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 Mar 2011 Megan Kirby
Bubbly
I revealed
Everything
To you, love

Now I ache
Everyday
For you, ****
 Mar 2011 Megan Kirby
Joel M Frye
Dead heart beats,
floorboard creaks;
killer shrieks.
Hey kids...Lucan and I have started a group called, "History Light".  Shorts and snippets and skewered perspectives on history and historical writes.  Anyone who likes to write in miniature is invited to join and contribute.  Have fun...we intend to!!
2-19-2011  JMF
 Mar 2011 Megan Kirby
Joel M Frye
leave me your moments spent
without thinking, staring into space
while on hold or waiting in line
for your slush of cold coffee

all that time pulsing away
from an opened artery
of your life

drop your minutes wasted
listening sort of
to the drivel of an almost friend
into the jar held below my sign
"starving for attention - please help"

leave me your moments spent
without thinking
of me:

i'll have all the time in the world
Eleanor in The Water

Clear as crystal in my sight
I see you once again
drifting by as day meets night
bringing back the pain

You couldn't swim forever
no matter how you tried
but you had no care for tethers
and that was how you died

The stars were out that evening
we saw Venus I saw you
and as you slipped under the surface
there was nothing I could do

So now you swim before me
**** and starlight in your hair
I will tie these rocks around my feet
then the river we shall share
Think I'll retire for  a wee while
my poems are crap and my writing vile
cannot type a word spelt right
all my words are put to flight
stuck deep in a ****** rut
need a boot up my sad ****
got to stop just had enough
stopping while life feels so tough
gonna wipe out half my writes
throw loads away the next few nights
clear all the crap I put on here
so much selfish crud I fear
reading back I think oh no
I wrote it for my own ego
You lay beside me,
Fingertips caressing
The edge of my hair.
Your ***** whisper
Intoxicates the whole of me.

I inhale your scent,
Perfume mingled with
The taste of your skin,
And have need of nothing more
Than your closeness;
Body, breath, and beating heart,
Always beside me.

Gasping awake
I view our room;
Dark.
And your place beside me;
Empty, cold, and still made.

I swallow hard
To choke down my cries
Forcing my wails to stay
Deep inside my gut.
And I shut my eyes
To imprison rebellious tears.

I try to plunge back to sleep
Back into the memories,
Those specters living in my dreams,
Where you are still
Beside me.
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