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 Mar 2010 Sarah Kahl
amber cash
To feel the warmth of your skin,
The love in each kiss.
Forgive me, Forget me
Lost in this wonderful mess.
Blinded by love,
Tangled with guilt
Forget me, Forgive me
Love is the only way we can make this work.
Forgive me , my flaws
Forget the negative stalls.
To love, to cherish
And with each day
We perish... Feelings are lost.
Can't get them back,
Not at any cost.
No, not true.
No hope lost,
No love has faded.
Just the ability to fight.
The willingness that brings you home to me at night.
Forgive me, never forget me.
Ramblings of a broken heart.
Never wanting to let you go.
Slowly over time.
Feelings only grow.
Forgive me, Never forget me.
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
 Mar 2010 Sarah Kahl
Marcus Lane
I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.
© Marcus Lane 2010
 Mar 2010 Sarah Kahl
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
 Mar 2010 Sarah Kahl
Pink Taylor
All I want to do right now
Is lay with you
Like we did last night.
My eyes closed, hand on your chest
Holding you as close as you can get
And fall asleep
In your arms.
Because my mouth
Is wide with laughter
And my throat
Is deep with song,
You do not think
I suffer after
I have held my pain
So long?

Because my mouth
Is wide with laughter,
You do not hear
My inner cry?
Because my feet
Are gay with dancing,
You do not know
I die?

— The End —