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 Apr 2015 Destiny Fuller
Sky
They say I am
nothing
worthless
a waste of space.

Maybe
they are right.
Maybe I am
empty space
with no cause
I am always in the way.

Maybe that is why
the silver blade
the orange bottle
the cold black barrel
the fraying braid
looks so
appealing.

Maybe that is why
I look at
the onyx waves
the jagged edge
the open window
the flickering orange tongues
and feel compelled to move
closer.

The face in the glass
is but
a skeleton
a ghost
a shadow
the empty shell of who
I used to be.

I will greet
the darkness
as an old friend,
arms stretched
wide and warm

I will
take the silver in my hand
the orange bottle
the cold metal
the fraying braid.

I will meet the call
of the
onyx waves
the jagged edge
the open window
the flickering orange tongues.

I walk towards Death,
I reach out to grab his hand,
I enter the shadows,
I
DISAPPEAR.
This is actually supposed to be a slam poem.
I miss you
Like a thunder in the night
I miss you
those moments when you hugs me tight

I miss you
Like the desert missed the rain
I miss you
and its driving me insane

I miss you
like the bees miss the flower
i miss you
like a summer needs a rainshower

I miss you
like i never did before
i miss you
and it hurts even more

i miss you
and its like a needle in my heart
i miss you
and its tearin me apart..
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You're a one night stand
But we spent too many nights
I lost count of it.

You're that unexpected kiss
On a drunken wasted night
Of vomits and *****.

You're that awkward hi
Exchanged by strangers who
Thought they both knew each other
But were clearly mistaken for another.

You're the bruise that turns blue
When I accidentally bump my leg
On the corner of the bed.

You're the scar that I never
Knew I had.

You're the bittersweet taste in
My mouth every morning.

You're the last thought lingering
In my head before slumber takes me
And you're the vagueness that
Haunts me in my dreams.

You're the scalding hot shower
In a cold freezing morning.

You're the boiling tea that numbs
My tongue for the rest of the day.

You're the obsession
I will never learn to let go of.

You're that person I will
Never get to call mine.

You're the one that got away.
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