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 Feb 2015 elisa
Lynn Al-Abiad
Inhale your cigarette
Exhale its smoke
Take a sip of your American coffee
And lay on your back
Wait for me to lay on your chest
Then call for me to lay on your chest
I whisper words of love coated with passivity
Into your spiderweb-made ear
And you smile for you have heard nothing
I find the courage to play with your beard
And your leg finds its way in between mine
And I mistakenly caress you excessively
But intentionally leave my trace on you
And I breathe one last time on your neck
As you are reaching for your now cold American coffee
And the smoke of your precious cigarette
Builds a wall between us
That reminded me of what I am to you




-LynnAA
Pink Floyd - Wish  You Were Here
13/1/2015
 Feb 2015 elisa
Lynn Al-Abiad
He was there
Black bearded,
Turning her on
With a voice
That gets hold of her system
Like *****
And sends her tripping
On waves she will never ride
And grounds she will never walk on




-LynnAA
It's all in your mind little girl.
3/2/2015
 Dec 2014 elisa
Lunar
give me love
 Dec 2014 elisa
Lunar
who am i
to have the right
to shoot an arrow
into your heart
to make you love me?

sadly my name's not cupid.

but then again,
nor does cupid exist.
 Dec 2014 elisa
Majse
Shallow
 Dec 2014 elisa
Majse
I've always loved your smile
It was so beautiful
And I was so jealous
I couldn't even speak
Certain things just shouldn't be changed you know?
Cause when it faded
So did my love for you
 Dec 2014 elisa
L T Winter
My tears are--
Narcoleptic diagonals
Collapsing forward-

Motion into neurons-
Bound-by-arteries
Instead of gravity.

They find construct,
By fluorine cyclamen
And wildebeest chantries.

But to understand
Is-bygone-remorse
Made of much more
Than clovers stitches.

Needling skin into bone.
Thoughts from flesh.
 Dec 2014 elisa
Seán Mac Falls
I sit on my porch, the sky is dropping
As I pour my tea.  The day was lit
With paint and brush, now my face
Is lighted by the round full joy
Of the shining moon, I see
Him in my filling cup.
 Dec 2014 elisa
its not julia
please stop romancing cutting,
depression, eating disorders,
anxiety and suicidal thoughts.
those things are not beautiful.

it is not beautiful waking up
every morning wishing you
weren't here.

it is not beautiful having to wear
long sleeves in the summer to
cover up the scars on your arms.

it is not beautiful throwing up
in the toilet just so you don't
gain another pound.

it is not beautiful missing school
for a month just because you
couldn't drag yourself out of bed
to see daylight.

but you can be beautiful with
cuts and scars all over your body.

and you can be beautiful even though
you aren't too happy about your weight.

oh, and you're still beautiful if you haven't
socialized with people for a couple weeks.

and you're still beautiful even though you
blew out your 16th birthday candles wishing
you were dead.

you're beautiful, but the things that you have done to
your body aren't.
 Dec 2014 elisa
Megan H
Time to stop running
It's time for me to face the truth.
Look away from my reflected hate
Forget all the painful loss
Realize that-
Nothing is ever going to work out for me,
But it's the same for most people
So hell,
I might as well try
To live a decent life.
 Dec 2014 elisa
Sierra Scanlan
I found pieces of myself within you and I think that's why I was so fond of you.
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