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 Aug 2014 Thoughtful
Austin Heath
Sitting in a Starbucks sipping a needlessly costly dark roast,
wondering if I've solved life, or if I'll break apart soon enough.
A tightening sensation.
I could get a ****** cup of coffee at both ends
of this ****** workday, and it'd be lovely.
Just having a sense of time,
even if it's just to **** time away.
**** everything away.
 Aug 2014 Thoughtful
smallhands
february was fairly pink-shaded rows of days
felt unloved
and april was blue, and i was drowning
january was icy, and your heart towards mine changed
and the poems we write, cling to our veins
pale hands crave to seize the omens and turn them into stanzas to mutter late at night
a last hope to remember that this won't be the death of you

-cj
Battered brains, diseased gums,
Loaded veins, twisted tongues.
What a life, we'll take the plunge.
 Aug 2014 Thoughtful
Ella Jackson
These memories I tried to burn from my brain by lighting
         cigarette by cigarette.
       Hoping that one day the smoke would cloud what memories remained of you.
         Memories of you and I
         Stuck in my brain
         Like stars stuck to the landscape of the sky.
         These memories that bring so much pain are the ones that not even the rain could wash away.
         Memories which sent warning signals to my nerve endings and set my body alight.
Memories which couldn't be eroded away, even with the strongest of acids.
These memories are positively stuck.

When I wake up from dreams of you
I begin my day with thoughts of you
All these tragic memories that haunt me day by day
Sending shivers up my spine.

Not just memories of you
But memories of me
My little reminders of the many pains of life

The only thing that could hurt me more than you
Is the pain of the memories of who I once was
The things I once did
And the person I will never be.
©Ella Jackson

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