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When this world has deprived you
Land beneath your feet,
Air for you to breathe,
Hope to grant you sleep,
I will be here.
And I will write
Of you,
For you,
To you-
I will write a world
through and through.
No matter how all edges
has pinned my arms
on the tamest grounds,
still I will write
of one true wild.
I will write a world made
For you, especially for you-
To survive.
 Dec 2015 Marissa Mira
Emily B
are you certain-sure
I’m not just some
figment
of your imagination--

a pleasant memory or two
grown large
over time
until the telling of it
becomes more legend
than fact?

I sometimes doubt
that I exist
at all.
Meditating under the waterfall the cold feeling thoughts become to clear to question emotion at all.
The sun blaze , is beauty to a dumb face,  I'm the known race that's no race,  as the moon rays interpermeates my physical state , I reminisce the days i've gazed into space.

Recalling the reoccurrence of the light rays shifting, those with glasses must've missed it. Colors worth the risk.  Concentrate on the 7 frequency rates on the disk.  Close circuit surveillance "Ahchosi....... can you show us your face?   How quaint.  To visit my state and match how my spirit elevates.  I calmly remark " you're late"
I'm so out of place. I wish i can be more open but i have to do it all in slow motion. It makes me feel broken.
Successfully rehabilitating myself.
Now that's what i call help.
older men
later nights
ferry rides and a photo's sight
tight dresses
sweet guesses
lips on cheeks &
lies and messes
rain on your windows
tongues on your teeth
whiskey on your breath
daydreams of me
you feel like SATIN
but you taste like
POISON
beautifully mislead
with all but paranoia
we've got classroom
SMILES
but the things we do on bathroom
TILES
and we always stay up late
but it's all for the survival
and late nights in that apartment don't seem so
long
when all you've been doing is
singing my
SONG
and
licking your
LIPS
touching my
THIGHS
kissing my
NECK
while you say
GOODBYE
but guess which one of us said the lie
because in the morning after you said i'd be
GONE
im still here because with you nothing felt too
LONG
My head, my heart, they are empty,
producing, containing nothing.
Yet, they are stuffed to the max,
flooding with thoughts, emotions, worries, hopes.
How can one be so empty, yet so full?
I am a ghost existing,
alive and dead in this twisted world.
They drain us of vitality and fill us with emptiness.
We are the lost.
Don’t bother looking for us,
we are already gone, found.
"I'm here if you need me. I'm here if you need to talk, I'll listen."
I say every time I know she does
But she's always so reserved
Afraid to speak her feelings

"Thank you I'm fine, really"
Is the lie she tells every time
Followed by a fake smile
Thinking I can't tell the difference

Feelings are weakness
Is what she thinks

Her lips are smiling
but her eyes are crying

Her eyes have so much to say
But she bites her tongue
preventing it to speak

She holds on to her feelings so tight
Not knowing who to trust with it

I show her that she can trust me
I tell her that she can trust me but
She can't see
She can't hear

Look! I am here for you
You are not alone
I swear I am here

I want to be your safe haven
I want you to come to me
when you're happy,
when you're sad

Come. Talk. Laugh. Cry.
I'll listen
Wrote this one for my friend who's going through some tough times.
There was something wild in her
Something corrupted
Something destructive
I often wondered if there was a fighter plane
soaring high in her skies
Fighting to defend something precious.

There was something wild in her
Something loud
Something overwhelming
I observed her in her calmest state and watched
as she demanded power from the others
But in the most manipulative way,
where you would never know it was a command.

There was something wild in her
Something loving
Something passionate
I was blessed to lay with her from time to time.
I wanted her heart for all of these reasons,
But she was too wild for anyone.
It just came to me..

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