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 Jul 2015 lucy winters
Adriana
Those eyes how they pierce into me and see all that I am. It's almost as though he's toying with me. He knows the way my body works. It's as though he finds pleasure in teasing me.
Those eyes how they pierce into me and see all that I am. He knows he has me and I've become submissive to his touch. So weak to his needs, only wanting to be everything he needs.
Those eyes how they pierce into me and see all that I am. Usually I have such control but he has me under his spell. Once again he has me wrapped around his little finger and he lets me know I am only his and his alone.
There is a choke in my throat
An exhale waiting to be had
A river of tears running through
A mountain of sad

A silent scream
on the tip of my tongue
Stays silent
because it's all been said and done

What there was, is gone
I know that now
What I can't swallow
Is the why or the how

It stays there, like a choke in my throat
As I go through my day
Feeling tears that never run
And thinking things I'll never say
By the time these eyes grow quiet
They will speak of her concrete lungs
Mistaken sickness
Crumbling forgiveness as we mourn the struggle
Sonnets of such desperation
Pillars of passion melted to liquid silk
Devoured by precious creation
Fathom these damaged voids
With a jagged prose
Hungering breaths
Foolish
Monstrous
Kidnapped composure
Restless with trembling intention
Collected to a stillborn resonance
Discarded with shadowed reform
 Jul 2015 lucy winters
Jen Grimes
Please, can you skip ahead to the end
Its my biggest pet peeve but
I can no longer pretend
That there’s nothing wrong with the fallout

Soon we’ll be ripped apart,
The universe will want to collapse
But we’re not a work of art
Ill try to hold it in my hands

Come on, just turn to the last chapter
Or rip each one out, instead
Don’t rewrite the story
There’s only one end
i can't stop time or stop you from leaving, so ill write to ease my mind.
we're safe now, my sweet. love has come dangling jewels that have no frogs. and our temples are makeshift and dandy, but our gods are ******' nuts ! it's like the same thing that made you is the same thing you deny. but we're safe now, my lamby lamb... and the harps float in the web of their tyrannies, as the clock strikes a dashing figure in the window of our placid riot. and none of us are cool.
Old lover,
I will wait for you tonight.
You will hear a song,
sung between white sheets,
sing with the voice of past queens.
Yet my voice will be the loudest,
i will be your goddess.
You will scream,
trying to protect yourself
from the rage of a soulless poet.
But it will end.
And then,
you will wake up from your nightmare,
the goddess will be long gone,
you will **** the voices of past queens.
 Jul 2015 lucy winters
C Davis
You were always on the top shelf and I

Was not allowed to use the step stool.

Gazing at you longingly, I've

Embarrassed myself in my desperation.


You drop crumbs for me still.
Today is one of those days
where I feel nothing.
I feel like i'm not prepared.
I feel like a failure.
Today is one of those days
where I feel like I am nothing.
This undying reprimand
And ceaseless mourning
Forgetting to continue in measure
To keep these things at bay
With grace
To say more than enough
Handing floating remorse
Give sway
This night
Born from a lonely day
Pray
Like before
Stomaching passion
To never be whole again
Departing visions
Grasping your innocent defeat
Drowning such sweet melodies
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