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 Feb 2014 lina S
Morgan
Untitled
 Feb 2014 lina S
Morgan
I tried to cry
but nothing came
I tried to care
I'm not all there
 Feb 2014 lina S
Oly Light
Untitled
 Feb 2014 lina S
Oly Light
I
    am
           unbearable.
You're
           un-
                 shutupable.
That's
           un-
                 believeable.
You're throwing
                             "You're
                                           un-
                                                  reliable".
­Sorry that it happened to you dear.
We shouldn't have gone this way
"We weren't together" you say.
Yeah, I'd comfort myself
                                           like this
                                                          from where you stay.
"Sorry for betrayal
                                 if that's what you wanna hear"
"Fine,
              we both know
                                         you'll pay"
 Feb 2014 lina S
Sir B
"My thoughts are stars that can't fathom into constellations."

“You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.”

“Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.”

“I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

“What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.”

“You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.”
Oh the book, its a wonderful creation. I appreciate its existence.
 Feb 2014 lina S
R
im not ready
 Feb 2014 lina S
R
last night i dreamt that i was a portrait artist
and you wanted me to draw you.
so we sat in your room,
you spread yourself wide
and put on that face that i ever so love.
i started with your finger tips
because every time you touch me,
i know they care for me.
i moved onto your legs,
so graceful... so soft.
i went onto your back
and i danced on your spinal cord
and watched the way it arched.
and when i got to your lips...
i just couldn't get enough.

this dream, i guess it meant something.
someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be
anywhere near me.

i am so dark, i cant ruin you as well.
you are my friend but sometimes
my dreams say you're not.

i dont think im ready. and i dont believe that i ever will be.
****
 Feb 2014 lina S
Evynne
Sleeping lovers
Mad with drive
Naked hearts
Torn from their homes
Forcing lack of emotion
Drunk
Covered in dirt
Listening to the wine calling
Searching for the key
Locked away with
The demons

Quick, darling
The flames have
Barely covered
The garden
We still have
Time

Yesterday's
Distance
Is no match
For our
Loss

Someday,
The ghosts will bleed
And
We will win
 Feb 2014 lina S
Redshift
he listens to me in vermont
as i breathe in new york
the slow labored tones
of sleep.

from a scratched house by a ****** park
to a rich wooden cottage deep in snow-hushed woods
my moose listens to my little sighs
and groans
and going-to-sleep-noises.

the way he clears his throat comforts me.
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