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I fell for you
like a moth to the light.
Moths die.
 May 2014 MariaLoves
yasmine
Misty air,
Hushed laughter,
Adrenaline rushing.

That night,
I realized who I wanted to be;
What made me happy.

Silenced chime,
Creaky door handle,
His shadow.

I ran,
I ran as fast as my feet would allow on the mushy ground.
I ran from the haunting life.

She stayed close,
Ran with me.
She ran with me,
Away from my life.

Soon enough,
He caught up.
Our source of freedom,
He came from behind.

Wet feeting smacking the road,
We walked to his old red pick-up.
My first time seeing freedom.

My first time,
Doing what I wanted.

No one could control me,
Not even my parents.
No,
I didn't allow it.
I didn't allow their leash to hold me from what I wanted.

Starting engine,
I realized who I wanted to be.
I realized who I was.

I wasn't their innocent little girl.
I couldn't be what they wanted.
I couldn't do what they wanted.

I realized,
I was an adrenaline ******,
A free-spirited girl,
Reckless.

I couldn't be,
The quiet,
Self-less,
Innocent girl.

So that night,
I allowed him to take me away.
Take away my leash,
The invisible force holding me back.

That night,
I became who I wanted to be.
You.                                                
You are.
Are you?
You are.

You.
       *Only you
A play on the words you and are.

Meant to be read in any tone the reader prefers, and in any way they would like to perceive it.  An open poem for an open mind. Is the 'you' referring to the reader who may be in self doubt... or will the reader think of a love in their life
.. are they the one?

Just came to mind so thought id share.
 May 2014 MariaLoves
Antonio
You lit me up
and took the first long drag
of my innocence.

I felt so alive!

I burned with orange
and red intensity
as you inhaled me
into the warm and
darkest depth of your chest.

As I swirled around
your beating heart,
I was one with you
in a vaporous peace.

Then the moment came
to evict me from your being.
The walls around your
pulsing heart suddenly
collapsed and expelled me
passed the puckered
wet lips that once
inspired my lust,
and I vanished
in the breeze.

All that remained of me
was a spent remnant of ashes
that you flicked into the wind
and extinguished me
forever.
 May 2014 MariaLoves
Oco
Mujeres heridas
Mujeres rotas
Mujeres violadas
No me dan

Dame las santas
Dame las perfectas
Dame las inocentes
Tocadas no sean

Tráigame vírgenes
Tráigame niñas
Tráigame flores
¿Dónde están?

No hay mujer
Que no ha sido tocada
De alguna manera
Tocadas todas están.
 May 2014 MariaLoves
Cora Salas
14w.
 May 2014 MariaLoves
Cora Salas
I wish
All the pretty words
I say to you
Weren't such a cliché.
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