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Lavender perfumes the air
And chamomile clouds
Drift amid
The midnight sky
And sweet dreams
Grace her repose
So easy
It seems
To stay lost
In sweet dreams…
No matter how
Wondrous those
Dreams may be
It’s time to wake up
Sleeping Beauty
And make your
Dreams come true.

Kelly Rose
© November 12, 2016
I'm growing out my hair.
Not because I'm really in love with the whole hooligan look.
More so because I feel as though it keeps me just a
liiiiittle bit closer to my youth.
Because I do not at all mind when people call me crazy,
with my wild thick hair.
I am crazy.
I'm probably crazy because I still want to keep
the child in me sheltered in my mind, my heart.
I always want to dream and I always want to play video games
and if theres a five year old in the room,
I'm up for pretending with you.
(So long as I'm not playing my video games)
I'm growing out my hair.
Not because I want my girlfriend to tell me she likes it or something,
but because I always wanted to when I was a kid.
I'm tired of faking a smile
every time I see a recognizable face.
I can't pretend to be happy anymore.
Everyday is another race,
to survive life's difficult test.
Faking & acting gets so hard,
to the point where I just want to rest.
Permanently.
Sometimes I wish I could

Pull the child who lives inside of me

Out,

Dress her wounds

Kiss her bruises

And embrace her in my arms

So,

She knows that one day

She will be

Loved
 Jul 2017 Miriam Marcus
Styles
Wish I could stop time or make it last longer
Feeling on your vibes, emotions getting stronger
The longer I ponder, the more I grow fonder
I can't be around you
There ain't no telling what i might do
I don't know if you can take it
It's too big, I might break it
Little waist tight dress
I can’t take it
Your body shakin
eyes looking at me
like your for my taking
our bodies groove
In our grooves
This kinda love is for the makin
Dancing like we two halves of one making
The moment sacred
Reading your body language
picturing you naked
screamin my name like its your favorite
I make your body do things
So your soul can savor it
Makin love until your ears ring
to our vibe vibrating as we do our thing
you cumin first until it’s past tense
Got a few things on my mind
Baby you are a hottie
Out of everybody
I want your body
 Jul 2017 Miriam Marcus
JR Rhine
our president is
waging Thumb Wars

pressing the button
another pinball appears

he pulls back the spring
and hits send

watching the vociferous orb
encapsulated with incorrigibility
ricochet across the continents

the hemispheres
the stratospheres

across every neighborhood
and nation

bing bing boing

the barricades throb
and eyes light up
as the points
begin to rack up

1
2
3
4

he    got-ta    new-high    score

wow

such big thumbs
for such tiny hands
I have cried
silent, bitter, and angry tears.
I have bled
internally--externally
for the past Seven Years.

I have endured the Nightmare
of your Invasion,
of your pernicious touch.

Sickening and Intrusive

Plagues upon my skin
For Seven Years...
Yet Here I am--
I Begin Again.

The cells of my skin Reborn
as all of you Recedes...
I am the Phoenix
And I will Never Concede.

Your Toxicity no longer corrupting,
your assault all but faded--
Never Forgotten or Forgiven
your depravity--your degradation.

Whole once more
no longer shattered
I put Myself together
I am what matters.

Seven Years

Shackled in body and skin
that once belonged to You.
Never again, Nevermore
I am no longer subdued.

I am no longer a prisoner of fear,
I look at my skin...and it no longer sears
I. See. Clear.
My Body
My Soul
is Cleansed.
And
it
only
took
Seven Years...

— The End —