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Your hands were soft
they were knowing-and
forgettable.

When my mind goes blank
I thank God
because I hate waiting for
eternity to come.

Its another day
the sun is high in its dome
and the humans make their sounds
-its loud.
I wish to crush them;
to hear their bones crack
and their tissues tenderize.
Then all the sound would echo
then ebb away.
Their would be no human noise!
and my mind could drown free.
 Oct 2010 Pink Taylor
betty s
Take my heart. I need none of it.
This muscle.
It doesn't beat without you.
Without you, I'm naked as I was born.

Take my heart. I need you more.
(I found this in a box that I just unpacked next to a self portrait I did when I was 15...I was angst-y even then)
 Oct 2010 Pink Taylor
JJ Hutton
I couldn't get over myself,
kept telling all my friends I was dead,
and then you asked if you could sleep over.
I hadn't needed anyone.
But halfway submerged
in sheets, in white wine,
laughing your *** off,
I realized that all the
years I've been dropping
on this dangerous lifestyle,
are worth the expense
if for one evening they
bought me a few fevers
with you.

Alright, alright,
we're both alright
for the moment,
and that is more
than holy.

I could ask for you to stay,
perhaps for you to never change,
but there wouldn't be the hunt,
there wouldn't be any fun,
and I'm not sure if it's love
or time simply not spent alone,
but my breath is light,
my body heavy,
and you're falling asleep,
ear to my naked chest,
your heart
matching my beat.

Alright, alright,
we're both alright
for the moment,
and that is more
than I asked for.
Copyright Oct. 9, 2010 by J.J. Hutton
S
I love everything about you, S
From the way you talk to the way you dress
From your feet to your head
I cherish everything that you said.

I can’t believe things are over, S
Can’t we resolve this stress, this mess?
I love you like I always have done
I could lie with you and float to the sun
But, S, you don’t feel the same way
So I guess tomorrow is a different day.

Your hair, so smooth and jet black
Oh what I’d do to get you back
Your eyes, a wonderful green-brown
And your voice, a lovely kind of sound.

I can’t believe things are over, S
Can’t we resolve this stress, this mess?
I love you like I always have done
I could lie with you and float to the sun
But, S, you don’t feel the same way
So I guess tomorrow is a different day.

You have your flaws and so do I
But of course I’m always willing to put them aside
I’d never ask you to be someone new
Because then you just wouldn’t be you.

I can’t believe things are over, S
Can’t we resolve this stress, this mess?
I love you like I always have done
I could lie with you and float to the sun
But, S, you don’t feel the same way
So I guess tomorrow is a different day.

S, I’ll never forget you
I’ll never stop loving you
I saw a side to you that no one knew
And maybe one day, you’ll feel the way I do too.
she walks onto the scene
breathtaking
hormones raging
from her power overwhelming
my senses
longing to explore
this majestic creature
sent from above
an angel in disguise
a nubian goddess
with love and compassion
gleaming from those ebony eyes
chocolate skin longing for
a proper dress
to fit those perfect thighs
a suitable blouse
to show enough
to make the strongest man
forget he was tough
trembling limbs
turn to chattering jibs
that blurt out one simple sound
thoughts turn to mush
words leave the mind
only visions
of late night rendezvous
leading to the grind
of pelvis touching pelvis
in an effort
to have a little death
then resurrect
in each other's arms
touch brings comfort
exhale that final breath
no longer *****
we direct
the final cut
ending our love scene
(c) Wayne Pritchett September 2010
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