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 Dec 2015 Lizley
rootsbudsflowers
I'm trying to get away
Get away from my love.
I'm trying to rid my heart
Of you.

But you call my name
And you pull me back in
With your sweet smile
And your cigarette.

We pretend that we don't need them,
That we just have them for show,
But we both know we're dependent.
At least I know that you are.

You pull it to your lips
And I play off my jealousy
For that sip of nicotine
As if I don't wish that
It were me on your mouth.

And I'm trying to get away,
I know you're no good for me.
But your eyes bring me back
And I'm all ******* again.

You just don't get it.
I can't feed this addiction to you
Anymore.
Because it's breaking me down.

You want to read my pages,
But they're riddled with you.
And you want to see my words,
But they're all just your name.

And I need to learn to speak up
For myself.
 Dec 2015 Lizley
Mike Essig
For my boys, now grown, but in memory still green.*

Sleep, child, the winter is long
and the harsh winds blow cold,
but in my arms you are warm.
The time will soon be here
when you will wake, grown and alone,
to find me passed from this lonely earth.
The years will fly and you will wake to springs
long after my arms have left you,
long after this lullaby is sung.
But  now I hold you as in a dream
and thank whatever gods may be
that we are here, just you and me.

  ~mce
 Dec 2015 Lizley
Got Guanxi
warzone
 Dec 2015 Lizley
Got Guanxi
heart weighs heavy like a rifle.
scope vision obscured
shades of humanity,
blurred peripheral targets
in the near distance.
loud foreign frantic phrases,
similar tones back home,
borderlines, checkpoints to pass
to get back to your own.
Long way to go.
bullets, bombs explode.
shrapnel brings us back to task.
in a flash,
bangs - commonplace,
comrades mates,
a fine line,
between me and the enemy.
Take me back to the catacombs,
Crushed skulls, broken dreams.
Declared conflict, conscripted kids.
Join the battle with me.
Are you ready to die?
 Dec 2015 Lizley
m i a
she
 Dec 2015 Lizley
m i a
she
she was not beautiful

she was the sun coming up
  on an early morning

she was the bloom of
        an april flower

she was the stars shining
  brightly through the midnight sky

she was the rainbow
  after the rain

she was the smile
  on my face that would
    never seem to go
      away.

'beautiful is just too over used, to describe her, so he used these words insead.'
this is my first day on here, and i love this site already. you guys are really rad, sleep well and goodnight. <3
 Dec 2015 Lizley
m i a
his eyes
 Dec 2015 Lizley
m i a
i swear

when i looked

into his eyes

i saw so many unknown galaxies

universes, and skies

i felt like a scientist

eager to discover what was inside
im actually proud of this one.
 Dec 2015 Lizley
svdgrl
Everywhere I go-
I'm just looking for a version of you
that won't rip my heart into shreds,
and try to kiss it back together.
I can't seem to find him.
I guess it's innately you,
to be rough hands
gloved in sweet milk.
And I've become lactose intolerant,
and so very alone.
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