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 May 2012 Kayla
Carly A
Leather jackets and smoke rings.
Dark bars and motor oil stained fingers.
Varicolored skin and scarred knuckles.
Your 5 o'clock shadow scratches my chin.
My lipstick wears off,
I look out the window to see the pitch-dark is rising to violet.
Your cue.
And you leave me staring at the ceiling,
The ghosts of your hands on the surface of my skin.
 May 2012 Kayla
mûre
knowing your body's every line when I
watch you dress in oblivious rush
so long since we've ever been shy
your skin still makes me blush.
 May 2012 Kayla
Tori
Four AM
 May 2012 Kayla
Tori
A tree almost fell on my room today, I did not get out of bed.
I remained underneath the covers and listened to the rain instead.

Awake and conscious, I heard the uprooting of the tree,
But an absence of fear stopped me, for I chose not to flee.

No longer a fear or a worry ablaze,
I am content with the reaper's ways.

I've progressed since depression,
And a therapy session,

And yet when four AM came, I could have fled to safety,
But I remained in my bed that early morning, as if waiting for death to take me.
 May 2012 Kayla
SJ Stine
you can be john mayer,
and i will be your aretha.
bend your strings,
i will flex my pipes.
we can make music,
maybe even love.
the two are so close together,
so why pull them apart.
what do you say maestro?
wanna make a melody together?
 May 2012 Kayla
Kat Cup
lust
 May 2012 Kayla
Kat Cup
there is no
self control
in something so terribly
                       delicious
in this tangle of bodies
with swollen lips and
crushing kisses

tonight i crave
your teeth and
(biting            licking
              tasting)tongue
don’t­ stop

leave me drenched in sweat and wanting(more)
 May 2012 Kayla
Laura VG
Comfort
 May 2012 Kayla
Laura VG
I’ve seen you in dreams so many times before
Always close, within my reach.
When the morning light kissed the sky,
The dream would end and we would have to say goodbye.

Years and days of a search that seemed endless
Feeling a spirit earning for mine
A mission that seemed to be forever
Until the end of time.

The day came when we finally reconnected
A day none shall ever forget
Though rough at times and sometimes in bliss
Joined together in an eternal kiss

When you feel alone or empty
Reach out and know I am now here
Holding your hand and speaking soft words
Knowing I will understand

A promise made so long ago
Through good times and the bad
I am still here and have never left

There is someone who loves you unconditionally
My heart will always be true
In sickness and in health
I will always be there for you.
©Laura VG. All rights reserved
 May 2012 Kayla
Sean Kassab
I listened to my heart…

When it shook with fear, as its scars sung the songs of yesterday.

I listened to my heart…

Pounding in my ears like chaos in a silent symphony.
It screeched as it broke apart, fragmented pieces shorn and twisted.
Tearing away as it sank into the cold abyss.
The rusted wreckage of a once great ship, forgotten beneath a greater sea.

I listened to my heart…

It whispered “My God” when I saw you.
When I was so afraid to take the last of a hundred second chances.
Tear down my defenses and trust again.
Try again to live only in this moment, this time without the armor, without the hesitation.

I listened to my heart…

As it became attached to yours, running blindly into a new forest.
Chasing the footprints of wolves.
Two worlds that were meant to collide and become one big mess together.
The inseparable pieces of one existence.

I listened to my heart…

On that day you took my hand, dressed in white and promises.
I spoke the words “I do, I love you”.
They flowed across my lips like liquid, like a prayer I was unworthy of saying.
It was the day I began to live again, and I said your name as you took mine.

I listened to my heart…

In the years to pass, looking back on my life as it was, and as it is.
Lying next to you, enshrouded by the dark silk of night skies.
I took you in my arms, laid my head upon your chest.

I listened to your heart.
 Apr 2012 Kayla
Odi
Next time you tell me to go away
I'll show you just how good I am at disappearing
You just haven't stuck around long enough for the
vanishing act
You have the audacity to
say my name tastes like filth
But have you ever thought
that the source of your uncleanliness
was born somewhere in your lung's
and made its way up your throat
I can taste that
when I kiss you
No wonder everything turn's to grit
in your mouth
You have the stones
to say
you're an insomniac
But there's a difference between
not wanting to sleep
and not being able to
And your hands wouldn't shake so much
if you didn't drink so much coffee
and you wouldn't look so tired
If you smiled once in a while
and your breath wouldn't taste
or smell
or look
like ****
if you didn't smoke
100 packets a day.
So you have the audacity to tell me
"Well, baby the truth hurts."
In that southern drawl
With eyes so animated
I wonder which movie star you're impersonating now
After four months of Kurt Cobain
I've had enough of your angst and love letters
And I'd love to lay
my hands against your throat
and let you feel the threat
of life
draining away
But I know you would just smile
and rack your brain
for a quote from a movie you have stored somewhere
away
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