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Akemi Aug 2015
This vacant warmth
I ******* hate it

I think I lapsed and missed my own funeral
Shrugged and felt my head roll off
But did nothing

Because what’s the point, anyway?
What’s the ******* point?
3:52am, August 10th 2015

I can't escape this feeling
that I have lost something irreplaceable,
and without name.

I keep reaching out and grasping space.

Was it stolen, lost, or never here?
Has age merely revealed this gap, or deepened it?

There was never anything here.
There was never anything here.
There was never anything here.
There was never anythinghere.
there was never anythighere
therwas neveranythign here
therrwasneveranygthniever
therawasnevrabtghere
therwanevthnigeher
therneveher
Akemi Aug 2015
Smoke under your clothes
Who’d know?
Summer died beneath you
In some apartment we ****** in
5:23am, August 2nd 2015

Where did you go?
Akemi Jul 2015
Come away
She’s adrift

Kissed her shadow
Dozed the district

Did you really think these ghosts would vanish?
Mr. Mrs.

Wear me white
Wear me white
2:25am, July 14th 2015

Stop running. Keep running. It's all the same.
Akemi Jul 2015
Dragging my head on the ground
No one, no one’s
I’m catching death on my lips

Sliver off my flesh
Heart’s beating bruises
Well, there’s nothing here but nothing
So give up

Won’t you wear me like a sweater?
Drape me loose across your legs?
Tie me to the bottom of your nothing head?

Kiss me till I turn to dust
Kiss me till I turn

I’ll believe in something when I’m dead
We’re all just passing over each other’s empty skin
Don’t pretend anything
Life’s as worthless as it seems
2:19am, June 29th 2015

Deadbeat, dead weight, dead end.
Akemi Jun 2015
Swallow your glass whole
Nothing will
Burning through your open closed
Swing, miss, swing

There’s an empty grave beneath the park
Where smiling children sing hymns to a silent dark

Who was suffocating
Once here, or nowhere?
Yellow toothed maniac
Down, dead, dying

I’ve worn my neck right through
Thinking of you
3:27pm, June 29th 2015

Nothing is ever as it seems. The world is shrouded in lies.
Akemi Jun 2015
I was born warm and lonely
An ocean to swim free
Gold and empty
Suffocating
A mother’s warmth sung saintly

Lord above and beyond
Father never felt so strong
As the days he made currents over headless homes

She would kneel like mother Mary
Lips quivering haste
And he’d raise his arms to the heavens
To strike her ablaze

Every Sunday morning
I’d watch her sing through swollen lips
So filled with veneration
For a God that couldn’t exist

No hymn that left her
Ever helped her
God save her
******* save her

I was born again on a church pew
Where I left my rusted cross beside my youth
1:49am, June 14th 2015

It's taken me 22 years to write this poem.
Akemi May 2015
Lovers in the lines disappearing
Folding fading

Hazy in the midnight
Waning grey

My eyes were flickering lights
Passing stories unsaid
And a comfort I can’t remember

Curve gone crooked
I left my head here
I left my head

Misread your softness
Misspoke some promise
Blurred in the wind
7:56pm, May 29th 2015
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