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378 · Jan 2015
Hold On
Mirlotta Jan 2015
My heart is fading
like the stars
my hold on life
is crumbling like the waves
that crash
and splash
and lash
and leash
the sand-grains to the sea.
375 · Oct 2014
A Fairytale.
Mirlotta Oct 2014
Once upon a time
there was a beautiful time
in a beautiful place
when people were happy
and little boys sang in the streets
and little girls were not afraid to fall in love.

And everyone thought that beautiful time
and that beautiful place
were entirely the work of fiction
until someone said to them

Make that your time.
Make it here.
Make it now.


And them they took the happiness in both hands and rode it
felt the breeze of contentment blow them kisses in the moonlight
wrapped the cloak of serenity around their gowns of blissful ease
embraced the long forgotten warmth of rapture and never let it go
and they
sang in the streets.
and they
fell in love with the next person they laid eyes on
and they

*Made it happen.
Happen here.
Happen now.
372 · Jan 2015
The Artist
Mirlotta Jan 2015
paint on your
plastic smile
with a brush with
hair like knives

shake off your
crumpled skin
like you're shedding
your disguise

sketch in the
broken lines
with a barbed-wire
blue-ink pen

then frame the
shattered soul
you're hoping to
paint again.
An extended version of my poem, Paint.
363 · Oct 2014
An Honest Question
Mirlotta Oct 2014
If you ignore a
- person
- topic
- conversation
for long enough
can you
- fool
- force
- coax
yourself into believing that
- it
- he
- she
didn't ever really matter
anyway?
334 · Oct 2015
i
Mirlotta Oct 2015
i
i is just one letter
but it's also fifteen years of
self-doubt
and forcing confidence into
the veins at
the very core of the word
and introducing myself
into a world of
******* goddamners
who think that 'societal anxiety'
is like a fear of socialists or something
and don't really care anyway
and take my
'hello, i am not afraid'
for granted
because
what kind of idiot
would ever be afraid of
a letter like
i
Mirlotta Apr 2015
my thoughts are a poison
arsenic or cyanide
it's all the same to me
but they elaborate
their trade of ****
and suffocate or
twist my will or
twist their knife
into my skull
and laugh and wait and watch and see
that poison trickles out of me -
instead of blood
as well it should
thick toxin lies upon the ground
and mutters at the shameful sound
of voices in my mind becoming words
that shriek and spurn and spout
the horrors of my head in
croaking voice that's straining at the knees
i'm crying -
help me
help me
please
326 · Apr 2015
Hey
Mirlotta Apr 2015
Hey
I don't have time to shape/define this poetry
so take it as it is and know that one day
you'll be pushed into the empty hole
that's not quite hell and more than loneliness
and I won't be sending you postcards because
for some reason yours never found me -
or maybe you just didn't send them.
318 · Jun 2018
Sonnet #1
Mirlotta Jun 2018
Let me write you a sonnet from the mind-
Like sky and sea, I've broken from the soul.
I want to be with you, unbroken bind:
I want to be with you before time's toll.
And when sun sets and night unfurls her gown
We'll count the stars that linger til the morn
And know they'll never, dying, sink full down
We'll sink into embrace as day is formed.
Whilst time is slow and life is painful short,
We must, emboldened, stop time on its way,
And let this lover's summer be as ought
My wild eyes, your lips, we graceful fae.
Thus when you slip half-gone into my bed
Let us not sleep but make soft love instead.
my first attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet lol
283 · Oct 2014
Skin
Mirlotta Oct 2014
Skin my Soul
and
Slit my Wrists
and
Embrace the
Raging, Blazing
River of Pain
and
Listen to my
Heart as it Beats
and
It Bursts
Right out of my Chest
and
It Hurts
And It Hurts.
282 · Oct 2014
Utld.
Mirlotta Oct 2014
Watch her eyes -
she's dead inside.
176 · Oct 2014
Untitled
Mirlotta Oct 2014
A shot in the dark
Your arrow through my heart
Right on target

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