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Natasha Yount Jul 2010
Today I broke a promise
to the little girl
who vowed to be different
from the rest of her family

Today I broke a promise
to the smiling siblings
saying, "Don't be us"
who were so proud

Today I broke a promise
to the future I held
which was so bright
and so promising

Today I broke a promise
to the children
I will someday have
as they gag, "Mommy, that's gross"

Today as I drew the cigarette
to my chapped young lips
inhaling the revoltingly sweet flavor;
I broke a promise.
Natasha Yount Jul 2010
A dream fell out
and slithered on the floor
as I slept against the tipping moon

It decided to run
supposedly away from
the fear within my mind

I remember the image
t'was innocent enough
with singing and dancing

So why leave
it dreaded the hatred
I bear for everything

****** dream catcher
useless in the capture
of my lovely land

My head is filled with smoke
the fear and hatred
and I hurt until the light
Natasha Yount Jun 2010
Raining meteors
across the sky
straight into my mouth

I swallowed a star
and as my body burned
i listened to the stories

Stories from across the
galaxies and frozen space
tales and fables of grandeur

Such like the emptiness of
and the loneliness of
the stars in space

I swallowed a star
and as I passed on
tears fell

For i was the stars
first only and last
loved friend
Natasha Yount Jun 2010
she said,
"fight the monsters"
"what monsters?" he asked
for he was
sickeningly pure minded
"the monsters within"
she claimed;
"within me"
so he drew his sword
and gathered his shield,
allowing her to swallow
his gentle nature
in a single bloodless meal
"I will protect you"
he vowed,
never to be seen again.
Natasha Yount Jun 2010
I'll cry
You'll scream
We'll screech
With hands tight
Nothing stopping us
Together we'll be
Natasha Yount Jun 2010
lift up arms
weightless and numb
to float away on clouds of smoke
as the neck drips
off the body losing one
precious head while eyes rest
within an empty shell of hair
sweet smile lost in the bed folds
to laugh at the walls
when they melt to the floor
crying tears of grandeur
here hands comb hair
tangled fingers break
curls now dotted with flesh
warm shivers run past
dry eyes
smoke picking up the pieces
putting a face together
mask
arms weightless and numb
Natasha Yount May 2010
Say, how do
you’re so lonely
your heart here
in my hand
broken in bits
with no reason
Say, how you
your hair chocolate
your tears cupped
in my hand
pooled together, singled
with reasoned grief
Say, how much
cigarettes kissing lips
poison swallowed swiftly
in your hand
reasoning proved wrong
Say, how can
nothing works anymore
eyes are dead
in my hand
with good reason
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