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And then one day the world did end.
No dark clad mourners could attend.
There was no one,
There was no where.
There was just nothing standing there
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
Travis Cox
Right now, I need someone
I need someone to hold.
I need someone to keep safe.
To keep another safe makes me
Safe.

Feeling another's head lean,
Brush up against my cheek.
Noticing the tickle of an eyelash
Gliding, whimsically over my skin.

I don't feel secure
I don't feel lost.
I'm trapped in a limbo:
Peace holding me in stasis,
Sorrow reaching for my heels.

I need someone to hold
I need someone to keep safe.
No.
Not someone.
You.

Don't think I don't need you.
I need you in the morning
I need you at the sunset

You, more than anyone.
More than a father's love
More than a mother's

And when you ask "Why?"
I think it's obvious:
You're everything
I want to be.

In your dreams I see
My own desires
My own needs

Your eyes hold a glow so intense
I wonder that the stars shine
Through their petty jealousy.

If you still don't understand
I'll say it one more time:
You're everything
I want for me.
I am tired,
Weary for tomorrow’s journey
That has not yet come.

A drought hit me,
Draining the well once refreshed
Replacing with thirst.

Pulling me ahead,
The rope of obligation and responsibility
Keep me moving.

I cannot resist,
Or render myself motionless,
And quit.

My eyes are closed,
But my heart and soul is open,
Ready for something.

A pure purpose,
My soul searches and scans timidly
For a direct path.

It isn’t there,
And I’m foolish to look
I can’t help it.

So I remain tired,
Clinging on to a moment today,
There’s still hope.
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
Amethyst
Four
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
Amethyst
four nights
scars on my heart
tears down my cheeks
blood on my wrists

four days
words spitting from your mouth
punches escaping your fist
death reeking from your skin

four letters
carved into the side of my car
haunting my mind
creating your name

four failed attempts*
rope on a hook
gun to my head
all because of you
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
Chuck
Mow the lawn
Clean the garage
Pick up the poo
Fold the laundry
Wash the car
Vac the floors
Fix the sink
Paint the trim
Love me forever
Be a good dad
Be happy

Can do!
Well three out of eleven "ain't" bad.
Lennon said come together over me
And then he sank back into the dirt
He said to love
we said make his blood spurt

Tragic angels
are what we crave.
Like poor John
Plunged into an early grave.
There is a reason he started dressing like Jesus in 73
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