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Teeth on lips
Breaking skin
Splitting flesh
Tasting blood
The resistance to desire
Unrelenting desire
That makes me 
Hate
Love *
Want
You all at once
The desire of your skin
Against mine
Teeth on lips
Breaking skin
Splitting flesh
Tasting blood
To maintain composure
So no one can see
The desire
No one
Except 
Desirable *
you
Dedicated to the beautiful boy
When they're at their peek of brightness

She ties ribbons around the stars

She's been told by some, they like this

Highlighting who it is they are

Outside she spends her evenings

At the edge of her front yard

Reaching into the constellations

Tying ribbons around the stars
My poems today decided
They'd grown tired of my rhyme and verse
All at the same time, purchasing Samsonite
They took a trip across the universe

Stopping by other sites before the flight
Of poems they converse with day to day
Who'd also tired of their poets pen
And in them had grown dismayed

Then it was off to a cafe along the Milky Way
For dinner and a show
Afterwards took in some late night Saturn dancing
With a few sonnet's that they know

Spent a day catching rays on Mercury
Skied the Alps of Neptune
Drove bumper cars on the planet Mars
Relieving dreams of youth

Later a stroll along Jupiter's shore
Skipping rocks off it's many moons
Thinking they would have left years ago
If they had known there was so much to do

Out of all their seasoned travels
They have yet but one regret
And that being, they might be missed
Because they're never coming back
 Mar 2014 Sienna Burroughs
kenye
I keep seeing her
in post-traumatic
flashbacks

back to back
she's bound
in a little
black dress

Tearing through
the mayhem
the mosh pit
of my mind

To save me

Some punk princess
archetype
always
in another castle
castrating
the *******
symbol

Because she's
'O so liberated

...So I decorated her
With a pearl necklace

Old patriarchal
habits
die hard
Honey

Sweet
Nectar
Ambrosia

Summoned
from my
sacral chakra

Come
my
Goddess

Come
my
Goddess

*Come
Hiding my ****** deviation behind prose and metaphors since 1985
I’ve searched so long for truth
Yet you can never be quite sure
Even a sign out of chance
At anytime could occur

Once I fell in love
But was that actually true
Hate could be so real
I’d tell you if I knew

Sometimes I feel so trapped
So caught in this thing called time
Other times I can’t seem to keep up
I guess I’ll never unwind

Still with destiny I’ve met
Both my goals and regrets
But the end is nowhere in sight
Nor near, no not yet
Traveler Tim
re to 12-17
 Mar 2014 Sienna Burroughs
Morgan
A trash can full
Of fragmented sentences
Held between red margins
And blue lines,
They poured out all over your
Bedroom floor, with torn edges;
You'd say that
No combination of words
Ever conveyed
Your feelings right
On the first try;
So I guess that's why
The first time you said
"I love you"
You took it back three weeks
Later and said
"No I just need you"
And I guess that's why
The first time you said
"No I just need you",
You reminded me how thin the line
Between necessity and desire
Is an hour later
And I guess that's why
The first time you said
"I can't do this"
You did it anyway
Over and over
And over again
And I guess that's why
the first time you called to say
You missed me
You really meant
You were lonely;
You never got it right on the first try
But you were a perfectionist
And you hated to leave things unfinished
So, you took your time
Ripping me into a million
Fragmented sentences
And throwing more of me away
With every passing day
Until I was a pile of bones
Stitched together with nothing
Except your
Bed sheets
And a black V-neck
Sweater;
Hollowed out
And expressionless,
I never looked better;
Once I had nothing left
To throw away
You pinned me up
And left me hanging;
Hanging on
Your words
Like an animal in a cage,
Swallowing bits and pieces
Of your affection as
You'd occasionally
Toss some at my feet;
I've been tongue tied for three years
You've been spitting words down my neck
But I can hardly taste them anymore,
So when I melt
Into your arms
For an other night in a row
Just know
It was never enough
 Mar 2014 Sienna Burroughs
Morgan
It's a beautiful night
and I wish it was enough
to keep my mind from racing
It's getting warmer
and I wish it was enough
to melt the ice in your veins
You've been listening to too much
Nirvana
I've been thinking too much
about what you've been doing
I used to argue with you
for chain smoking on the edge
of your bed
at 3 in the morning
If you saw me now
you'd call me a hypocrite
And I'd probably laugh it off
Like I wasn't ashamed of
the way I've been living
Last May
I covered my scars in tattoos
Cause you said it'd stop me
from making new ones
But you didn't calculate
how much flesh is on a human's body
If you saw me now
you'd ask me how
I let it get this bad
And I'd probably act like
I knew the answer
Ha
I heard you got lost on the way
to your new job
and turned around
Well
I know
I was always the first
to call you stubborn
But
If you saw me now
You'd call me a ******* hypocrite
*Cause I've been lost for so long
And I can't remember the last time
I stopped to ask for directions
The pendulum swings at a steady speed
Inevitably life upon me feeds
I dreamt of real in my illusion
Destiny like free-will a mere delusion
Today’s all but gone, am I still intact
To pull love’s knife out of my back
Brilliantly dim this light of mine
I strain to glimpse the bottom line
These nights do linger pain becomes art
The Cut that Never Heals still bleeds my heart
Traveler Tim

re to 3-19
Glaring at the pain-inspiring screen
Trying to come to terms with what I see
Motionlessly soaking in
As my mind tries to deceive itself
while filling itself with doubt, regret
and remorse

The tears begin to gather
and stream down the valley of my face
Dampening my shirt
and shattering my heart
Failing to breath
I am unable to look anywhere else
Staring uncontrollably
and trying to come up with some explanation

I see it before me
but am not able to accept it

Why did this happen
What did I do to deserve this

Hours later
Laying in my bed
Unable to sleep
Cannot shake the image
of what was seen on that feed

Just a short break

Her face
besides that of another man
Has done nothing more
than obliterate my heart
and ability to put my faith in anyone
Those words "just a short break" echoing in my mind.
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