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They gave me a
29 page pamphlet on
what I can no longer
enjoy.
There wasn't one line
on what I  could
abuse.

We all have our outs,
our ways to escape
it all for a few
needed
moments.
A purpose or a
vice.

My mother has her
wine,
my father his
faith and his guns.
My brothers all
have their futures,
my friend his
Lalo.

All I have
is this,
and if it
ever leaves
me ,
if the words stop
coming.

Then what am I
but another
empty useless
soul ,taking
up space.
Fighting off the
demons,
waiting on the
darkness to come.
 Mar 2014 Marissa Godinez
C Alyn
I never knew what love truly meant,
Until I met you,
You with your deep brown eyes,
Yet you were forever to be distant from me,

I never knew I'd be plated with resent,
Until I met you,
You with someone else - that made me cry,
But, I suppose, everyone's better than
me,

I never knew what love truly meant,
I was only told not to love someone like you,
You, who will never love me,
And I will always be second best
I cast my shine
far back into the
darkest of times.

I'm looking for
the reason,
a word,
the moment that
will complete
this next line.

I'm rummaging
like a wino in
the trash for
something worth
salvaging.

I'll pull out a
worthy memory
like a rabbit
by the ears.
Lay it all out
letter by
let down by
shinning moment.

That feeling which
is this hole
in my
chest where love
once lived begins
to fill
with every line
completed.

I began to smile
and soon feel
whole.

Each one completed
is another one
ended.
And once again
I began to
panic.
Shuffling stones sing
sad love songs with
the waves.

Evil gulls stared
at the
setting sun
with dead
spots for eyes.

I wrote a
name in the
sand.

I sat with my
back to the
world .

Worked on
the *****
and watched as
the tide slowly
took it away.
It's early in the evening but I'm so tired it feels like the late hours of the night. I have a cup of tea in one hand and a cigarette in the other and I can't even look at the stars because they remind me of your eyes.
It felt like spinning.
Like when you hold onto someone's hands and spin as fast as you can
It's a mutual trust, for if one person let's go, the other will fall.
It was scary, and thrilling, and constantly spinning.
That's what our love felt like.
Like a machine of perpetual motion,
spinning faster and faster
holding on tighter and tighter
Slipping
more and more.

It left me dizzy and sick
like the Tilt-a-Whirl carnival ride you kissed me on
with your mouth sweet from cotton candy
and your palms sweaty from the July heat;
But this time I did not have your arm there to steady me
*******
*******
******* *******
*******
You ****** my mother
You *******
I ought to *******
You ******* ******
Dearest ******
Of my mother
I’m ******* ******
If you don’t smother
Me with *****
You fuckity ******
**** your face
You lucky ******
****
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