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 Apr 2019 Mija
Third Legacy
O' Succubus,
               weighing me down in my slumber
                                                   Keep me still till the morning
                                                                ­                    your embrace is all I need.
you were the incubus of my dreams
 Apr 2019 Mija
jack
Guess
 Apr 2019 Mija
jack
I thought she was in the room with me
it is now clear she is somewhere
across a stretch of rushing thought
like a river that pulls those who dare to float
down onto breaking rocks.

My meaning seems to drown
swept away
and I make hasty calculations
on ****** expressions
trying to determine the safe passage
for my words.

What I would give
to be able to unshackle me from my body
climb into her head
and be done with guessing.
 Jul 2014 Mija
sanguine-souls
The rain I'm
Hoping for
Won't come to me
Won't cover me
Until I'm dried up
The sun I'm
Wishing for
Won't come to me
Won't cover me
Until I'm soaked up

I just want you
To weather me away
I just want you
To weather me away
 Jul 2014 Mija
erin
sentimental
 Jul 2014 Mija
erin
I've never been a sentimental person
but too soon did the
smell of salty air,
the sound of waves gaining
and receding
endlessly, reliably
become dear to me.
My memory betrays me
long enough to drag up the
sound of your laugh
(the unintentionally honest kind
that still raises goosebumps
on my skin)
along with the feeling of
Normandy sand beneath my toes.
No matter how much I want to let go,
I'll keep the jar of sand
on my dresser
and the image of you
with your arm around me,
our hair and our hearts wild,
in my mind forever.
I miss Europe.
 Jul 2014 Mija
Not Patty
10:20pm
 Jul 2014 Mija
Not Patty
if you were a drug i wouldn't have a sober vein left in my body.
 Jun 2013 Mija
Gabby K
My skin is raw from the frequent scalding hot showers.
I want to scrub your fingerprints off my body.
I don’t want to smell of your deceivingly sweet nectar,
I don’t want to feel your lingering embrace any longer.

It is no use.
I know that if someone were to kiss my body,
They would taste the insincere plague of your tongue.
They would absorb your flimsy forevers,
And those tender kisses that were meant for only me.

It is no use.
I cannot forget.
It is impossible for me to peel off these imprints.
So instead I will cover them.
I want to tattoo the first time you kissed me all over my body.
I want to tattoo our beach trip on my thighs.
Our day at the amusement park on my feet.
That’s where the skin is thinnest.
Poke close to my fragile bones.
I want it to hurt as much as possible.
It needs to sting.
© Gabby K 6/10/2013
anxious is the man
countless years ago
he followed doubt and pain
but never let it show

first to catch the eyes
blonde and unrefined
her short and shuffled feet
walk in time with mine

nights and days compress
cars become a wish
each night they turned the keys
the world was on their list

compiled inside a gate
her secrets lied in flame
breaking down the walls
would fuel the fire untamed

whitened in the snow
shoulder made a tool
she told him her regrets
that night beside school

time, a heartless fool
danced inside their eyes
trickled down their cheeks
in to a sad demise

flashing screens of red
warning soon to come
listen to it close
beat it like a drum

round and round it goes
cycles start again
wheels begin to spin
relax and count to ten

hallowed be thy name
unrequited love
worshiped like a god
mistaken for a dove

dyed a crimson red
letters sent with hope
return this back to sender
with a complementary rope

time returned again
this time he brought a friend
distance bared a shovel
knowing it would end

fit it in all in words
fluff it up real nice
rip to shreds her heart
turning his to ice

see her face again
hear her say his name
hammer to his heart
melt it all with shame

now anxious is the man
countless years ago
he followed doubt and pain
never to let go
 Jun 2013 Mija
ChubbehMonkey
on the outskirts I watch them mingle
like a wallflower, yet less beautiful
tears welling in my eyes
like the shallow end of the pool to play in, but never to fall into
a fake smile pasted upon my lips  
like drawn with permanent marker
lies like I'm fine or I'm okay
repeated time and time again
day to day
and memories like scars refuse to fade
I feel the caress of my own fingers
on my own neck as I place my collar
and think pityingly
of the kind women I have known.
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