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 May 2017 Rapunzoll
Aubree S
Drained hands,
glued together.

Their silvered lips,
remain hostage.

In fear of,
rejection.
 May 2017 Rapunzoll
xmelancholix
eventually, we will find out that we did not take enough pictures to last those six months…
we will discover that exhausting those few that we had together will hurt a little more than not taking any.
when we've fought enough over words that could not be resolved over airwaves one hundred miles apart, and could have been stopped from rolling off your tongue by taking them into mine and when the comfort of passion can calm my nerves is when the pictures will mean something again.
the exhaustion of memories is driving us to meaningless pieces of earth dust and it's polluting our fire souls to the precipice of insanity.
062816
I see you're
Bald spot
And flowers
On your shoes
How beautiful
All it does
Is remind me
Of you
The one
With no name
My beautiful
My sculpture king
I wait for you
I dream of you
I want only you,
I wonder
What does
Your hair feel like
Now?
Your ankles
To touch again
Your breath
Your smile
To watch you
Work again
To see your hands
Covered
In wet plaster
I miss you
I want more
From you
Your whole body
Your whole mind
To see
How many twist
And turns
To feel
Your heart
In my hand
How it thumps
How it bleeds
To feel your pain
Sarcasm
Cuts me
Your tongue
Lacerates me
I lay
And take it
I cannot leave
You
Again
I dream of sleeping
In the same room
While you
Work
Just in case
I wake
And can see
Your beauty
Create
I thought
I wouldn’t need you
To hold my hand
Once I made it out
Made it
To what seemed
Like safety
But
I’ve grown accustomed
To the thought of you
Next to me
Pressed to me
Whispers in my ear
The feeling of your heart
So near
I keep telling myself
It is make believe
You’re just a muse
Something to inspire
Make me move
Pass the time
But
My heart
My mind
Has become tangled
Joining
My imaginary empire
And the dullness of my days
I dream
Of seeing you
Hearing your words
Pour out
Of that mouth
I want to throw
Morality
Out of the window
Jump in my car
Drive to you
But
My heart tells me
If I don’t
Respect your bonds
If you don’t respect
Your bonds
What is there
For us to build upon
I don’t know
What to do
My poetic side
Says scream it from
The rooftops
Yell it across oceans
Let nature
Time
Happen
Do you hear me?
I’m trying to yell
I’m trying to scream
Oh captain my captain
What should I do?
 May 2017 Rapunzoll
Shay
Dark Days
 May 2017 Rapunzoll
Shay
How much easier it would have been
if I had not been born but left unknown and unseen,
for I have known only tragedy and despair
and now I'm broken beyond repair.
all it took
was just one look
and I couldn't keep
my eyes off you
you are so beautiful, baby
heaven holds my heart here tonight
you are my sunshine
when it rains,
the smile on my face
you are so beautiful ,baby

and it all it took
was just one look
now I can't keep my mind off you
all I can think about is you, baby
you are my sunshine
when it rains,
the smile on my face
you are so beautiful ,baby
all it took
was a view across the room
now I'm so in love with you
The first time
I saw you
You were just
A simple man
Walking across a parking lot
But
Something
Inside of me
Shifted
Moved
The way you moved
The way
Your weight
Shifted
I had to meet you
Get to know you
Maybe
I was too forceful
Maybe
I made it
Too obvious
But
I knew
I knew
You could be
Everything to me
My missing
Electron
The missing sun
In my universe
I will never forget
The first time
My heart
Blended with you
Sitting on your desk
In your studio
You big brave
Man, you
Screaming
And terminating
Varmits for me
But
I don’t believe I was enough
For you
;
Not then
Trying to keep me
In the closet
Like a
Secret project
Attending parties
After our dinner date
You
Telling me
“We’re not together at this party”
My first
Broken heart
Like a dinner
Plate
Crashing to the
Floor
I’ve seemed to have
A piece of it
Lodged in my foot
It’s healed in there
But, sometimes
When I step wrong
It hurts,
Throbs
And I see
Your face,
Your form
Crossing the parking lot……
Along this path
she's had to greet

angels and demons,
truths and lies,
all of which mirror
the Self she's disguised.

Yet she battles,
ferocious
to conquer her path;

she is alchemy,
warrior,
the fire to your match.
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