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 Oct 2013 Sarah
REAL
Moon Deep
 Oct 2013 Sarah
REAL
Dressed for cold
we met in the park

On a cold fall night

Were the only people awake
were us

walked until the morning came
walked with smiles on our faces

we were together
we were happy

Oh how i loved
the cloudy sky
and the way the air made my nose cold
cold enough to see my breath

walking on the derserted streets by your side

standing on a cliff listening to river flow away

and the lights of the wolrd made the world shine

played in the playgroud

and walking on a narrow step
trying to keep our balance  

oh the night was alive

oh how alive

we sat in a gazebo
quiet we were

wanting to kiss
but to shy

what a lovely way to spend the night
with you

with you

oh how lovely
your bright green eyes are

and your raspberry smile

how lovely
you are
 Oct 2013 Sarah
Morgan
the trees are shedding
their dead leafs
but the dead parts of me
are only blossoming
deeper into my veins
soon,
the ugliest memories
will be all that i have left
like a tree full of dead leafs
that just won't ******* let
go of their branches
jesus christ
won't someone shake
them free...
oh
won't someone shake
this pain away from me
so that i will have the room
to grow untainted beauty
freshly from my core
*i just need some space to start over
 Oct 2013 Sarah
Jessie
My toes have bruises
From all of the times
You've stepped on them
When we embrace.
I can no longer feel.

My tongue has cuts
From all of the times
I held back on saying
I love you.
I can no longer speak.

My eyes ache
From all of the times
I have looked at you and
Caught you staring first.
I can no longer see.

The one part of my body that isn't hurt from you is my heart.
No matter how many times you break it
It still beats on.
 Oct 2013 Sarah
Morgan
Whipped
 Oct 2013 Sarah
Morgan
I don't want
to write about
fireworks,
and butterflies
and pretty
stars in
perfect
skys.
I want
to write about
the gaps
in your teeth
and the way
your voice
sounds when
you're angry
I want
to write about
the mess of
clothing
that you
don't even
wear,
all over
your bedroom
floor
I want
to write about
the tears
on your pillowcase
and the way
you so often
fail to make
sense
in the morning
I don't want
to write about
all of the perfect
things you do
I want
to write about
why I'm
in love with you
and
I want my words
to prove that
there's nothing
you do
that
I'm not
attracted to
...
 Oct 2013 Sarah
Matthew Walker
sometimes I get the urge
to talk to you
somedays I want more than anything
to see your face
every single day I long
to feel your eyes piercing mine

I want to remember
the gentleness of your voice
I'm uncontrollably craving
to be captivated by your love

I need to be lost
in the warmth of your smile
I really just want
to be with you again

but I can't
because you're dead.


*m.w.
10/3/13
 Oct 2013 Sarah
Morgan
watching someone acknowledge
their worth for the first time
is like watching someone fall in love
for the first time
it's unlikely that you'll catch
that hopeful look in a person's eye
but if you do,
it'll paint itself inside of you
 Oct 2013 Sarah
Morgan
Photographic
 Oct 2013 Sarah
Morgan
I can probably describe in detail
every time I've caught you with a
sad look in your eyes & every time
I've seen you hide a smirk
I can probably go back to all
of the times I've heard you laugh
and all of the times I've seen you cry
I can honestly probably even recall
every cute sneeze, every deep
yawn, every eye roll, every voice
crack, every text message, every
phone call, every hug, every unkind
moment, every sympathetic glance
I remember everything about
the people I love
and it hurts sometimes
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