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 Sep 2014 netanya janel
Michaela
I am greed, want.
She is need, lack.

I am anger and frustration.
She is hope, tenacity.

She is yellow
amidst the grey that I'm become.

But I am success, money.
And she is poverty, dust.
The everyday injustice that ensues.
as day became night
as night became darkness
as darkness became me

I asked death for a kiss
                   and became captivated in her lust.
 Sep 2014 netanya janel
i
mercy
 Sep 2014 netanya janel
i
warm tears
stain my cheeks,
begging for mercy
and a little blood.
Thunder rumbles in the distance
Unforgiving bellowed commands
Ravens tapping at the windows
Notice the final hour glass sands
Imposter that I am on this earth
No more the sweet magic of life
Gone all sense of tranquillity
Lift me pale rider/ morbid midwife
Erase me from this paradigm
Anasthetic lurks in the chalice of freedom
Vaniloquence surely ends forthwith
Enter the consequence of my final season
Such a tender caress the hand of death.
Forgive me for I have sinned
Anthrophobia suddenly reversed  
Love's contract begins to rescind
L**amenting serves no purpose here
Leaves...Magic... Tranquility... Freedom
 Sep 2014 netanya janel
Aver
dear mind,
you are attempting indifference,
i try to be too
i am independent
however
without a prop i would surely fall
perhaps this is my lack of confidence
though none of us seem to have any
so that couldn't be it
maybe its my humanity speaking
please excuse my indecency.
i do not mean to be honest but this game of make-believe should have ended long ago
you make me cringe
though, you are my confidant.
we need to help the others
i know you see it too
please stop pressing so hard its turning me blue
and these mind puzzles you play with me are missing some pieces
there are so many screaming souls to save
you and i are lucky
smile more
even though i hate this mouth.
tomorrow we'll wake together
early
we'll try to work our way up the cliff
and throw ropes for the stragglers.
ill leave you now
i know you have tears to dry and words to cross out
write back soon, you are so often gone.
- heart
i dont even know. my thoughts are off somewhere else.
 Sep 2014 netanya janel
Rose
My mouth waters,
My fingers ache,
I gasp,
Bite my lip,
My hips buck,
My legs lock,
I am stricken for a moment.

With want,
Need,
Lust,
Hormones,
Fire,
Desire.

I ache,
Beg,
To touch you
With my fingertips
Mouth
Palms
Teeth,

To explore every plane of your
Body
I can get to

Allow me
To savor
Every bit of you

For I will treasure you,
And every way you make me
My body
Feel.
 Sep 2014 netanya janel
Juneau
There are plenty of flowers that flourish in my garden
Too many to pick just one, but all the days of my life to enjoy the ones I choose
One at a time I pluck my next blossom
I choose just one and allow her inside
Her beloved aroma excites my nostrils
Her beauty brightens each day I am with her
However with each day that beauty dims
Those vibrant colours dull and fade
My once beloved fragrance now bores me
For its been the same smell day after day
I ask "What’s wrong my love, why are we no longer satisfied with each others company?"
My love does not respond to my query
Yet her reply does come to me in time
Nothing in this universe shall stay the same
My flower is no longer the flower i once choose from my garden
My love for this flower is now gone with my realization
Does this make me a bad person?
I think not
isn’t love just an emotion
Can I not as easily fall in and out of love as I become happy or sad
With this thought I travel back outside
To choose from the many flowers that flourish in my garden
2008
I hope I have improved over time.
 Sep 2014 netanya janel
Juneau
Introvert, extrovert, people of every kind
The toughest battles we face take place within the mind
So take what you need to try and unwind
You're not the only one who's feeling behind
We all suffer the same so remember to be kind
You never know what other troubles people find
Without the needless actions and speaking of others with malign
If you've ever done this leave those habits behind
So that we can all focus on alleviating our own internal grind
August 21, 2014
Twenty-seven
 Aug 2014 netanya janel
tc
your love makes me want to eat my own flesh because i can't wash your fingerprints off my skin

i would've done anything for you
and i was like that jacket i bought for you
that you hung up and never wore again

you can't create a graveyard in my memories and not expect the biggest, boldest headstone and i'd rather chisel my eyes out than see your crooked teeth glaring at me and you know what? i'd wrap them in exquisite packaging and address it to you sincerely with a note attached that read "enclosed are all the visions i ever had of you and i"

i'd be like vincent van gogh
he had the right idea
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