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 Apr 2016 Sydney Marie
enigma
I play this song on repeat
It reminds me of your heartbeat
gives me purpose
and my feet rhythm
Keeps me going
and reminds me that I am not leaving.

this world is so cold
but your heartbeat reassures me
to carry on and enjoy the road
That i will never be alone

i woke up this morning
desolated and suicidal
lifeless soul and dull bones

9 AM i got your call
i heard your voice
and at that moment
I remembered you are my life support
 Apr 2016 Sydney Marie
Li
sorry
 Apr 2016 Sydney Marie
Li
every
I love you
that comes out
of your mouth

wouldn't do

I was just not ready
to be found
 Apr 2016 Sydney Marie
enigma
murder
 Apr 2016 Sydney Marie
enigma
3AM
phychotic nightmare
awakened,but dead
crimson blood, where I lay
body frail, numb skin
images of grey corpse
in my sickened mind
so deranged,so ******...
home but not sheltered
a devil
a holy and sacred soul
takened from nirvana
pinned at the edge
of this disillusional world
You can't always think
What you feel
We are all alone sometimes
We dont always know why
We just try to survive
Cope with the pain
Holding on to things
That are better off gone
We ruin ourselves
And find excuses
To why we are better off alone
Do I have to tell a story?
I always thought that words could just be stand-ins,
they could be taste and feelings and hands on your body,
they could be a wet finger in your ear or
a slap across the jaw.
I always thought that they would just be there,
stagnant and-
****, read them if you want to but otherwise they’ll sit,
they don’t poke unless provoked.
Do I have to have morals?
I don’t mean the author I mean the worlds: do they have to be active? A verb: what you do.
But words are born from a sting on the arm,
a shot of rushing brightness that can’t be captured.
They’re eggs: they’re capsules: they’re formulations.
I don’t want to write a word that would be
seen on the hem of soldiers,
I just want to pull them from my skin like clay
and let them dry
I'm having a love affair
Multiple if you get down to it
The sun, he kisses my cheeks every morning
My coffee frenches my mouth
My clothes caress over my body
At night
The stars whisper sweet nothings into my ears
And the moon penetrates my being
And they all become jealous when he is near
For he gives me all of this
He adds the butterflies that wreak havoc within
I am having a love affair
One I will not quit
Mmm, how I revel in my lovers....
Wrap me in your arms,
tell me you're here to stay.
Let me feel your warmth,
as our fingers stray.
Let our lips touch,
smile as they part,
and meet once more.
He removes his coat
and spreads it over a puddle
of rain water.
She fairy steps gently
in a lady like way.
He smiles at her twinkling eyes
She adores his dimples in his cheeks
Like the flesh of a peach; adorable.
She giggles her hips wriggle as he
lifts her the final bit of coat.
Her heart is floating in happiness
Her blood is racing through
colourful veins, back to a happy heart
There is no rainbow, no sorrow, no tears
no shadows, no worries and no fears
But there are dreams, hopefulness, joy
and laughter and clapping of hands
and there is a twinkle, and there is above
everything else one single thing, tenderness.
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