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MS Lynch Nov 2013
the human body
has three hundred and fifty bones
when we are born
which fuse together
as we grow
to two hundred and six;
further simplifying
down to condensed calcium
and summated marrow,
growing our skeletons down
to simpler beings as we grow.
if only the human soul
was not the opposite;
******* into
spreading stardust
particles so quickly that
we cannot put a simplified
finger on exactly who we are.
black & gold.
MS Lynch Nov 2013
i want to swim in your psyche
and drown in your soul.
knee-deep, toes like raisins,
head below the surface,
tumbling onto shore with every
crashing thought.
i'll scuba dive through your every flaw
and take souvenirs in memory
to remind myself i love each
drop of water you think scars you.
i can hear your ocean in your heartbeat
and when you tell stories no one knows.
and your sea slips through your eyes
sometimes; saltwater sadness.
i want to touch the very bottom floor,
ten-thousand leagues under your heart,
where your humanity rests and cries and loves.
let me sing and swim, let me in,
for i am so thirsty for that salty clear blue abyss
you grow into everyday.
i will willingly ride out each wave
until your tides subside and you are calm,
flat lagoon with moonlight right on top.
i want to plunge into your persona and
submerge myself in your mind,
breathing in the sweetest water
my lungs and ocean have ever known.
MS Lynch Nov 2013
Life is the cold and you are my sweater.
Can't say anything right, so I write you a letter.
I try to fight my emotions but I always surrender.
God, I wish I never met you... or maybe that you never met her.
MS Lynch Oct 2013
Through the clock's burrowed bounty,
And the timeless starry gaze,
I ventured into writing
In a warm and hazy daze.
With God's hand on my shoulder,
My lover on his knees,
I wrote the only truth I know:
Love changes, never flees.
MS Lynch Oct 2013
Does love give us wings or cut off our legs? Your red wine mischief makes me think the latter. You hide in your women’s ******* from the only girl who consumes your mind; hoping lust will drive out the love. I watch you destroy yourself with your own mind. We are all born with a clover in our hand, some are lucky and some are not. But your forehead kiss on my drunken head makes me think I have four leaves.
MS Lynch Oct 2013
I am throwing up
because I am drunk
and you are holding me
rubbing my bare back with your hands
skin on skin
and I feel so loved
and you kiss my forehead
and tell me it will all be okay
I fell asleep
you said sweet dreams
and ****** her straight til morning

(you break me over and over and over again)
MS Lynch Oct 2013
We
were growing
so much and
nobody even noticed, not
even us, and it was
a beautiful pull from innocence into
true feeling, like a chasm or a
black hole of magic; one day you look
around and realize nothing is the same
and sometimes that hurts but do
not worry for things won't
stay that way for long.
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