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 Dec 2015 kellkaym
Maria Etre
It starts as fire in stomach
it churns over burnt nerves
and over used thoughts

It makes it way up
to your pulmonary system
it clogs your arteries
fights the oxygen
slow asphyxiation

Then it reaches your mouth
unwanted word *****
shaken not stirred
leaves a sour taste in your mouth
those acids of despair
those uncontrolled insults
that stab the other
on hit after the other

Then it settles
like the waves of raging sea
it sits in fetal position
in the core of your brain
burning neuron by neuron
with flaming guilt
silencing all irrationale
and giving voice to logic

You sit there
awake, it's 5 am
and all you can do
is replay day themes
of your angry blackout

Oh rage you're such black magic
that I have
yet to
master
 Dec 2015 kellkaym
seasonalskins
her voice
tripped over cobble stones
drifted through waves

her voice
echoed in empty rooms
cracked through walls

her voice,
stays knotted in her throat
 Dec 2015 kellkaym
Daniel Kenneth
Tragic characters in an empty theater
God doesn't watch us
God doesn't care
The passion we were born with fades to dust
With every cigarette we inhale so eager for our death
On the last night on Earth I will stand by your side
We can plunge to our death
In love,
You and I.
 Dec 2015 kellkaym
Aisling C
When we drunkenly
kissed in the lane,
we sat against the wall,
your hand was on
the back of my neck,
and you tasted of
cigarettes and beer
and I liked it a lot,
the cold stone path we
sat on sent shivers up
my spine and so did
your electric mouth
and I liked it a lot
this is about a very nice boy who has good taste in music
 Dec 2015 kellkaym
Jaaxxx
Cigarette
 Dec 2015 kellkaym
Jaaxxx
As I watched the fire
burned my cigarette
I put the darkness
of the smoke  
inside my lungs

then I thought of you...

you watched my desire
you shared your secrets
I saw your sadness
we shared lame jokes
I was happily stunned

now...

You are tired
You wanted to keep it
And now I'm hopeless
because last time we spoke
I thought that wasn't the last

now I need to light another cigarette.
 Dec 2015 kellkaym
Matthew Goff
Inside the day, convulsions sweep me within the circular tide, whose currents endlessly root themselves along the shores of disappointing sentiments. Abandoning a singular precision, in using reverie with a blade to carve out the jewels with splendid contour, fashioned after the exquisite role of the past, I have failed to attract the elegant throats around which I stalk the beautiful endlessly.
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