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 Sep 2012 saoirse
Kurtis Emken
My emotions towards you are aquatic.  They drip, slip, pulse
and flow to the path of most resistance.  Subtle beauties
stealthily scrapes my fear built walls to sudden stops.

These firing synapses, so intense that post spinal separation
I feel as if I have woke from a dream, fallen from the
beautiful skeleton winged bird carrying me.

The years I have spent hidden from eye’s view were attempts
at thwarting toothy rejections.  Hidden, you wouldn’t
notice me cautiously juggling salacious seven faces.

You see, if I were to over commit past the “we” to the “us”,
my fine, out of tune Life of Possibilities would rattle
down, fracture shut.  In a positive way of course!

I fear that if I gave you my crumbled, humbled heart you would
leave it somewhere, somewhere that the ravenous street
sweeper sharks might get their carnivore fins on it.

You knew all of this already, placing us back at level 1.
I tried my damndest, you can hardly see.  Sorry
my dear, this is the best my poems can do.
 Sep 2012 saoirse
Tearani C
He says he says so many things, that ring and sing in my head,
She says things and she never regrets things, that means everything.
If I don’t like myself so much I just hush up and listen with a rush
And blood pushes old thoughts of friendships back to the surface,
To revisit I flourish, nourish my crushed ego back to health,
With myself image, the key to a happier self.
If I could capture how they see me and leave it live stream
While I’m dreaming I would feel worth it,
Broken, sarcastic, supportive, gorgeous and worth it.
My baggage looks like nothing to them compared to my
Kick *** advice and ability to stick around,
How funny I am when I play clown drying your tears,
And laughing at things that aren’t funny.
She thinks I’m the coolest sense sliced bread,
And he says I’m the only one he lets so far into his cryptic head.
And they all say I am the strongest girl they have ever met.
 Sep 2012 saoirse
Hugo A
Half Empty
 Sep 2012 saoirse
Hugo A
I am half way there
And in the middle of my indecision
I see the stairway up, I see the stairway down
Not clear when I departed
Or when I will arrive
The start a blur, two ends in sight
Door one below
Take a guess; what will it be
Door two above, maybe it is best
Where to go?
How to choose?
My only guide inside
Not my eyes, or my ears
All else will follow
Connect my soul with each door
I can feel the rainbows
Of peece and pain
Still here in the middle
Not a step has changed
I should sit while I think
Two doors, two rainbows
No telling how, no telling when
My life ended
A canvas half white, half black
I stand, one foot on each side
Hot, cold
Sweet, sour
Love, sorrow
Full, empty
Two halves, one me
Two hearts, two souls
Two thoughts, two stairs
A tug of war, no winner
A tie, I stand still
In the middle of my indecision
What do I feel?
What am I thinking?
Why don't I move?
I should sit while I think
Time travels so fast
How gray I am now
I sit, in the middle; still thinking
Why don't I move?
My canvas still blank and white
But I am gray
Not black nor white
I stretch and shake
My gray spreads and paints
My canvas now shades
Rainbows all around
No longer two stairs
A canvas of paths
Filled with shades
An adventure all its own
Hidden before me, now clear
Motion among colors
Of my heart and soul
My thoughts behind
No longer in my way
As I flow freely
In my own sea
 Sep 2012 saoirse
Kay Meraz
One day,
This will
All be
But a
Faded memory.
I was in Chicago, and i was hoping the feeling would last.
I see you through a broken mirror,  with edges razor sharp
The mirror staring back at you, you're bleeding in the dark.
As if the night were long my dear, asleep I  laid to rest
In everybody else's eyes, it's probably for the best.

You focus all attention on lies and cheating souls
Remember who your father was, wash away your goals.
Helpless wounded flesh, upon this heartless sin
I'll close the door forever, let anybody in.

The dead they'll jump to say hello, collection to their bed
Now all that's here, or left of you is broken up and shred.
You did this to yourself, was people out to love
But broken up reflections, the one who fits the glove.
 Sep 2012 saoirse
Liz Anne
Aimlessly
 Sep 2012 saoirse
Liz Anne
A stubborn stride takes her there
Dries her lips and pulls her hair
Skies smell of gasoline
Fading to tar
Asphalt and a broken down car
Rain on her flesh
Running circles around scars
Dirt thick as leather
Her foot is bleeding
She can feel each of your stares
Many things scare her
None she has chosen without care
In the way she moves
She feels a graceless wandering
A stumbling, tripping,
Lost-like confidence as though
She's only going the direction she'll go
Without purpose in one fell swoop
She's back again
She hasn't got a chance
She's yet to fall through
Here she found the rabbit hole
Here she found the ****** end
Then she saw the error of her ways
And he wouldn't let her in
She's got a little secret
If he can find her tell
She's floundering
In seas of green and callous red
Next time he sees her trip or finds her fall
She'll dare him to wait and see if she'll spin
Saying: "You just wait my friend
Here I aimlessly go again"
 Sep 2012 saoirse
Kingafroninjaa
In the darkest of the night is where you'll find her waiting for him.
The mere thought of his electrifying touch sends shivers down her spine.
Her flame of loneliness will drown in his sea of exotic eccentricity.
She craves for his presence so she can reach the peak of her insanity.
She gave her soul to earn the entrance into their heaven.
She poured herself into his empty shell of darkness so their broken minds can be reunited.
Her favorite addiction that she will never go to rehab for.
Her prized possession that she will never part with.
Her only obsession that fills up her time and space in this dismal dimension.
When the last light shine through, the darkness will be there to engulf her in his passion.
 Sep 2012 saoirse
Alex K Jenkins
In tandem we took the jump-
Just you and me.
We weren't falling-- we were flying
We were free

Parachutes deployed,
and sailing were we --
somewhere towards the ground.

But an unsound wind whirled around,
and separated you from me.
now alone and unwound
but still sailing, you see.

sailing, searching, hoping foolishly--
while you hurtle farther from me
as not to be found

losing focus. losing hope.
and I can't see.
but you came back - just
to cut the cords of my chute so callously.

now falling,
not flying or sailing - not happy nor free
plummeting down, down, down
and you're nowhere to be found.

alone and falling,
no net to slow me down
no trampoline, no rebound
and you're nowhere to be found.

would that you would catch me,
but you make not a sound

so you leave your mark
a secret blemish --
nowhere to be found
 Sep 2012 saoirse
Emily Dickinson
1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
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