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 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
Roz
Aries
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
Roz
It's been a long time I haven't been afraid of touch
But you hold me as I tremble and I feel perfectly at home.
And as you hold my hand in the car I feel my heart open a little more than it did yesterday or the day before when I was still unsure of how to go about feeling again.  
I was numb for a long time.
And I still don't know you as well as I'd like to but I still lay awake thinking of how your lips curl into a smile and how I want to kiss that smile.
And I imagine if you were a feeling, you'd feel a lot like waking up on an autumn morning feeling the breeze under your covers, and being content enough to stay there.
So I'll leave my windows open tonight so I can feel you when I wake up.
A note to the boy in class who stared at me all semester.
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
chris
the one who keeps me company,
when no one comes to my side
Death has a thing for me
Always trying to ****** me
Giving me passionate kisses
Wearing revealing clothes

Death is quite gorgeous, actually
A charming personality unrivaled on earth
A figure that Elizabeth Banks is jealous of
And a killer instinct that's always fatal

But I resist her temptation
Because I have a thing with life
She's so much hotter anyway
Because she's my awesome wife

'Til Death do us part
Written 6 February 2016
You
I have the crowning achievement of never being dumped.
I had the miserable demerit of never being truly loved.
Until you.
Written 6 February 2016... didn't last... ****
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
mrmonst3r
Can't sleep tonight.
I feel her touch,
Her heated whisper in my ear.
A memory half real
upon those brief waking seconds.
An ancient forgotten myth —
Alive and panting,
Graciously demanding attention.
"I am still here.
   Forget me again,
When the night is kinder.
Tonight my horror
          Is yours to keep."
So I've backslid all week and came to the end of myself.
I'm laying myself down, yet again, for You to redeem.
You save me always, because Your grace rules over my death.
Written 6 February 2016... I should pray like this more often...
Don't worry so much
I'm worth five minutes of pride
I won't think of anything but you
How beautiful you are
How lucky I am
It's not like I'm looking for anything
It's hard enough to react to what happens
Still, I think the things you think
I've done the things you've done
It just doesn't feel the same to you
Because you're a woman
You have to pretend
But I don't
It's not fair
So let's not play this game
I won't think anything of it
I'm ready for who you really are
Just don't tell me right away
Wait until I fall in love with you
That's what I do best
Put you on a pedestal
Make you a princess
That's how you should enter my life
Like a fantasy
You can shock me later
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
Lauren R
Let's see how pretty those blue eyes can

(Stop. Wait. Feel for your heartbeat. Press your hands to the warmth of your cheeks, feel them soften with the perfection of your smile. Run your hands through your hair. You're alive.)

be. Be what you see in the sun, warm and shining and all seeing and all loving. Stop lamenting for just a

(She has moved on and on and on to more and more and more and it is still less than you.)

minute. In a minute the blood from your wrist will start to look like her hair, waves tapering into split ends, feathering. Don't panic yet it's

(Sweetheart, please don't cry. I can feel it across the **** carpet surface of my tired heart. I'm aching to soothe whatever shakes you.)

not over.
So stereotypical but sometimes it be how it is. It's like Bon Jovi once said. It's my life.
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