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 Dec 2016 Luna Craft
m i a
. .
 Dec 2016 Luna Craft
m i a
. .
life is currently kicking me in the back,
as my parents, teachers, and peers continue to tell me what i lack,
i silently listen and undertand that the words they tell me, are actually facts,
i really do need to get better at this and that,
but instead i walk outside the door of disbelief,
and on to a mat
that reads,
welcome to pursuing dreams and possibilities,*
which leads
to paths of you becoming who you want to be. not your family or anyone choosing for you. only you. if you believe in yourself, there's no one that can stop you.
 Dec 2016 Luna Craft
scully
i am so in love with someone
who is so in love with me
i can't write about it
because every time i look at her
a verse writes itself
i am hands-off
i am all-in
i am so completely ******.
it will hurt like hell.
i am doing it anyway.
 Dec 2016 Luna Craft
emma l
leech
 Dec 2016 Luna Craft
emma l
"i love you" is hollowing
three words aren't enough for me
(they were until my brain ate them whole. now they echo inside my ears, bounce around until my head has had its fill)
tell me i'm better than the others
tell me you haven't come close to loving another soul the way you love mine
tell me that you weren't functioning
that you were a clock without hands
time flew by in the wrong direction and the numbers on your face were a dead language
until we fell together
and then you started counting in real time and loving every tick of every second

i want you to be aggressive
brand your love into the side of my skull
scar it into my collarbones
make my illness remember

i want you to carve my name into your ******* heart
i want you to grab ahold of my lungs and breathe your love into them
make sure it's the only thing i know
send it flooding through my bloodstream
i need my illness to remember

when i'm like this,
don't tell me you ******* love me
your skin is made of cellophane
i can show you exactly where the lie is coming from
my own head can't take care of me,
how could you?
tell me you'd cut off your hands if they couldn't hold mine
tell me you'd wiggle your way into my ribcage if you could
just so you could be closer to the beat of my heart
tell me you love me and make my illness believe it
this doesn't make sense but i'm having a depressive episode so like it's chill
 Nov 2016 Luna Craft
Ellie Geneve
You run your fingers
down the sulci of my brain
and read my all
like I'm written in braille
 Mar 2016 Luna Craft
neth jones
Deathlessness
becomes my Oedipus
Restlessness is my Vein
I spy from the Windows
upon the Exterior ;
It's Humid, Night and Rain
I pave my Thoughts ;
all bark and froth
I Pound in Drinks
It Powers tight my Bellows
I Hound the Clock
My energy thrives out a fan of nerves
I create an idea of what's soon to be
A plan of a posable culture
forms flossy in my Tide
and
(as the Night Out steps up)
It Bites firm in my mind

I stride across the threshold
Betraying nothing
Of the Savage I've put together
Slough Suited in neat Disguise.
...and so I slip him a quid
just to get rid of him,
him being beggar boy
on the richest street in Christendom,
but it's not him I'm rid of and it is I
who's the beggar,
poorer for all of my
wealth.
All that I
need
is all that
she
feeds me.
 Mar 2016 Luna Craft
Darcy
Smother
 Mar 2016 Luna Craft
Darcy
I suffocated myself with the words I didn't say.
If you are
not an
ocean
do not
make
waves.
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