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 May 2014 Rachael
Gigi Tiji
I am a single point
I am a hole between
the threads of a quilt
these strings amongst me
are my thoughts intertwined
with the words of others wound
around countless other spaces,
little voids filled with warmth of
fuzzy yarn spun from the
tongues of old
days past
Oh, how this fabric
so filled with holes
keeps me from trembling
#existence
 May 2014 Rachael
IncadesentCat
I write
because I cannot speak.
I cannot say these things in front of you,
I cannot peel apart my ribs and expose my heart.
To do so would **** me.
but on paper, I only bleed.
 May 2014 Rachael
IncadesentCat
What's  hidden behind,
What we don't want to see.
What we create in our mind,
What we want there to be.

This green curtain,
So ornate,
Keeps secrets to well...
imagination must create.
I always want
what I haven’t got
and I want it now.
I’m not sure exactly what it is
that I’m looking for
but I know that I want it.

Everyday
I wish
I’d made less mistakes,
and everyday
I wish
that I was strong enough to make more,
but I’m too scared
of getting hurt again
to take a chance

Regrets
ride on a wave
of loneliness
and broken dreams,
and I’m holding out for an extraordinary love
to brighten this ordinary life.

I think too much
and need time to complicate things
so that I can make them impossible.
I long for love and affection
but worry that I’ve spent too long
trying to be invisible

Perhaps
I’m just the selfish son
of a selfish man
and maybe
I need a hobby
so that I can think less about me.

Sometimes
it all just seems
so pointless.
Feeling as temporary,
as summer holidays
and the promises in love’s sweet kiss.
 May 2014 Rachael
Megan Grace
I do not know
how to write
about what is
happening
inside of me.
It feels similar
to what I would
imagine goes
on during
hurricanes or
flash floods.
I think that's
what I mean. I
have such a
strong desire to
reach in to the
space between
my lungs (the
place I've let him
call his for so
long now) and
just run my fingers
along the edge of
what is now
a blank spot,
seemingly bigger
than the grand
canyon. I want
him to talk to
me because he's
the only person
who knows what
I mean when even
I don't, but I
cannot call him no
no.
I cannot hurt like
this anymore.
 May 2014 Rachael
si
the big c's
 May 2014 Rachael
si
consummation and corruption,

my life in two.

a product of both,

and so are you.
 May 2014 Rachael
Eli
Untitled
 May 2014 Rachael
Eli
I know next to
nothing about myself

It's like I have
never even met me

If the day comes
and I still know
what they can do,

I would surely
not shake my hand.
(b.r.o.)

— The End —