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 Nov 2015 Poppy Perry
Rapunzoll
homewrecker,
you lived within every
callous and dimple,
invading my space
like dust between
my fingertips

your skin like wallpaper,
faded and worn,
pulled taunt along
these walls.

your thoughts
a constant thumping
of footsteps along
the floorboards

homewrecker,
from you i learnt
gunshots sound
a lot like a key
turning in a lock

it's because of you
i cannot look at
these walls, without
seeing the shadow
of a fist reflected
by the light

homewrecker,
the rooms are vacant,
the air stilled,
the hallways scream
and close in at night.

homewrecker,
i used to be an open house
but now because of you
i shut the doors
(i shut the doors)
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 Nov 2015 Poppy Perry
arcane
filling
 Nov 2015 Poppy Perry
arcane
your dark blue eyes filled my veins like an ocean tide
your hearty laugh filled my heart like clouds in the sky
your bittersweet goodbye's filled my mind like petals on flowers
you, overall, filled my lungs with air and my bones with marrow

you were what i was missing
 Oct 2015 Poppy Perry
Kyle Fisher
Do you see her?
Yea, I'm sure you do.
She's the one with legs to her chin,
and sky blue eyes formed to whisk men away.
Her mind is like a city bus, receiving many different
styles of ideas, and taking them to new places.
She understands what she sees.
Oh, did I mention,
her love is strong and secure,
like concrete pillars underneath the longest bridges!
"The perfect package."
I said with certainty.
Precisely..

I fell in love with her...

She tore the very core of my heart into pieces.
Threw me out of her car window like a piece of
used, unwanted trash.
Lied and left as quickly as she so flawlessly arrived.
If I had fallen next to her, she would have stomped
on my face, and smeared in whatever happened
to be on the bottom of her shoe at that moment.

Do you see me?
I'm sure that you can't.
I hide my frail, broken emotions inside.
My hollow earth suit is all you see,
because, I won't be crushed again
by someones
false advertisements.
Something that I wrote this morning.
I caught a glimpse of the thing that pained me not very long ago.
So i had to rant a bit.
©Kyle Fisher
 Sep 2015 Poppy Perry
Mike Essig
By Kim Addonizio*


I like to touch your tattoos in complete

darkness, when I can’t see them. I’m sure of

where they are, know by heart the neat

lines of lightning pulsing just above

your ******, can find, as if by instinct, the blue

swirls of water on your shoulder where a serpent

twists, facing a dragon. When I pull you

to me, taking you until we’re spent

and quiet on the sheets, I love to kiss

the pictures in your skin. They’ll last until

you’re seared to ashes; whatever persists

or turns to pain between us, they will still

be there. Such permanence is terrifying.

So I touch them in the dark; but touch them, trying.
She'll probably never know the depth of my affection
Because I too hasn't come close to its discovery
She doesn't realize how much I crave her attention
That her absence is illness and her presence recovery
She cannot tell the thing that loves her is just close
Because her favorite obsession is miles away
The reason behind her Heart's closed doors
So that desolation is her annual pay and she underscores whatever I say
She might never realize that true love was underneath her eyes
While she strained them peering beyond the horizons
Yet that far can cloak in the skin of  truth, lies
But I understand every beating Heart's got her own reasons
She might never feel the warmth of my passion
Because she trustingly and truly belongs to a better person
 Aug 2015 Poppy Perry
Carissa
Maybe she doesn't
Maybe she does
It
Doesn't
Matter
Because he does
And
I do
So we aren't.
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