Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
songs driven me into a new spell
I loved them
until the very last bell

I mortgaged my passionate flute
in their tunes
that lute with my evergreen root

the treasures of my thesaurus
an anguish of salty sea
unforgotten dreams of pleasure

now i guess after miles of stress
an overflowed heart
yet longing in the silence of dark
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Nov 2017 stephanie
Tyler Grace
Solitude was a drug I injected straight into my veins, sending every bit of isolation towards my heart with great anticipation. Like any other substance,  I ignored the deterioration it casted upon my being for the sake of reassuring myself I was okay.

Loneliness was dizzying, electrifying every nerve ending as I soon began to become aware of myself and what little I surrounded myself with. We come into this world alone ----- and alone we die.

With the mantra amplified, why bother?
 Nov 2017 stephanie
eileen
forgot
can't  remember
The day i would write my pain on paper

use to be a poet
Now i just admire them
From afar
 Nov 2017 stephanie
Em
Cigarette
 Nov 2017 stephanie
Em
I'd inhale it wishing it would **** me.


sincerely , dad.
For winter so much I wait
Siting each day by the gate.
With each moment it's getting colder
And night's growing all so much longer.

A cold lovely rain comes
Happens it every now and then
Shortly in snow it transforms
Now, the only question is "when?"

And I'm avare of it, and  I'm so glad
Therefore I just cannot fill bad
Waiting for winter, my queen to come
In my happiness I'm second to none
 Nov 2017 stephanie
Emmalee
They say that home is where the heart is
But when has my heart ever steered me in the right direction?
I believe it to be that my heart has had its faults.
My heart has leaned me toward the past
And prevented me from moving forward.
My heart has betrayed me, loving someone
Who never, not once, loved me.

So how can I call something
I barely even know myself,
A home?

Home is where the heart is to some,
But to me, the heart is where I become numb.
 Nov 2017 stephanie
Tanya Ward
We are the people that you created.
A generation going nowhere.
We are the kids that you hate.
Brought up by fear and paranoia.
The technology era,
distinguished by guns and violence.
Raised and spoiled;
aggression and hate the new emotions.
Alienated from each other.
Passion and empathy completely diminished.
A dystopian world,
ruled by liars and thieves.
Pain is coupled with pleasure.
Angst and depression consuming the minds.
Break away from the hate.
Become a better generation.
We are not the nowhere kids.
Different length and structure
of ropes binding concepts,
reactions, and people together,
but no matter how different,
we all want to be loved,
a point in our lives
where we feel the
longing of love and
sturdy clasped hands,
that gleam in the eye,
flash of a grin,
affectionate look,
small words and thoughts
slip away unnoticed by others
but stay echoing throughout
someone's mind,
strip away the pain,
break down high walls,
open up a heart and
discover we can find
ourselves in others, and
others can find themselves
in us.
Don't forget to love.
Next page