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 Jul 2014 kenye
Megan Grace
and from a family of
chronic messes what
do i have to look
forward to except
the chance that maybe
someday someone will
give me a reason to
think my disasters could
be something beautiful?
 Jul 2014 kenye
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Only We Know.
 Jul 2014 kenye
e
There is a place
before the dawn
where I await you
longing, under grey skies
where pregnant clouds watch over me
under the shelter
of a row of pines
on hills of amber
this is our place of love,
lost but not forgot.
 Jul 2014 kenye
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Again.
 Jul 2014 kenye
e
Once again, after the rampage is through
you ask me to stay
in the chaos of regret that ensues
you swear that you'll change,
and this willing fool readily falls to pieces
all my defenses crumble and collect at your feet
as I lose sight of the things that i want
to the blinding need
and guilty desires
laid bare in your eyes.
 Jul 2014 kenye
e
Haunted.
 Jul 2014 kenye
e
So you've decided to cut your losses
leave here before it gets any more complicated
and you know I won't stand in your way
love should be voluntary
not a war,
not something I should have to earn
not something I should have to win.

So before you leave,
before you stumble out that door
won't you say something hurtful
make it sting to the core
say something that will singe
and leave a mark on my heart.

Because one day
should melancholy
unexpectedly
breathe life to your memory
I don't want to regret
the ghost of someone
who was gone too soon
like breath
lost on the windowpane of my soul.
 Jul 2014 kenye
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Untitled
 Jul 2014 kenye
e
My thoughts tread barefoot
across the terrain of words
that spill nonchalant from your lips.

So am I wrong to believe
that in between each breath you take
is a heaven made just for me?
 Jul 2014 kenye
david jm
I'm your mother,
You're my son
In fantasy we are as one.

Stay away,
We cancel out,
Keep a distance safe with me.

I'm contracted
To contract,
I can't let you out again.

I'm a black hole.
I'm infertile.
Won't you please
Just be my sun?
sorry if this is offensive.
 Jul 2014 kenye
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All the rivers have run dry
and all the bridges have been burnt to the ground
someone buried the hatchet ages ago
everyone knows but me
won't you turn around, you may see
a whirling mass of rolling ash
and there's me, standing solitary in the enveloping plumes
with hammer and tools in hand
no one told me you can't ever fix a broken heart.
 Jul 2014 kenye
Epic Monkey
If only "us"
was an option
Our river of emotions
would never dry
If we could just
merge our diverging dimensions
On a silky web of a broken lie

I would be the one to
Dare to face your weirdest obsession
Dive into
Your darkest ocean
Earn a place in your wildest passion
If only "us" was an option

I'd soothe you like a cool pillow
Flip your mood like a morning coffee
So if you'd feel down like a weeping willow
I'd hold your branches up like a trophy
If only "us" was an option

You'd become my reason
to smile everyday
And even
To die smiling in my grave
And thus I crave
Despite our diverging dimensions
A perfect world where "us"
would still be an option

But it never was
And will never be.

~Epic Monkey
Hell
is a metaphor
for a nightmare
from which One cannot awaken.

Live
a good life
as a decent person
and thy Dream at Life's end
shall be a pleasant and well-earned one.
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