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Shanon Lee Nov 2017
the way you
drag
your cigarettes.

so brand new,
every moment,
every conversation
or none at all.

yet you fear
new.
you fear discomfort.

but keeping on,
dragging,
your cigarettes.
as if you are confident you aren't now losing time
when time is the most
precious,
dragging,
detail,
of our every day
opportunities.
Shanon Lee Oct 2015
You were on fire
on fire
and I was weary
I didn't put you out
and eventually
I've let
you
burn
my
skin.

And now I can't rid
of your
smell
like sitting in
a bonfire
but this season
won't be like the last.

Not without your flame.
Shanon Lee Dec 2014
Yearning and
Burning
This sensation of
Forever
Like incense smoke
Dancing
through my
Fingertips
Tripping it's way
In-between
My eyes
Like stardust
Always making wishes
Forever is attainable. So is anxiety.
Shanon Lee Dec 2014
painted skin
chest burst
breaking at the seems
we seem
to have found a love
that never dries
like paint bursts
on paper walls
that tear down
but can be taped back together

temperamental
but oh so peaceful

we have found a love
like paint
so many layers
and always so
vibrant.
Shanon Lee Nov 2014
This continuum of anxiety
itching at my lungs
choking for air
like its intangible
distantly shouting
for me to come catch it
the breath
the life
you ****** right out of me
the energy that you drained
from my
veins
as you begged for me to
stay
then left me dry and
shriveled
at the gate
where my demons
lay
waiting for me
to crumble in their
ash writhing
limbs.
I am not falling apart. I will escape this.
Shanon Lee Oct 2014
the last time your face met mine
it was the last time your face met mine
the last time your eyes would shine
and sing that settling
steady
tune of life
you sang so eloquently.
Shanon Lee Oct 2014
Your eyes glossed over like
fog
on the windowsill
watching the unsettling
current
where your words were
tossed out
like rocks
to drown
you gargle and gasp
as I reach out grasping
hoping
to pull you to safety
reach for the net
let me pull you into my bed
steady your vessel
let the fog fade to water
and melt down
your face.

your eyes were glossed over
like the gloss on my lips
and I realized
its so unsettling
kissing
the drunken lips
of the poetic
mishap
that may one day
drop down
and hit the floor
where I will be there to
toss
my safety net
or you'll
already
be
long
gone.
anxiety because of a dear friend.
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