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 Oct 2013 Pluto
Asphyxiophilia
I have always imagined your touch as sunlight
As the heat trapped beneath my blanket when I first wake up
As the rug warming my bare feet in the morning
But that was before I realized I was loving a ghost
Before I saw my breath in front of my face
And realized we had just shared our first kiss
Before I wrapped my arms around myself after walking outside
Feeling the air cut through my skin like a thousand knives
Now I see you in the bottom of every glass
When I am left feeling even emptier than before I took a drink
Now I see you at the bottom of every staircase
As a reminder that even if I would jump
You wouldn't be there to break my fall
Because no matter how far a ghost's arms may reach
They'd never be solid enough to catch me.
 Oct 2013 Pluto
brooke
i am on my
knees asking
all the unanswerables
how do you unwind
unkink, unthink,
have faith, have trust
in more than pixie
dust.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Oct 2013 Pluto
Morgan
and the moon,
 Oct 2013 Pluto
Morgan
she sleeps with every
gorgeous star in the night's
vast sky but she still feels
outshone by the bright smile
of the sun each morning
 Oct 2013 Pluto
Jewel
overboard
 Oct 2013 Pluto
Jewel
I’m beginning to feel terrible all over again. I could feel the numbness between my bones and the soreness of my hands as I hold on tight to the end of the rope. I feel my arms tire, my eyes swell, my hair tangle, my lips crack, watching the deep dark alley below, only yearning to let go. I’m beginning to feel like I’m drowning all over again and I know, I know, no one can save me from myself but myself, but how can I possibly save myself from drowning had I been the one who drowned myself in the first place? how? how..? Knowing that I’d only flood my lungs more and drown deeper not into the sea of thoughts but rather more into the sea of empty souls, broken heartbeats, dying words, muffled cries and wrecked minds.
i apologize for yet another "human feeling" let out, but if anyone out there (or even you yes you reading this) is feeling lonely, worthless, helpless or you have forgotten who you are, take a step back and breathe. just step outside and remember, it's okay to lose yourself sometimes, it's okay to fall, it's okay to cry because we could learn again to find ourselves, to stand back up and to smile again. you have survived, you have fought until today, you are alive, breathing air, you made it through today and i'm so proud of you. I wanna thank you for being alive, for being human. You'll be okay, i promise because i believe in you and you should believe in you too x (msg me if you need somebody)
 Oct 2013 Pluto
Jewel
Words ******* like the sheets around their feet,
their minds knotted like shoelaces,
as she remembered the night when they were so in love,
as she held on to his warm baseball t-shirt,
as she stared right into his eyes that twinkles like the stars,
‘stay’ she whispered.
And then all of a sudden,
she’s left with nothing but the cold winter breeze,
without a trace of cleaned souls,
her echoes echo back,
'please'
 Oct 2013 Pluto
Jewel
"i need to leave" and as soon as she lays her feet on the cold unforgiving of his bedroom floor, he grabbed her arm by surprise, jolt her head up, looked right into her cloudy grey eyes and said "but i’ll miss you"
 Oct 2013 Pluto
brooke
Er.
 Oct 2013 Pluto
brooke
Er.
you

chopped
two letters off
you've changed
(so have I)
but I want to know
why my body still
skips a beat or a whole
bone when I hear about

you.

i've worried for too long over
the things I cannot control
so today will be the last
time I write about

you.
(c) Brooke Otto

Until I'm better.
 Oct 2013 Pluto
Madeline Rose
Cool chills
One touch sparks
Nervous smiles
Accidental hand touching
Giddy giggles
Engraved memories
Little moments that will stain your mind
First texts
Sweet conversations
Admiration
Contemplation between lust or love
Butterflies
 Oct 2013 Pluto
ethyreal
you made my blood clot,
so slowly and gently,
coagulating beneath your faint touch.

on flaxen sheets of rough cotton
I watched your plants
rolling their limbs out your open window.
they sprawled themselves, unravelling,
yearning for the gentle kiss
of the suns rays.
an almost ****** photosynthesis.
and for you I would sprawl myself out too,
and with the same eagerness
absorb every scent of yours into my flesh,
and drink desperately from your soul
like a cacti in its first summer shower
since '89.

and your final gasp,
with me, but a sponge
for your every metaphoric suppuration,
and literal secretion.
and you were transfixed there,
spurting auras of sin and love.
a final burst of ecstasy,
you soon became my anticoagulant.

you seeped into my bloodstream,
reversing this gentle coagulation.
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