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 Sep 2013 Kwaician
Sarah Savannah
Don't look into my eyes like you know my escape.
Do not touch.
You cannot take.

My level is where you're not.
Nor is anyone else that i've got.

Stop trying because you won't see,
who the real person is,
the girl called me.
 Sep 2013 Kwaician
Sarah Savannah
The dark is calling,
it's drawing you in.
Don't keep stalling,
let temptation sink in.

You can't run and hide,
from all the things you won't confide.
So step over and cross the line,
and leave all the ***** behind.

This is now the end for you,
as it was for me,
but this is nothing new,
for this is how it'll always be.

The dark is calling...
it has drawn you in...
no more stalling...
temptation has sunk in....

the end.
the dead.
 Sep 2013 Kwaician
mj
Maybe.
 Sep 2013 Kwaician
mj
i hope you see this and realize how much
you have hurt me.
how much you have ripped the tears from my eyes
and thrown them to the cement ground.
i told you i loved you,
and instead of saying it back to me,
you walked off and asked me why i did.
you took everything from me,
and ran off with my feelings.

i believe in forgiving and not forgetting.
but i always seem to forgive you too often.
i let you slide countless of times,
and you stole even more.


i'm sorry i could not live up to your expectations.
but i am not perfect,
and neither are you.

i hope you are happy
with what you have imprinted on me,
because i am tired and foolish for meeting you.
i am done and so are we.
i gave you chance after chance,
and i guess i ran out of oppertunities to give.
maybe you will realize what has happened.
or
maybe
you
won't.

{-m.j.}
 Sep 2013 Kwaician
Matthew Walker
I talked to a cat the other day,
No, that’s not lingo for dude,
I literally talked to cat,
I asked this cat,
“Hey cat, why are you always laying around?”
And it said told me,
“Because human, sometimes you just have to relax,
Stop moving all the time and take a moment to breathe.”

I talked to a dog the other day,
I asked,
“Why is your tail always wagging?”
He said,
“Because I find happiness in the little things,
I’m joyful because I have food to eat,
And because someone loves me.”
“But sometimes your owner gets mad at you,
Why do you go back to him?”
He said,
“Life is too short, it isn’t worth hating,
Forgive and keep on smiling.”

I talked to a rat the other day,
I didn’t have to ask him much,
“What’s the point of living when you’re known as ****,
What’s the point when you’re just a rat?”
He told me,
“Man, life isn’t about what anyone else thinks,
It’s about choosing to be who you want to be,
Accept that fact and you’ll be free.”

I talked to a bird the other day,
I asked her,
“Why are you always singing?”
She told me,
“Because music brings me peace,
In times of pain, it rescues me.”

I talked to a man the other day,
I asked him,
“What’s the purpose of life?”
He stared blankly for a few moments.
And then, with his head down,
He uttered three simple words,
“I don’t know.”

Sometimes its alright to look to the simple creatures,
Instead of the almighty man, for a little bit of wisdom.

Of course,
None of this actually happened,
Because animals can’t speak.

Or can they?
4/2/2013
 Sep 2013 Kwaician
Sarah Savannah
The scars
are deep
and run through
my veins

as though you
were the one
who cut them.
 Sep 2013 Kwaician
Fish The Pig
I look at you and I see perfection.
that kind face
and kind words.
So many people love you,
and I've fallen in love.
But perhaps, not with you.
The you I see behind your eyes.
I look and see pain
Inside those perfect,
happy eyes
I see sadness
and memories you've tried to forget.
Underneath your tan skin
I see the quick ripples
of what's underneath
I see what beats true in your heart,
I see the monster you hold within.
All your sins
and demons,
I see them all.
And I love them.
I dream of you
And the deep tonality you echo
The sincerity etched to my bone
So that I will never forget the fact

I dream of you
And the pudgy child that came running
Always in the background, always full of wonder
Laughing at things I will never forget

I dream of you
And the sweet nothings you whisper on the dial
The excitement that takes over when I read your letters
The constant reminder of the words I will never forget

I dream of you
And the verbal abuses we bicker back and forth dripped with regret
A cat and mouse chase waiting to fight for the death until one surrenders
Forfeiting the chase I will never forget

I dream of you
And the insecurity of your constant necessity of reassurance
Temporary amnesia you always had towards my own honesty
Forgetting to tell you the words I will never forget

I dream of you
And the opportunities I will never use to convince you
Never will I be able to touch your skin or kiss your lips
I will never forget the last time you said “I love you”.
 Sep 2013 Kwaician
b for short
By Wednesday
I’m ready to
         unhook
              unhinge
                    unfold.
Peel this pale skin
right off these overtaxed bones
& let my soul sip
on all of the thoughts
I scolded myself
for thinking
while I walked
across the company parking lot.

I’m sure she would tell you
that those sipped thoughts—
they taste like slow jazz.
They envelop the tongue
without permission
& casually uncoil into
all of the beautiful,
tasteless language
that is able to seamlessly
twist and bewitch.

I’m sure she would tell you
that anything
worth a sip
is forbidden,
as she cups her palms
& presses them to your lips.

“Have a drink,” she’ll say,
   “You need some color
                       in those cheeks.”
© Bitsy Sanders, September 2013
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