Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Dec 2013 MKF
Angelo Beato
KJFF
 Dec 2013 MKF
Angelo Beato
I love the symphony of your scream
The sound is all i dream
Its everything i want to hear
But not enough for me

Its slightly beautiful to paint with your blood
It makes the canvas pretty soft
I know its not a pleasure
I **** just for fun

Your flesh its almost gone..
Oops , the cat must have eaten all
Maybe i **** just for fun
Maybe its not enough

I used to know you well
Its kind of a farewell
I couldn't careless
Your life was meaningless

There were times i loved you
And wish you didn't exist
But still..
It would be necessary to invent you

I was smiling
As you were dying
Dancing on the stars
In another state of mind

Cutting your lovely throat
Keeping your eyes
So you can watch
And enjoy the show

Laying back
I just **** for fun
Laughing out loud
I just **** for fun

My hopes and dreams are gone
I guess that so are yours
We used to share a lot
But now you are even dust

I put you in the ground
My fun is satisfied
I hear voices all around
My shadow hunts me every night.
 Dec 2013 MKF
Dear
Untitled
 Dec 2013 MKF
Dear
You're living out a death wish
And I am too
With every cigarette we smoke
Every sip of poison that runs us thru

And life plays this ruse
Where it pretends to be big
But it's all bark and no bite when we remember our future in the clouds

We're excited to live and even more
so to die
The road to awe
The greatest surprise
Wonder we might
About what's upon the other side
I feel we already know
We already see a meager slice

i theorize what we'll find
Is the rest of the whites in our eyes
That ****** mother type white hidden beneath our iris
The teacher of our pupil
Blue vines intertwined with immaculate prospects
Having never kissed oxygen

This is not a love story
This is death
This is the illusion of an end
This life is the speck of gold in a deep brown eye
Small and obnoxious
Beautiful and important

I am speaking of the gateway
To behold our unbloomed glory
 Dec 2013 MKF
Tiffany Nicole Moon
Love has taken hold of me...
A grasp that I cannot refuse.
Left cold to sleep under leafless trees...
Bare and broken as me...
Search for my heart or for my mind...
All I find is more minutes, more time...
Clocks ticking in my chest...
This block steals the pencil from my hand...
But I have so much to say...
The lines of paper staring blank...
My brain is duct taped shut.
 Dec 2013 MKF
Dánï
Dimming
 Dec 2013 MKF
Dánï
It's sad that as we grow up the brightness in our eyes dims,
Our faith and hope gradually slim.

The stars disappear, they aren't as bright,
It all becomes opaque, the caliginous night.

Our voices get softer, our fear louder,
We prefer to be lonesome, oh we're such downers.

The last of our emotions drip out, the color in our skin drains out,
You don't hear not a sound out of us, though trust me, we want to scream and shout.

Our hearts expand but get quieter,
Filled with sorrow- heavy yet at the same time lighter.

We become so very lost,
We yearn for happiness, though we all know it'll cost.

Can't help but feel scared, paranoid,
We'll do anything to help fill the void.

We feel an emptiness in us- start missing nothing,
We want to learn how to trust, give us something..

It's sad that as we grow up the brightness in our eyes dims,
Our faith and hope gradually slim.
-d.***
 Dec 2013 MKF
Nikki Whittaker
It's that time again
Bubbly drinks and wrapped smiles
"MERRY CHRISTMAS! MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
They can't see my hearts demise
They're all laughing
It's ringing like bells and I
Can't make it stop long enough
To soothe my tearing eyes
Everywhere, they are everywhere
Kissing me, hugging me, touching me
I can't breathe, get them away
The pain of overbearing families
I'm unhappy
To be honest, I'm mad, I'm upset
It's Christmas today
And I don't feel my best
It's that time again
Crackling fires and apple pie
I jump and burst out the door
And scream to my hearts delight
Yet I don't, no, not really
Oh, but how I wish I could
Show them how broken I am
I know that I'm misunderstood
My stepmother thinks my attitude
Is not appropriate for today's event
But she can't see, no, she can't tell
To be a brat was not my intent
It's simple, and yet it's not
Because my heart is broken
And no matter what I do
It will always break open
They sing the merry carols
And I watch the Christmas films
But I'll always be like this
I'll always feel these winter chills
I can feel all of them
The spaces where she should be
How warm she'd make me feel
If her arms were around me
It's that time again
And I still don't know where she is
But I hope, yes, I pray
That soon I'll be over this
 Dec 2013 MKF
Jared Eli
I've never collected trading cards
Though I once collected stamps
Until one day
The catalogue stopped
Sending them

I never followed the
Dewey Decimal System
In any place other than
The library
Where I spent my
Childhood days
Falsely convinced that the building
Was at least a block
Big

I've never been patient
For anything but a doctor
Though I once waited
Ten minutes
For the bus
And only got up to pace
Twice

But with her, I find myself
Collecting memories
Of snapshots I've taken
In my mind

Of her fingers
Tracing my face
And holding my hand
Gently
Because I'm never sure
How confident I should be
When holding her hand

Of her lips
As she talks
About things that
Excite her
And I watch them
Hearing her excitement
And wanting to kiss her

Of her teeth
As they are revealed
When she smiles
When she speaks
And as they bite me
I want to make her smile
When the world goes
Boom

Of her eyes
So beautiful
Framed by glasses
Or frameless
And looking
Up, around, at me
Displaying her emotions
And other
Evasive thoughts
And I can't help wondering
What runs through her mind
But it could be
The same that runs through mine:
Unfiltered bliss

Of her hair
The way it tangles so
Easily
The way it reflects
Her and matches her
And how the first time
We went bowling
I used it as a blindfold
So she would be surprised
When I
Kissed her

But with her, I find myself organizing
These memories
These thoughts
This unbridled energy
That is the happiness
She brings

The organization reminds me
Of a library
Or the TARDIS
Because in here with the memories
It seems bigger
And I might be a madman
"But it just may be a lunatic
You're looking for"

But with her, I find myself patient
I can wait
Steeping in happiness
Like oolong in a clay ***
Getting stronger and stronger
The longer away I am
I can grab my
Bag of memory
And every moment with her
Builds my supply

Like nothing could get me down
Not now
Not for the predicted future
And sure Chaos
Is hard to predict
But **** patterns, I'm making a beeline
For her
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTF6nGc9Omw
 Dec 2013 MKF
Darbi Alise Howe
I once met a captain, three yards from the sea
In a tavern where only true sailors should be
This captain questioned if I was a We
"No," I replied, "I am both lonely and free."
He, too, could relate to a life in this way
His comfort came from the boat's gentle sway
And time held nothing but day after day
Yet my smile, he said, kept his ship at bay.
The captain, filled with both warmth and fear
Watched our faces in the tavern's mirror
Sadly, and tenderly, he declared it was clear
I was the shipwreck into which he would steer.
 Dec 2013 MKF
pascal
corinna
 Dec 2013 MKF
pascal
she was always worth the world and some change
as she sat slowly saying symmetry was never her game
gonna loose her cool
gonna fall for some fool
She was always trapped in her ways as she searched in a gaze that lasted for days
expressing things that made you think she needed to re-find her ways
and loose herself beneath its skin
but instead was entrapped by its glue
stuck and stagnant stuck in its every fragment
keep the strain
all for a little taste of pain
gonna take the next train
and break her frame
pull the strings
to pull on my wings
wipe off that grin
and let yourself begin
clean up this anxiety you've harbored in
 Dec 2013 MKF
Brian Sarfati
i keep on thinking,
and grasping,
and clawing for

words
and words
and words
upon more words
stacking on, or attacking
this stagnance of mind,

unintentionally filling
this nothing
with thoughts
of your memory:

a sunsetclad feather
locked in a safebox
in the corner of the basement
of a mossy cottage
resting on a flowered hill
in some faraway place
recurring
in my sleep's sleep.

(somewhere
i long to belong to
but may never reach.)

do you travel there, too?
 Dec 2013 MKF
Emma Arthurs
Organic
 Dec 2013 MKF
Emma Arthurs
breathe me in with

cigarette smoke

so i can cling

to your dying cells,

           since i cannot

           hold your hand

or heart

— The End —