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Marsha Lynn Sep 2013
listening to the
lumbering steps through the home
of someone we both adore-
a philosophical newborn

hiding under the stairs
in a nest we built from
feather filled pillows and
cotton comforters

I felt the quintessential need
to mold our bodies into one
I wanted our bones to liquify
and our flesh and brains jumble

I wanted so badly to just
kiss you

No one found us
So I became a part of you
We are as one
Marsha Lynn Sep 2013
mad
you are mad at nothing
because what you thought was there
does not actually have life
and what you thought
was for you
never really is
and you need to stop being
mad
about theoretical situations
that never have time to even fabricate
or better yet
stop insisting that these
theoretical situations
are real
you are living like a ghost
your world is translucent
and you would stop being mad
once you realized
you are living in a world of
dream
wake up
& stop being mad
Marsha Lynn Sep 2013
if I raise my body up from the sheets
and untangle my hair
exit the nest we made under the stairs
do you think you would follow me?
if I were to continue upwards
towards the **** in the backyard
and if I were to mush all the berries in sight
into a sticky paste
that i could paint your body with
would you let me?
I'm just curious
how close you're willing to be
Marsha Lynn Sep 2013
self deprivation
generalizations
self accusation
mixed assumptions
****** fluids
gated communities
federal violations
welcome
Marsha Lynn Sep 2013
you told me to remember
tsuki
moon

we swam in a sea of green clippings
drank the dew
gulped it generously
letting it fill our lungs
sinking into the tub
of moonlight
bathing bodies before
callusing our feet

we walked until our soles bled
from jagged prairies of gravel
and our souls were weary about
continuation
of something
words don't do justice

oh my,
to be under that beloved
*tsuki
Marsha Lynn Sep 2013
I came to visit you
Wearing the dress you thought
was __.

I was looking for recognition
in the **** hole of expectation
you never showed up
like a deflated balloon
I was popped and thrown away
I should have expected this
I'd like to think you were afraid to
or maybe your were frantic to
but couldn't find your keys

I had sweat on my brow
I wanted to tell you everything
but somehow
when I'm around you
words spill out
like *****
none of them mean anything
like last nights dinner
being regurgitated
into your lap
it is all irrelevant
and disgusting

I mumble and trip over my own sentences
and you don't seem to notice
I just want you to catch me
or tell me to stop with a kiss
anything
would be appreciated
Marsha Lynn Sep 2013
I was blistering crimson from
The Bahamian sun
With sand still between my toes
And a lion fish wading
In the confines of my brain
Twisting through the gray matter
Teasing me with its long spines
You told me you loved me
Darkness seemed like sunshine
Soaked from the sky
A down pour of hot teardrops
We ****** in the neighbors yard
I remember my white dress
And the grass stains
And how you were covered in grass clippings
Stepping back into the house
We were in a haze
Deep inside each others consciousness’s
We swam with-
Euphoria
Love is a strange thing
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