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 Sep 2016 Sharvish Cheekhoory
-df
I want to
lay next to you.

I want to
feel our hearts
beat as one.

I want to
feel your chest
rise and fall
as you breathe
me in.

I want to
feel safe
in your arms.

But I can't...
It's what I want,
not what you need.

(-DF-08/03/16-)
at night people drown in drinks and shots
while some of us turn catharsis into art
guess i could take your tequila and spill it on a napkin
so i can name the masterpiece "love's been lost for too long"

agonizing chants in unison that some of the 'sober us' wouldn't understand
how "take your shirt off" can sometimes mean
"peel your skin back and show me your soul"

and the barman mixes rainbow drinks that color up the night for
'the lonely us'
and there are no lovers waiting home
just dusty cd's that have the magic power
to make our eyes water black teardrops and turn whiskey into
'holy water'

sometimes i wonder the possibility of
planting a coin in my backyard
and water it with ciroc thinking
"maybe i can grow love out of it"

i should be replaying voices of ghosts saying
'i love you and i will never let you go'
but all that comes along are chants
of drunken nights and people dialling numbers that never pick up

see, you only need nine numbers to swallow tears and get the courage to jump off from the thirteenth floor
or maybe you could write a story
in which all of us get our happy ending
I don't want to see you like this,
I don't want to be the reason you say "No",
I've made you like this,
so just forget me and go.

I'm just a soul that wanders freely,
Unable to connect to the world,
How many times to I have to say it,
Just please listen to my word.

I have told you over and over again that everyone has forgotten,
So why don't you too?
My soul will just be left rotten,
No one even has a clue.

Chin up my friend,
Because I wont be returning soon,
So promise me you'll still keep your joy,
because this isn't the end for you.

No one has to remember anymore,
And no one has to know that this is true.
It's been years,
since I've heard of you,
it brings back bad memories,
of all our happy news.

I don't want to think of you,
I've already moved on,
I have new friends to care about,
to help me forget the memories that are finally gone.
 May 2016 Sharvish Cheekhoory
CNM
You used to keep all my worries at bay, but sometimes it feels like you're digging my grave. But I wouldn't mind if you put me to rest, you're the one I love best. Would you lay beside me, six feet deep, deeper than you've ever loved me
I had to write it
right then
nothing would stop the flow
out of my mouth
whirlpools of imagination
my vision drenched with words
running over and over the brim
it was pouring out
spilling onto the floor
puddles at my feet
find me a pen
I need a pen
write it write it out
on the back of napkins
scraps of paper
margins
envelopes
skin
write it while the river flows
while the deluge pours
while the words still make scense
find me a pen
I need to write
I will never remember it the same way
the same way it saturates my clothes
my skin
panic and euphoria
fear and excitement
write it out
write it out
find me a pen
before it's too late
before it's gone
Despite having more reading books in my bag
than any person in their right mind should,
I have learned never to be without
a note book and a pen.
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