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Marley ONeill Jan 2010
I’m an elaborate drawing
Sketched ebony gray
Simple and smooth
Lines drawn only one way
Erase and redraw
Start it over again
But each time it’s the same
Only endless in pen
Marley ONeill Jan 2010
Nothing more than a parachute
I am drifting high in the sky
Think I will never come down
‘Till I hit the ground
Strollin’ through life
Surroundings passing me by
Like I am trudging through mud
Don’t have veins, got no blood
Marley ONeill Jan 2010
The most beautiful maiden
Bears dismal mannerisms
That are perpetually incurable.
The most inviting thing
About a spiritless ******
Is the inexorable flame
In her eyes.
She fondles her necklace
And closes her eyes and
Swears not to smile.
She says,
“This one is fatal, and
Forever. I will not be saved,”
Calmly and remains lull.
Why is it that
The most memorable romance
Is a crumbled heart that cannot be fixed,
But cannot be forgotten and
It is insufferably brutal
But it is a flower to the eyes.
An enormous negation,
Yet pure substantiation,
A correct falsehood.
So swollen and senseless,
A crumpled letter
She fingers with those perfect hands
That she reads over and over
But it never makes any sense.
Marley ONeill Jan 2010
“Go,” I said,
Like it was too late but
I knew that it was not.
Slow motion, under water,
A painful sleep
Disrupted by an apologetic embrace,
Watch me let go.
It is like warmth,
Impossible to escape
But I want to stay.
Lovers together, walking,
Talking, thinking…
The most peaceful thing
I have ever seen, I believe
The sun and the water…
Every noise, strengthens the bond.
My stomach in my throat,
Time given as a gift
Like it is solid and
I hate to admit it,
But you are the opposite of me,
I can’t stand you sometimes
And you talk in your sleep.
Marley ONeill Jan 2010
Hard to say how the years have passed
And you may wonder how I lingered
And where the past has been
These last two months.
Love has the wings of an eagle,
And at times it seems far away…
Remains present in the worst of frustrations,
Disappears on the brightest of days.
Can you tell me, my dear,
Where the sweet, sweet days went and
The long, warm nights and
Where that pleasure has been
These last two months.
You have got the face of an angel,
With the eyes I could not resist…
But I noticed so rarely these evenings,
The fixation that I used to miss.
Marley ONeill Jan 2010
The riffs I put on repeat
Never felt the same to him;
So difficult and different,
The cool, clear liquor in which I swim.
Always running, pages turning
Painful blows and silent doses,
Doesn't matter where we go
Can't fight this timely diagnosis.
The throes of passion pulled me under,
Loving waves and first afflictions,
Prescription for a vile infection
Of the heart’s disease, the soul’s addiction.
Marley ONeill Jan 2010
Tepid air and t-shirt sheets,
I lay dormant, yet thoughtful
As the wind of various methods
Of transportation whisper in my ear
From afar.
My eyelids linger open,
Burdensome, but somehow comfortable
And I like my skin bare
Whilst the wind floats on through.
A dry cough keeps me awake,
Like I have been in a drought
For weeks, for months
So rash, so longing.
A full breath I take, but
Always interrupted and
A cool stream of water’s
Not a cure in the least.
Tepid air and t-shirt sheets,
I lay dormant and I like my skin bare.
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