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 Oct 2012 Lucy
Matt Roberts
I had a friend once
who would always tell the funniest of stories
like this one time
he woke up in the same bed
the same room
the same house
the same town
but today was different
today, for once, he was sober
and he very much planned to stay that way
from this moment in time
or what eventually became that moment in time
which became next week
next month
pretty soon
you'll see
he'd be a new man
a clean man
a respectable man
a sober man
I just came back from my friends funeral
not too long ago
he overdosed on some ******
ironic too
because he had some serious plans to get clean
the very next morning
I had a friend once
who would always tell the funniest of stories
he was going to get clean
you'd see
 Oct 2012 Lucy
Matt Roberts
I don't have perfect hair
I'm not 6'2 & 190 pounds
I don't have bright teeth or a six pack
my eyes don't shine through a darkened room
and I'm far from photogenic
I forget more things than I remember
I have no special skills or discernable talents
my skin is pale and full of holes scars and ink
I feel uncomfortable out of place & awkward
in almost almost all social situations
I'm slightly paranoid & always afraid someone somewhere
is judging me
I rarely get anything on the first try & I often lose faith
before I accomplish what I've set out to do
I'm my own toughest critic & believe that
I'm average at best if even that
I may not be all that I'm supposed to be
but I might be everything you may never find
in someone else
so with all of my flaws faults & shortcomings
of which there are many
my heart still beats
and I can still manage
to love you all the same
 Oct 2012 Lucy
Riq Schwartz
Rain
 Oct 2012 Lucy
Riq Schwartz
I don't want to sleep tonight
so we can hear the rain,
and watch our memories slowly spin
like whispers in my brain.
You say forever feels like love
and death is but a day.
But little help that offers me
when you're a world away.

So I don't want to hear the rain
if it will wash you out.
But someday soon we'll find the tune
our life can sing about.
Number three of Project Rewrite - taking other users' top words, whatever they may be, and reconstructing them into a coherent piece. Special thanks to Pandora for the inspiration this time around. Your words are always beautiful.
 Oct 2012 Lucy
Jae Elle
a beacon shone onto the
cold stone steps
like an escape stripped of
human consequence

she felt the warmth
but dared not tread upon it

he could breathe life into anything
he touched
& she prayed they'd never
have to shake
hands



though she still sang into
the kitchen sink
if only to remember
that she
could still carry
a tune
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pizJl6ikfOY
 Oct 2012 Lucy
Ted Hughes
Lovesong
 Oct 2012 Lucy
Ted Hughes
He loved her and she loved him
His kisses ****** out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she ******
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered  into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows  pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined  sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face
 Oct 2012 Lucy
Kyle Matthew Berry
Your careful eyes hardly looking,
avoiding me, I believe.
I see you here, even still
they disappear...
but I really don't see you leaving.

I can feel your hands and arms warm around me
hours after you leave.
I lay there for hours and hours,
it'll be hours 'til I can sleep.
Rewind to keep you here,
I think I missed a scene.

Your careful eyes hardly looking,
avoiding me, I believe.
I kiss you and they stay still.
opening to reflections of yours and mine.

I count them when you're here with me.
the hours we spend in silence, the hours we've spent kissing.
A trance for thought, a loss for words, they blink...
Nothing to think and nothing to speak,
closed eyes now, there's nothing to see...
Our tongues entwined for the evening.

Time flies, but it doesn't mean anything,
I take my watch off to hold you closer,
even closer to me, you'll wear my ring.

Opened, closed again,
closer.
Credits rolling, the end,
closure.

By the time they open again, we lay still, only breathing.
I think we are hours past this movie, but I really hope you aren't leaving.
I couldn't ask for anything better to dream of...
when I'm next to you, smiling, soundly sleeping.

I wish you could read my mind,
but I'm not so sure you can't.
There's nothing really in this town,
I'll use that as a quiet place with you though.

Or a place for me to miss you,
miss your lips when they leave .
But your flavor slipped onto my mouth too,
so before I see you again,
in anticipation, I can bite my lip.
In a souvenir, I can taste you.

I want to be a testimonial
to your testament of love.
For now
in this town.

We are hours into some movie, we are slowly losing pattern.
My words are hopeful and your eyes are daunting, bearing every ring of Saturn.
We're in our own space, and any exit would be a fork in the road, a wrong turn.
 Oct 2012 Lucy
Arthropod King
I tried, believe me, I did.

If only you could have been there to watch it.

I ran inside myself.

I drowned within my spirit.

I swam in a sea of blackness, filled with my essence.

I felt my warmth.

I cocooned myself inside this body, and cancelled any outside resonations.

I turned inward and made my concience backwards.

I ducked, the ever-flowing world passing me atop my head.

I curled into nothingness.

I became dissolved.

I felt my spirit.

And just like he told me,

I merged with myself.









And nothing changed.
 Oct 2012 Lucy
A N Sweet
big.
 Oct 2012 Lucy
A N Sweet
pullin' on my heart strings
feelin' like a bee sting
it was such a little thing
but the feeling was big.
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