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 Sep 2019 seraph
kevin hamilton
you left your blueish dress
twisted by the pool’s edge
like a cold monument
to every single misstep
and my heart is overwhelmed
with visions of a dancing grave

via crucis in the morning
carry me to our palisade
while these tiny arcs of light
leave my eyes, breaking easily
and your voice keeps me awake
i believe that i need this

you were wrong
i am nothing
but one more familiar face
amid the pageantry
 Sep 2019 seraph
Olivia Henkel
Ego
dissolved into a spellbound state

Access
to realms that were once beyond reach

And Like
unanticipated spaceflight

Ample
light upsurge, pumps inwards then out

Perfuse
in its race within the bloodstream

Spreading
through you, through me, Straight from heaven
 Sep 2019 seraph
saint
I WISH I COULD BE GOOD FOR YOU BUT IM NOT
AND I SIT BEHIND THIS SCREEN WAITING FOR YOU TO CATCH ME
BUT YOU WONT

I WANTED TO BE QUIET SO BAD BUT I ENDED UP BEING TOO LOUD
AND MAKING A MESS WITH THESE HANDS
PAINT ON ALL THE WALLS
DREW ON EVERY MOTION OF YOU

IT DIDNT HAVE TO BE THIS SERIOUS
IT DIDNT HAVE TO BE LIKE
 Sep 2019 seraph
saint
seems like days get more spaced out or im falling in and out of consciousness and can only remember that the seconds change every hour and the minutes last a month. its been a few years, and judging by my timeline it feels like almost a decade. sometimes i still feel like it might of worked. sometimes i don't remember your name. sometimes i feel it all. it feels so distant its almost feels invalid. how dare the thought even cross my mind. whenever i hear it knocking on my window i slam it shut and the humidity makes me sweat out the sickness. i cant seem to move my arms, my legs, my hands, my head into a new space, into a new person. i can't even ******* sit up.
where is next?
 Sep 2019 seraph
Purcy Flaherty
Love; a voice filled with desire, like the song of a siren; like the call of emptiness

****** into the void; I'm yours
Louise!
I kiss you gently like I kissed your ***.

I'm looking for the woman; my belly on the floor, skin like silk, our mouths full of passion and wine.

The spirit of the stairs,  
I love you Louise but I know that you can never be mine.

Oh love, love, love, love I know that you can never be mine,
Oh love, love, love, love,
our mouths full of passion and wine.

Oh love, love, love, love I know that you can never be mine,
I love you Louise with every inch of me, but I know that you shall never be mine.
je t'aime

L'amour, une voix remplie de désir,
comme le chant d'une sirène;
comme l'appel du vide.

aspiré dans le vide;
Je suis à toi Louise!
Je t'embrasse doucement juste comme j'ai embrassé ton I' sexe.

Je cherche la femme;
mon ventre par terre,
peau comme de la soie,
nos bouches pleines de passion et de vin.

L'esprit des escaliers,
Je t'aime Louise mais je sais que tu ne seras jamais à moi.

Oh amour, amour, amour, amour!
Je sais que tu ne peux jamais être à moi

Oh amour, amour, amour, aime nos bouches pleines de passion et de vin.

Oh amour, amour, amour, amour!
Je sais que tu ne peux jamais être à moi

Je t'aime Louise avec chaque pouce de moi,
mais je sais que tu ne seras jamais à moi.
left, breathless
bereft and broken
spoken words, inept
dreams and regret
waking detests this emptiness
such unrest
what sleep may come
R.I.P David Lamb
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