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 Aug 2014 Q
Kayla Bellinger
I can barely stand
The nearness of you.

Your sleeping body shifts
And you capture me with slumbering arms.
The warm breath at the back of my neck
Melts the frozen parts of me,
But there is no use for a lukewarm heart.

Can't you see how your fingertips linger
Or how you scorch me with the warmth of your skin?
This closeness could be the end of me.

You, all of you,
Eyes like chocolate
And lips like strawberries,
I want it all.

And your touch
Is driving me mad.
 Aug 2014 Q
Francisco DH
Broke
 Aug 2014 Q
Francisco DH
And as the coins are counted one by one
How much is nickel worth in apologizes?
A dime? A quarter?
lord forgive
never meant to hold up the line
 Aug 2014 Q
Jeremy Bean
Sometimes I wonder,
  if that was love in her eyes.
Darkest sensations
Melting with my lovers touch
Tasting sweeter still.
copyright Chris Smith
 Aug 2014 Q
Carsyn Smith
If I could rearrange my body,
I'd move my humorous bone to my brain
because, honestly, I'm the last one to get the joke.
The sole of my feet would house my heart
so every step I take, Mother Nature feels my love.
My ears would be close to my hands
so when I reach out, he'll see that I'm listening.
One eye behind my head, the other facing forward,
one looking for stray daggers, the other focused on the future.
I'd move some bones to form a breastplate
because I'm more afraid of what's to come than what happened.
I just wouldn't want to loosen my humanity.
Prompt: misplaced bones
 Jul 2014 Q
Emily Archer
Addiction
 Jul 2014 Q
Emily Archer
I crave you like a cigarette and I just as equally want to burn you.
Smoking is an addiction of poison that will waste you away and acid drenched flowers will grow from your ribcage. But I assure you, I'd rather turn my lungs to ash than ever be kissed by the putrid lips of love.
 Jul 2014 Q
Stellar
Hear, Hear
 Jul 2014 Q
Stellar
I**  want  you
the way the thunder wants to be heard
the way tears want to spill out from my eyes
after a heartrending death of a friend
the way words want to be spoken, written and read
I  want  you
to devour my entirety
'til I can no longer find my escape
'til my soul unfastens from my flesh
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