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May 2016 · 396
Emma
ns May 2016
My Elysian sweetheart,


Maybe I was dumb to invest in another soul.
But see, you're all too **** beautiful,
the way you get me feeling, girl, I'd give you all my dole

Rock me, baby, let's have a good time
I'll draw us a rose petal bath,
let me give you a massage,
maybe open some fine wine

Let's take turns testing each others limits,
Don't worry, baby, I'll go first.
Close your eyes, let me feel your body tighten
Hold on, baby, look me in the eyes when you burst

Oh, Emma,

I remember the way you taste
Such a warm, soft feeling you are
I'm sorry I was so ****** to you,
but please know, I tried so **** hard to make sure I was never far

We've eaten the shrooms and I've felt your body melt on mine,

And the way I could feel your mouth skip a breath as my body hovered over yours,

Oh, Jesus, Emma,

Wherever you are,
Please waste my time.
May 2016 · 324
Quinn
ns May 2016
Hard eyes, Devilish grin
No one will ever quite understand

The feelings you put me through,
No, I know they got to you,
Jesus, Sweetheart, let's go sit, hold my hand.

Remember when you first puked from alcohol?
I drove 4 hours to be at your side.
One month later, we're no longer friends, not even acquaintances, No, Doll, please just sit back and listen.

I always spoke, you kept no distance.
Yin to my Yang or more so Yin to my Yin.
What even ******* happened that night?
**** it, I guess I'll never fully understand.

Remember getting high in the back of neighborhoods, and sneaking out together?
When we would run through the rain or scream sang songs, or would always need each other?

I won't live in the past but you've blessed me with memories, you've blessed me with your undying grace

and now every time I hear certain songs or go to specific spots, I can't help but think of your face

Maybe I got too attached,
Who knows, we were together every single day.
But now I wait, wondering if that relationship could ever re-hatch
Then I remember,

Things will never the same.
May 2016 · 273
Untitled II
ns May 2016
The door in my brain swings open on it's hinges,

once back,

once forth.

Excessive metallic -- multi-colored sparkles rush and clog and shoot,
I should be screaming,
but I'll sit.

Silent,
Observant,
Beauty of an albino snake

What's it like to fall in love with Brown Eyes again?

Selfish,
Soulful,
Ignorant

I'm well-rounded in my own way, can't you see?

Mmm, but baby, You seem like the type to love you then leave you.

Let's give it a go,
my,
I do NOT need you,
                     however, I will crave you.

Give my soul attention, it doesn't want your comfort.
Unless, of course, they're your lips.
Then disrupt my aura and show me what beauty is.
May 2016 · 339
Christopher
ns May 2016
Walnut hard casing, emotional soul swimming
Don't squint your eyes at me, we are on the same level.

Stop suffocating your serenity,
You don't have it all figured out.
There's a garden growing inside of you, I've seen it,

Why can't you let it loose?

Reputation, Reputation
Work, Mature
money, money, money.

Catch a Scorpion by his tail, He loses balance,
but what happens when He snips His own back?

Smart,
Manipulative,
Respectful, Resourceful, Model

We're all striving to be perfect. Why is your definition so standard?
May 2016 · 719
Melanie
ns May 2016
hazy Bubbles masked with sugar fluff,
Cancer heart beating,
Will you ever not care?

Please stop pouring for blurry faces,

Your heart is too pure to strain

smiles fade to Alaskan rays,
resembling waterfalls, or maybe linen

You are  loved and  e   n   o   u   g   h

My ghetto symphony, Dear,
joy excretes from your cowardly shell,
all you are is misunderstood...

but I understand you, Melanie.
Mending souls, fighting for acceptance.
Hmm, aren't we all?
May 2016 · 677
Untitled
ns May 2016
Ludas: love that is played as a game or sport; conquest
Mania: obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows
Pragma: love that is driven by the head, not the heart

Baby blue, how suiting you were
Such a natural born novice
L o s t

/// Naïve /// playing in a rose garden
Stabbed by thorns masked in Soft Pink
Such a delicately pieced tragedy

You stupid Little Girl,
How could you not know?
Salt water lips stinging my tongue

Tuscan Sun engulfed by Black
Obsidian snaking though your veins.
Why?
Thoughts intertwining with
Feelings
soon washes the alabaster with cherry

Lost in the abyss of her eyes,
Breaths are heavier
And your body constricts

You bite,
You scratch,
You wale in lusting agony

--- But roses no longer fill your lungs
--- And marigold no longer fills your veins

What a stupid, stupid mistake.
May 2016 · 427
Andrea
ns May 2016
A wildflower blossoms wanting to be a rose, it's floricide
Will you stop demeaning yourself?
You quirky little Peach, wake up!

Heavy heart, eyes crazy as ever
going in each direction, different colors, I expect nothing less to fit someone like you

Happy Tab
keeping people on their toes, up all night, flaccid brain,
What a wavy ride your presence provides

Tongue of a parakeet,
Just let her get High

She'll light her cig and care intently.
There's no one like Andrea,
my sweet Serendipity Baby,
Didn't you know Wildflowers grab everyone's attention?

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