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Woman I live for thee
You ******* away completely.

Woman I live for thee
You complete me wholesomely.

Woman I live for thee
You complement me perfectly.

Woman I live for thee
You enslave me lovingly.

Woman I live for thee

I live for thee

with you in me.
I love you
not because
you're good looking

I love you
not because
you're caring

I love you
not because
you dote on me

I love you
not because
your smiles are sweet

I love you
not in lust
of your crevice
or orifice
or skin

I love you
because
without you
I feel

incomplete within.
 Jul 2014 pen sive
labyrinths
YOU LEFT BRUISES ON MY FACE WHEN YOU LEFT
BUT THE BRUISE THAT'S THE MOST PROMINENT IS THE ONE
THAT'S STUCK IN MY BRAIN
BETWEEN MY MEMORIES AND MY SANITY
BROKEN BONES AND BRUISED BODIES CAN'T COMPARE
TO THE WAY YOU TORE MY VEINS APART
AND INSERTED YOURSELF INTO MY BLOODSTREAM

NIGHTMARES OF YOU PREVENT ME FROM SLEEPING
CAN'T GET YOU OUT NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY
I'M EXHALING YOU INTO CIGARETTE SMOKE
AND SOON, I WON'T BE ABLE TO TASTE YOU
JUST THE TASTE OF THE TOBACCO
AND THE SMOKE IN MY THAT THAT WILL NO LONGER
BURN AS IF I'M SAYING YOUR NAME

IF I THINK HARD ENOUGH
THE DIRT UNDERNEATH MY FINGERNAILS
BECOMES THE ROSE THORNS IN YOUR SMILE
WHEN YOU RAN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR AND SAID
"IT'LL ALL BE OKAY, JUST YOU WAIT"
YET THE COOL WIND IS YOUR VOICE
EARLY IN THE MORNING
WHEN YOU SHOOK ME AWAKE
AND WHISPERED, "WE NEED TO GO"

LATELY I'VE BEEN BURNING MEMORIES OF YOU
BUT I CAN'T BURN YOU OUT OF MY MIND
WHERE YOU REMOVED MY BRAIN
AND REPLACED IT WITH YOUR OWN
DIZZY DISTANCES AND DETACHED DESIRES CAN'T COMPARE
TO THE WAY YOU TORE MY VEINS APART
AND INSERTED YOURSELF INTO MY BLOODSTREAM
inspired by chuck palahniuk.
Some days I feel grey.
These are the days I struggle to get out of bed in the morning,
the days I trudge along like there is a weight on each of my ankles.
The days I feel like I don’t want to have anymore days in my life.
But then there are days where I am ultraviolet. These are the best days,
when I feel powerful. When I feel like the world is at my fingertips.
But these days are more like moments.
Minutes.
But these short bursts of ultraviolet rays are enough to keep me going through a lifetime of grey.
 Jul 2014 pen sive
MBishop
I'm Fine
 Jul 2014 pen sive
MBishop
Hello / goodbye
bent on / goodnight
Can't sleep / just cry
My dreams / I die
Don't live / survive
Im losing / the fight
Demons / unite
Take over / my mind
Can't see / I'm blind.
Get in / and drive
Away / behind
we're out / of time
People / they try
They ask / I lie
They hear / they buy
While I / stand by
And whisper / **"I'm fine"
You promised
f o r e v e r ,




                                 *Your definition of              
                                   forever was a lot
                                   shorter than mine.
 Jul 2014 pen sive
JDK
I wish I had a time machine to go back and kick my own ***.
Or at least try to talk some sense into myself.
"Listen kid, this **** doesn't bode well. You're burning alive and headed for hell."
Maybe writing is its own kind of time travel.
Billy Pilgrim knows what I'm talking about.
"Chin up child. Stop playing wild. I know you're trying to make your own style,
but you'll lose more than you'll gain."
But before I step in and turn the dial, my future self comes back to slap my hand.
"Let it be," I'll say to me.
One day you'll understand.
I'm my own worst critic/biggest fan
 Jul 2014 pen sive
ln
11:38 P.M.
 Jul 2014 pen sive
ln
I am human
I am selfish
and sometimes selfless
I am broken
and sometimes whole
I am unintellectual
and sometimes full of knowledge
I am capable
and sometimes insecure

I am destructive
and sometimes constructive
I am emotionless
and sometimes too emotional
I am happy
and sometimes far too upset
I make sense
and sometimes I'm just contradictory

But there's one thing I had in mind
throughout the construction of this poem.

*I am who I am,
And nothing you say or do,
Will make me feel otherwise.
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