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sitting on a park bench i what i realized
among other things
is that the texture of a product...
comes down to the compassion of the owner
because the silk scarf you gave me once sat so softly upon my neck,
it suited everything i wore
its color was vibrant and lively
it made me warm

but now your gone,
with the wind
with my heart,
and the scarf i came to wear as a daily fashion
sits around my throat
a noose made of barbed wire
a rope of thorns,
a necklace of hot iron
but i still wear your scarf,
it sends venom to my heart but i will adorn it with pride
because i know in crowds my face
is one of thousands
but this scarf..
is yours

and im hoping that one day you will see it
and bring my heart back to me
and place it back in my chest
along with yours

*L.G
i am a drug, abused drug abuser,
you like to pick me up, take a drag
rip a piece
and throw me away in your disgust,
wear me thin...
and while you work on breaking my spirit
i inhale of my own poision..
pulling clouds of happiness into my lungs
for the low low price of my sanity
you picked me up one night and screamed
threw me to the corner and as usual
but this time you cried
you said"im sorry"
i don't know what that means
my soul is gone, i sold it to the devil for a fiver,
grinned as i counted the cents and he laughed away
my anonymity is stripped even the walls know my name
i dip my head as i walk down the street i don't want to meet their eyes
it hurts ,
to see that emotion,
happiness? content? i don't know
since you picked me up like a piece,
and started burning away my sanity
i became a drug

but im in limited supply

*L.G
not often i write about my addiction to narcotics but its good to achknowledge what brakes you down so you can work on how to improve.. thanks for reading:)
summer heat like a rifles barrel,
swelters through me, i see her with wandering eyes,
shots fired,
oh im alive!
pulse quickens in an agonizing heart beat,
shes two steps too close, arms around my neck like satin
and smelling of rose...
the world.. stops
  the clock ticks, it tocks. lips lock
I measure time in the burgundy red marks on my neck...
one hour...two hours three hours four..
how in gods name did i end up on the floor?
cheeky smiles wripple through ghostly sheets reverberating into giggles expelled through the air around me
I swear im in heaven....no,just my bedroom floor,
but ive not had enough!, i climb up the bed sheets
challenging as the steepest mountain.. colapsing upon the summit,
flag in hand
the curves of her hip...pouts can be heard...solved with loving kiss...moments of bliss turned sour to sweet...*

L.G
we sealed the love in ink, on her heart and on my arm
as love casts me i become a man made out off egg shells
supported by craft paper..
let love guide the unweildly.
let it kindle the hearts of the dammed...
let the  light fade out the darkness...
and let my hands take hers again
like nothing has become of my pain
forget all images of suffering
forget everything but cotton...sweet scented on strawberry lips..
forget nothing but my hand on her hips,
take me away. for just one more day,
lets stand aghast the way we used to,
lets run through red light lit streets screaming like banchees
we cheat death by existing! take me to your arms!
let me forget nothing but the love i let you hold
deep in your heart
softly on your hands
Let me feel the love...

before i awake once more

*L.G

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