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Nov 2012 · 263
Deniability
August Nov 2012
Love isn't real
It never was
Why? Because
Nov 2012 · 661
Lovely lovely lords
August Nov 2012
Teasing each other
Tangible outbursts
Curling wrists
Open up the medicine cabinet
Under water
Distilled happiness
Living together
Is harder than it used to be
August Nov 2012
She rubs the night onto her eyes
In her dish sized eyes, tiny moons shine

She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
And you know you want her
But all you can do is revolve around her

She grinds up meteors, hoping for a ****
Her coffee *** is filled with Saturn smoke

She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
And you lay awake and think about her
But all you can do is revolve around her

Inside her chest, a black hole sits
Aurora borealis pours out her fingertips

She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
And you can't stand the longing for her
But all you can do is revolve around her

The stars form her body, her face, her hips
Kissing space directly on the lips

She's a galaxy girl
A world all her own
You are a million aeons away from her
And all you can do is revolve around her
Nov 2012 · 924
Consider
August Nov 2012
You're handsome.
And I like your style.
If only, that was all I wanted.
Nov 2012 · 1.1k
Softest Hair
August Nov 2012
She has stars stitched into her clothes
Her actions reflect no deity or moral
Her eyes drink up the world
And everything
Belongs
In
Her
Palm
Nov 2012 · 843
Untitled
August Nov 2012
Laying down
Light grey cotton sheets rippled in a row
The sun warming skin nobody knows
Stretching
Joints spread apart slightly
Waiting for release, then joy
Turning over
The shift of weight, ever present
The bed groaning as it carries
Standing up
Pulling at all the stiff muscles
That were hiding inside the skin
Smiling
Closing eyes
Breathing in the freshly turned air

Good morning.
Nov 2012 · 2.4k
Fahrenheit 451
August Nov 2012
'The good writers touch life often
The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her
The bad ones **** her and leave her for the flies'

-Ray Bradbury
Nov 2012 · 2.5k
Emerald.
August Nov 2012
Your fingers curl around the remote
Your eyes are vacant and sad

Once a bustling busy body
Moving at the speed of light

Disease has crept into your limbs
Striking hard towards the core

Spiraling out in lovely veins
Red and ready for the taking

Legs that deny you what you most want
Your body betrays your mind

Mother.
Mom.
Mommy.
Where did you go?
And why won't you come back?
This shell you are now.
That's not you.
Come back.
Please.
What's it's like to have a mother with Multiple Sclerosis.
Nov 2012 · 1.2k
Ringlett
August Nov 2012
Slight intoxication cascading over my sensations
Feeling reverberations of your temptations
Medication creating complications
No need for mediation
Beautiful aeration
Nov 2012 · 485
Untitled
August Nov 2012
Don't ever say those three dreadful words
I never want to hear them from your lips
As you say them, my heart will turn to stone
Don't ask me why, for I do not know
It's a chemical reaction to that spoken phrase
I cannot help that I turn away
If I knew, do you think I'd would do it
Why would I want my insides to turn icy
Towards your tender murmurs
Once you say 'i love you'
I'll be gone forever
I don't know why
...
I don't know why it happens.
Nov 2012 · 500
Tränendrüsen
August Nov 2012
I would like to know who you are. I know that I cannot.  What is is you are, what it is you have become, cannot ever be taught.  And though I'd like to say the things I dream about, there wouldn't be a use. You'll tug on my heartstrings, I can't do anything but watch you pull them loose. That is you I speak of, that is you, do you see. I don't want to say what I mean, I just want you to be. How can I ask if you see, if you have no eyes. And that, my dear, is why,
I'm fit for a steady
downward
demise.
Nov 2012 · 988
Shipwrecked
August Nov 2012
Sentimental mentality
She kept
She tossed away all of the things
People say
Her motto being none and
None alike
Nov 2012 · 2.6k
Das Jahr der Schafe
August Nov 2012
It's 1991
A towering time
Frank hearts
Meeting
Only having in
Common
The plastic cups
In their
Hands
Rapid eye
Movement Drawing
Them nearer
Almost touching
Not touching
At all
Conversation
Swirls around them
Trails slipping
In between
Quiet breaths
He tails behind
Her
This goddess
Blue haired
And starry eyed
He
Glassy eyed
Stairs
Bedroom door
An
Unfamiliar territory
Tumbling
Rustling of sheets
The tender
Touch
Of unfamiliar
Skin
Conceivability
Forgotten forever
Continuing journeys
In
Completely separate
Ways
Oct 2012 · 368
Shaking Hands
August Oct 2012
Masterfully sculpted
Delicately made
The eye that passed
Over your creation
Is the one I'd love
To know
Oct 2012 · 2.2k
Fallacies Wear Suit Coats
August Oct 2012
What are all these disturbed fallacies
That taunt and tease at my ear drums
They dance around my brain
Piping little golden trumpets
Playing songs that move my body
In unknown wicked ways
They are never ceasing
Always hanging 'bout
I wish they would stop screaming
I wish they wouldn't shout
Oct 2012 · 422
Man, I'm down.
August Oct 2012
I want to crawl
Into a ball
And go to sleep
Forever
My eyes are
Running wild
Sick water
Streaming down
My head is
Full of air
And my nose
Nothing's there
I want to crawl
Into a ball
And go to sleep
Forever
I'm extremely sick today and it's killing me.
Oct 2012 · 326
Untitled
August Oct 2012
Well, now, fill your head with things of importance.
Things that are not me.
I'm not to be thought of.
That's not my purpose.
Oct 2012 · 459
An old friend
August Oct 2012
Grant
I miss you
It's been years
Come back
Forget about the crack
Where did you go?
August Oct 2012
Your lips look so lovely forming around a cigarette
Your eyes reflecting the perfect shade of regret
Oct 2012 · 514
3B
August Oct 2012
3B
I compensate in child like wonder
It'll take me ages to cure this blunder
Oct 2012 · 291
Untitled
August Oct 2012
Shadows cast on the wall
Some call them dreams
I call them harsh reality
Oct 2012 · 1.2k
Fire, Aim, Desperate
August Oct 2012
Hope you get shot
By a robot slot
Machine
Bullet will pass
Straight through your gap
Teeth
Oct 2012 · 705
Aged With Grace.
August Oct 2012
Times been tough on you
Oooohhhh I know it
I can tell
The milky stains
In your eyes
They know too
They know more
Than I do
The air picks
Apart your skin
The spots on
Your bird bone
Hands tell more
Than a thousand
Words ever could
The color ******
Out of your hair,
Lost altogether
The pigments are forgotten.
Beauty.
Oct 2012 · 616
Lion's Teeth
August Oct 2012
Carry away
Carry away
Say
Say
Okay
You need a pick me up
Take this bottle of-
It doesn't matter
It'll turn you into a beautiful thing
Then your problems will be
Carried away
Carried away
Say
Say
Okay
You're a beautiful thing
I'd like to say-
It doesn't matter
I've already lost you
You've already been
Carried away
Carried away
Say
Say
Okay
...
Oct 2012 · 375
Untitled
August Oct 2012
Taking away the bad
Destroying the sadness
A fiery explosion of lights
Surrounding a cloud of water
Oct 2012 · 659
Don't be frank, Frank.
August Oct 2012
Can you not walk around without your jaw perched that way?
Can you not accept that what you think doesn't affect what you say?
Hey
Hey
And as much as she'd like to lay down with you
The bed is so literal it's nearly nonexistent, it's true
Hey
Hey
You'll loose her before you've found her
Oct 2012 · 935
Self-Pity King
August Oct 2012
I'm a self-pity king
No feeling in my left wing
I don't like it when you sing
My soul is the only thing
I wish you wouldn't sing...
Oct 2012 · 958
Marring
August Oct 2012
Baby, I'm already asleep
I've got clouds underneath my feet
Come up and join me

The dew drops don't last very long
Hurry now, or they'll be gone
We'll crash onto the lawn

I don't think that we would even care
If the sun suddenly decided to stare
As you ran your fingers through my hair
Oct 2012 · 3.0k
Gray/Grey
August Oct 2012
I wish that I could eradicate my fears.
Crush them into dust in my hands.
Tilt my palm to the ground.
And let them be picked up by the wind
That spreads them out into tiny,
Tiny little things.
Unimportant and easily forgotten.
My ashes that lay in my head & my heart.
Made from a terrible fire inside.
That has burned down all the nerves.
Numbing me and isolating me from what I love.
If I could just tip my head to the side.
Shake them out of their hiding place.
And put them against my skin.
Then let them go away forever.
With tranquility overwhelming their place.
Oct 2012 · 883
Hello.
August Oct 2012
There you were. To brighten my day.
To trace my skin and bring the light into my eyes.
No God could do this. God is dead.
Desensitized and diffused.
He's not there, he's not real.
But you are. You are solid.
And soulful.
And beautiful.
Oct 2012 · 730
These days.
August Oct 2012
Every thing on here is untouchable
I want something tangible
A real book
Rustling pages
Sliding roughly on my fingertips
That's tangible.
Oct 2012 · 567
Untitled
August Oct 2012
This isn't a poem. I've been briefly overwhelmed with bits of sadness. And, I feel hollow. I feel so, so empty.
Oct 2012 · 1.3k
Ivory Contortion
August Oct 2012
I think
That I will see
What it's like to be
So cold and angry

I'll step into
Your worn down shoes
Look for clues
Of why your laces are loose

I'll tear your back
Pull at the crack
Ivory is lack
Stepping into the sack

Reddish burns
Eyeballs churn
Having to relearn
Basic motor functions
Oct 2012 · 2.2k
Wildcat Park
August Oct 2012
This is it
This is reality
The color of the leaves in the sun
The feeling of harsh asphalt on bare feet
The light breeze that makes your hair dance
The lack of manmade noise
The repetition of footsteps
Propelling you forward
Oct 2012 · 461
Untitled
August Oct 2012
Pull me close to you
Toes touching toes
Nobody knows
Shhhhhhh
How we feel
What is this feeling?
Oct 2012 · 1.3k
Bird bones.
August Oct 2012
Pigments are filling your eyes
Painting a beautiful picture of your demise
Skin disappearing into thin air
Running non-existent fingers through your hair
Cannot forget the pitter patter of feet
Overwhelmed by the noise of an empty seat
Bones jutting out in a skeletal way
Nonexistent lovers never stay
Oct 2012 · 632
Red Moscato and Cigarettes
August Oct 2012
A swig here
An intake there
All it takes
Is one more
Thought
To consume
My mind
And envelop
My heart
Oct 2012 · 708
Untitled
August Oct 2012
She has tossed you into the ocean.
A trinket.
To sink to the bottom.
To set in the sand for forever.
You shimmer in the sun.
Even though you are so low.
She sailed away.
Looking for a message in a bottle.
I'll dive down deep.
I don't mind the lack of air.
It's worth it for what is down there.
I'll dig my toes deep into the sand.
And plant myself.
I'll sway like seaweed.
And I'll pull you close.
To the motion of the water.
Salt will take over our hearts.
And the blueness of the the water,
Will fill our eyes.
Oct 2012 · 21.9k
The Elephant & The Mouse
August Oct 2012
This is a story I created for my 5 year old niece.

During the old times, things were not as they are now.  Dangerous monsters lurked around every corner doing the ***** deeds of the gods. The innocents had no protection. Only their own wits could keep them living another day.
Such was so for Elephant, he was one of the most intelligent of all the animals in the forest. He was large and grey, wizened with age. He had dark eyes, full of knowing. He had a strong face, with a large round nose. He was the guard of the forest, a scholar, and he could even read, unlike so many of his predecessors. He protected the innocent animals from the evil ones who meant them harm. The gods envied his intellect. They were afraid that it surpassed their own.  They wanted the innocents to be consumed by their minions, the dangerous monsters that lurked around the outside of the protection circle.
They devised a plan to destroy Elephant once and for all. They got their scariest, meanest, largest, most determined beast to do their bidding. The Mushika, some called him “The Mouse”. The Mushika had never been seen before, he had only been a whiff of a rumor found in children’s stories. He was said to be as large as the biggest trees, as mean as all of the god’s combined, and as powerful as the forest itself.
The god’s were able to convince the Mushika to do their bidding, by promising to make him even larger, meaner, and more powerful than he already was. He agreed and began his journey towards the innocents’ home where Elephant stood ready to protect and defend.
Elephant could feel it in the wind that something was coming. He read the leaves on the water to be sure. He knew that danger was almost on them and prepared for battle. He stood quietly, his eyes slowly moving from trunk to trunk. The wind blew slightly, ruffling his long ears. Then, THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. It seemed as if the whole forest quaked. Far away, trees began to fall to the left and to the right. Slowly, it got closer and closer. Until the Elephant could see a looming white beast with red eyes, a pink nose, round ears, a long pink tail, and a massive body.
He roared, “Elephant, I have a bone to pick with you!!” Elephant’s face was calm as he stepped forward. The Mouse lunged stepping on the Elephant’s trunk. Elephant howled in pain, jerking and tossing away from the Mushika’s massive foot. The Mushika persisted, realizing that he had made Elephant utterly defenseless. He opened his giant mouth, full of sharp teeth, about to swallow Elephant whole.
Elephant’s eyes filled with fear, then sharp determination. He mustered all of his strength together and made one final, gigantic tug. His round nose stretched and stretched and stretched, then popped out from underneath the mouse’s foot. He realized he was free, and wasn’t focused on how his nose had become elongated. He shoved with all of his might against the Mushika who was very startled sending him back against the trees. The Mushika had been knocked out.
Elephant called out to the innocents, “Family! We must flee now before this mouse wakes up. We must go where not even the God’s can find us!” All of the innocents came out of their huts.
One of the children, Giraffe, asked, “What happened to your nose?”
Elephant replied, “It has been stretched out, but do not worry. I am fine. We must go now!”
So all of the animals packed their things and went to a hiding place. Elephant realized he could grip things with his new nose. He picked up a giant rock and began to crack the ground away from the rest of the forest. It broke off and floated away, millions of galaxies away. They decided to call this place Earth. So that was how Earth became.
Later on, when the Mushika woke up, the gods were waiting for him. “You have failed your mission, therefore you must be punished,” they said in unison. The mouse quivered as they began chanting strange words. Slowly his size diminished to the size of an apple. He squeaked, no longer able to roar. The god’s laughed, snapping their fingers. The Mushika was suddenly on Earth, where his dreadful enemy was. The Mushika had been stripped of his mighty name and put into unfamiliar territory with no allies. Forever to be called Mouse, never to be able to defend himself again.
Elephant knew that Mouse had been punished for loosing their battle, yet he was still terrified that he would change back into that horrible beast. He feared Mouse the rest of his life, and told all of his family to fear him as well. This story explains why the elephant’s trunk is so long, why mice are so small, and why such a large animal as the elephant is scared of such a small animal as the mouse.
Oct 2012 · 648
Tonight
August Oct 2012
To be candid.
Serendipitous?
No.
Tonight,
Is a late night
It's a sad night.
I'm sad,
I'm increasingly so
I'm devastatingly so.
And no one knows,
I can't say
I wouldn't say.
The things that make this happen,
It's just me
This has always been me.
Late nights with only words,
They toss and turn
And I toss and turn with them.
Oct 2012 · 632
Figment.
August Oct 2012
I’m going to shake the sheets
I’ll take you under my wings
I’ll kiss you oh so deeply
You are so lovely
You are so lonely
You are only
A figment
Oct 2012 · 2.9k
Wafers & Wine
August Oct 2012
The ripple effect of a rash decision.
Ignoring with a cold precision.
Glass cannot completely melt away.
Yet it never heats up the way they say.
A small crack in the upper lip.
An indentation, a simple dip.
If you don’t read the bible, Jesus will hate you.
But, Jesus, that is something I’ll never do.
The crack expands to a spider’s home.
A girl in a metal chair all alone.
Do you know what the gospel is, kid?
I don’t know if I do, but I wish that I did.
Splicing incision, multiple cracks.
Spiraling around in un-orderly stacks.
Mummy, I’m feeling ill.
Doesn’t matter, you are going still.
A piece falls to the floor with grace.
A trickle of water fills its place.
She throws her square hat into the air.
Whipping away the wafers and wine out of her hair.
The dam breaks away, the glass cascades in a sparkling haze.
Washing away the church daze.
Never. Again.
Oct 2012 · 1.4k
Mahogany.
August Oct 2012
I’m a wooden doll.
With a cage for a chest.
I do not dream.
I do not rest.
I think I feel.
But it might be in my head.
Can I dream?
Am I dead?
My arms are stiff.
My joints are creaking.
Someone has cut the strings.
Now I’m the one thinking.
My face is painted, and I’m smiling.
Yet, I’m here, inside,
Crying.
Oct 2012 · 611
Untitled #1.
August Oct 2012
He let her go among the wreck.
Loosening the ribbon around her neck.
She danced around the burnt down towers.
Turning ash and rubble into flowers.
She sang a song, a catching tune.
Her lovely scent drove away the corpses’ fumes.
Oct 2012 · 822
No name.
August Oct 2012
She paints her face.
She decorates her shape.
She confiscates her fate.
With shaking grasps.
With irregular gasps.
With her heartbeat fast.
She knows not.
She never forgot.
She straightens, taut.
With little light.
With her fright.
With her eyes.
A creeping nothing.
A dreadful something.
A thought envelops her.
Oct 2012 · 877
Reiboldt.
August Oct 2012
You take falsities like golden coins.
You take the change they made and stamp it as your own.
Shade, variation, and creative designs are ******* under your eyes.
Importance is only important when it’s green or shiny.
Depending on the donor, the value can change.
People begging you to graze their coins and cast an approving glance.
They know not that you are a fool.
But you are only that, in a teacher’s skin.
You are only a student who learned the incorrect subject.
You are more wrong than a pope with a habit.
Oct 2012 · 1.9k
Little, None, Done.
August Oct 2012
One can not begin to say
How the womb encompasses
The brain and strangles it
To the point of breaking
A small hand tugs on all of the organs
Planting a tree that does not bear fruit
Into the churning mass of sensation
A due date has been set on something beautiful
Taking away its appeal and spontaneity
Because the cave has a limited depth
Few comprehend the anxious meaning
The importance of the time
When the clock hands both land on zwölf
And the ringing sensation has been filled throughout
But reality is the one to say that you have to wind it
The pendulum swings, cutting away at the stomach
Since the day of conception
What cruel deity would cast a misty cloud
Over the flower of youth
Poisoning away any hope of survival
One can only wonder
Oct 2012 · 1.3k
Candid.
August Oct 2012
My eyes are burning.
Everything is too bright to see.
There’s a clenching in my stomach.
No one feels it but me.

Blindness is creeping up.
Yes somehow everything is so clear.
Nothing is quiet in this head of mine.
I need you now more than ever my dear.

My hands are shaking.
I cannot keep this fear still.
My heart is ******* in knots.
I’m moved but I cannot feel (it).
Oct 2012 · 2.6k
Salty
August Oct 2012
3 inches of dust
Coat my nails
Been so long
Since I’ve
Caressed
The golden waves
Stiffened wrists
Cardiac arrest
From ocean eyes
Depths unknowing
Only paper to guide
A pale hand
Towards a wizened tree
That used to scream
Songs so lovely
Core is rotted
Pesticides poisoned
Blood giving life
Through the roots
But not the right kind of life
The dead kind of life
Bounty dead
An innocent deer at the base
Her throat slit
And an arrow through her eye
The taste of salt
Still on her tongue
Amara Pendergraft 2012
Oct 2012 · 1.6k
Solo Intrepid
August Oct 2012
Block the flow
Fill up the banquet
With a feast fit for a rich man
Lean the pole into the ground
Silence only for a moment
Eagerness fills the air
Sickly sweet and bitter
Push it toward the core
Hitting the stream
Is not as hard as it used to be
But the longing is harder
A geyser of icy water
Hot juice intertwining with chilly liquid
Causing an explosion of endorphins
Destroying in an array of colors
It doesn't get any better than this
© Amara Pendergraft 2012

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