after a few beers

saturdays in flannel
pants and cups of hot chocolate

wednesday afternoon in my brother's
sweatshirt with a bowl of soup

tuesday morning in fuzzy
socks and three cups of coffee

like your hand in mine as we cross the street
like your legs around mine as we curl up on the couch

like drinking tea from the same mug
our fingers laced through the handle

warm
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