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 Jan 2016 Marissa Kohlman
Emily B
Your icy breath brushes my neck
on summer days when no one sees.

I doubt that you ever

belonged to me.
I don't recognize your spirit.

Tell me
what it is you want
and maybe I can set you free.
 Jan 2016 Marissa Kohlman
BhaRaty
Clothes lying on the floor.
Wine spilled all over.
Wrapped inside your arms.
Under the cold sheet.
Your aroma all over me.
Romantic music still playing on.
Last night, Our souls danced passionately.

~JasB
He makes me feel beautiful. Not Vogue beautiful that can be washed away with soap and water. No, he makes me feel Botticelli angel beautiful. Venus de Milo. Starry Night... He makes me feel like art in his private gallery. He looks at me with all the wonder and amazement children have before the world turns them cold. I am a fairy tale and all his wishes come true. A fine wine to be savored; taking in all my subtle notes with each sip his eyes take of me...
He is the first person in a long time that has made me feel that my inner beauty is showing on the outside.
 Sep 2015 Marissa Kohlman
Pax

I sit alone as if I am fading
Invisible in the ashen fields.
My heart longs to be somewhere
to where I see myself
Clear as the new day
True to oneself’s beauty
Away from the toxicity of people’s opinion
Or as far away from my own shadow of doubt.

I sit alone & not running anymore.
Losing strength as the wind passes by
Losing a bit of my edge in this unreasonable persona, I face.
Yet I never give a **** as long as I kept on going
Reaching for something Unreachable,
I can only hope…

I want to feel the life of someone’s at arm’s reach
to feel that I am alive
I missed you.

this feels like a follow-up on my 'ashen gray' piece:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/298918/ashen-gray/
though it is much more in a different road,
a road that i am longing to have..
My heart elevated once,
Synchronizing with your heart beat,
Enveloped and engraved in the fullest,
With each beat my heart would race,
Indeed.

Once the gushing emotions reached their peak,
You left me on the verge to decease,
Shattered mentally and emotionally,
Like an ashen or crumpled piece,
Never mind thee.
breathing calmly;
but all my drinks
and thoughts
are mixed
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