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 Dec 2013 spacedrunk
Jay
I guess asking for love
was too much to ask.
Maybe it is numbing cold,
the weather there,
as you taste the snowflakes on your tongue
and picture us making angels on your porch
while still stealing the warmth from the breath
of one another.

Maybe it is not so white until December's wake
and when it rains, it pours.
Your car is probably stuck in the snow
when I was busy making a snowman
that I couldn't wait
to destroy with you:
we don't need anyone else.

I cannot wait to see
what winter is like in Utah.

Till then, I will just reminisce
of salt mountains
beside the oceans.
Wouldn't I love to know.
Fifteen years since I was safe.
Six years since I had a peace of mind.
One year, six months since our first kiss.
One year since our last.
Ten months since I last felt your touch.
Eight months since we had a conversation.
Seven months, five days since were were together.
Two months since it rained.
Two weeks since I last cried.

Three seconds since I last thought of you.

*My memory is my greatest enemy.
****** feelings for a ****** person.
Inspired by a story.
 Dec 2013 spacedrunk
xxxx
Listening to pop songs
As her emotions trigger her mind
She cried and cried
But she doesn't know why
Why is this happening?
She asked
Not knowing what was going on
In that fragile little mind
Has it got to the point
Where she fears her own emotions?
This isn't the best but it explains what happens most of the time.

/drdc/
 Dec 2013 spacedrunk
Nemo
No one ever looks up
unless they're desperate for someone
to be looking down.
From a secular point of view,
the blue resembles passive disappointment,

while ******* clad oaks scream at business on the sidewalks.
Five-hundred dollar spectacles don't christen sin-wrought oxygen,
pure, spring water is perfect as the grey sog seeping from the seams,
benevolent ******* makes every trouble white sand
and iPhones can only do so much for a borrowed morality.
Bright eyes fade with the morning wind.
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