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 Jun 2012 Richelle Leigh
Dillon
I keep having a dream
over and over again
of you, sitting cross-legged
at the table with me
in some dim-lit, dusty-shelf café
with a twenty dollar menu
and a cat that won't stop staring me down.

You don't sip your coffee
but you spin the styrofoam cup slowly around in circles.
Disappointed with me, clearly.
Some dim-witted, dusty-haired man
with a twenty-dollar haircut
asks, "do you need a refill?"

He's referring to the now-cold, still-full cup
you've been staring at
for the past twenty minutes.
"No thanks, this one's fine."
As if you've actually been
sipping it instead of staring me down.

An old man in the booth behind you
starts telling a story to a younger man
twenty years his junior
about how he met his wife
in a coffee shop all to similar to this.
Irony in a coffee shop.

He went on to tell
all about his wife.
Beautiful blonde hair, green eyes
the legs of a goddess
and the voice of an angel.
"The perfect woman," he said.

But you're clearly not listening
distracted by the conversation
that we're having
(in your head, that is).
I think I'm losing that battle...
Meanwhile, there's a cat that keeps staring me down.

I hadn't noticed until then
you had taken your ring off.
A pale band of skin
gave away what you were trying to hide.
As if to say
"Nice try, *****!"

My dream never ends.
I mean, I wake up
but the dream itself is never resolved.
I don't know if I want it to be.
I'd rather spend twenty dollars to watch some kittens dance
and pretend that everything is okay.
 Jun 2012 Richelle Leigh
Paul C
There's a gaping hole inside my chest,
Below my neck and above my breast.
For your cheek and chin, that line was drawn,
A place to rest from dusk till dawn.
 Jun 2012 Richelle Leigh
MGoering
§

All that I have I will give to you.
My love for you transcends all reason.
Whatever you want of me
my body, my mind, my eyes
all these things are yours.
All I ask is you show me patience.
I wish to give all my love to you,
but I am only one man...
and I am weak.
I may need to walk through the pines
to clear my mind.
Or sleep during the day, to replenish my vigor.
But know this...
every time that I return
you shall be the first one I seek out.
You
my one and only love.
You
for whom I have risked my well being,
sacrificed my all in service of your love.
All I need is for you to treat me exactly as you have up till this day,
except,
please my love
all I ask of you,
is a little more...
Patience.
Max Goering June 2012
Time was, when I thought it strong,
to hold back and block all my feelings.
Inestimable the emotional devastation
I doled out on those unfortunates who loved me.
How can you dam it up so?, said the therapist's stare,
still her empathy opened my mind to smiling,
chiseled my heart from the glacier.
And slowly I learned to act out my dreams,
the wounded clown learned to cry.
Pride bled in the thickets of human *******.
Now, when I dream of life, I am perfectly amazed,
my singular life drawn to those who loved me regardless.
Inspired By It
Destroyed By It
Made Because Of It
Love is the key to life
Yet
It has been my enemy
As well as my friend
It brought me rejection
So much pain and misery
But it brought me joy
Acceptance and sucess
It built me up
So high I never thought I'd fall
But just as courage grew
Love betrayed me
Brought me to the ground
It buried me in this hole
And now love
I must tell you
You Begin So Well
But End In A Story
For The World To Know And Tell.
I want you
I want it to be the same
I wish you would've kept your words
of how you thought we'd be together forever
yet you never gave me or us a chance to prove that
and how you just ran, and led me on down the strand
until I hit the end, left to dangle and plead and question everything
and all I wanted was you.
and you said that's what I had.
and I want it now more than anything.
because surprisingly our distance did nothing to affect
my deepest feelings towards you
and how they've always haunted me even as much as I've pushed them away
because I thought you forgot about me, that I meant nothing
when all I wanted was something, with you.
We were so great and complex and passionate.
and I can't see why I was second choice
what made me such an unappealing choice.
when all I wanted was to care for you as long as I possibly could.
I wrote this at 2:21 am. I wanted to show how my mind works when I can't sleep. So if there are errors, forgive me. I would like to leave them there to show the trouble my mind has on nights like tonight.
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