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Julia Mae Jul 2016
i have been
                      (sad)
lately
for what it would seem
                               (no reason)
to speak
so hear my crumbling
                                      (aching)
you aren't listening
i remain
                   (alone).
Lillian Harris Jul 2016
He has a smile that
Mesmerizes,
Carefully hiding
The circles that form
Beneath his eyes.
He laughs like he
Doesn't feel hollow inside
But the sound never seems
To come out quite right

He lives
Like the silver moon,
In a midnight starlit sky.
Faces stare admiringly
Yet he always wonders why.
He only sees the shadows
Swimming before his face,
Never the light that he emits,
With unassuming grace.

He longs for
Constellations
But I am just one fleck
Of light amidst the darkness
That wraps around his neck
I feel his aching heart contract,
Encased in ice and stone
Oh, that I could be the warmth
That he has seldom known.
Tony Luxton Jun 2016
Knees aching climbing the hill,
gras patches, soft landings
among sandstone islands,
dreaming cold clime exploring.

Shoe gripping rocks
of concreted fossils,
weighing on times remains
- triassic scales.

My multiplexed cells,
morphed versions of those
modelled in the strata.

Not master of all I see.
Not master of me.
Julia Mae May 2016
all i am seeing is you
in everything that i do
and all of me
is lost in you
when i see you
i see you
and when i see you
i love you
and when i am alone
i am a ghost
my fingers fit
nowhere else
i know i need to
bury this hatchet
which you have hurt me with
over
and
over again
but my hands are lead
and can find no dirt
and my biggest fear
is you forgetting
that i exist
how this chest
no longer is a home
to a heart
it's lost
in you
when i see you
Leal Knowone May 2016
When the conversation fades, and interest is gone. Island drift farther apart.  
Burning down the maze, to get to the point, when new beginnings start.  
Eyes aching to examine you. Before to long, the death of the heart.
The weight so heavy. I look to you & feel the beauty of this worlds art

When minds flower blooms, healing open wounds. Guided by the light of the moon.
Don't fear the faun, it has such beauty to gaze upon.
When darkness is lit,  I will see it fits, and be happy even in my tomb.
I held such artistry in my hands. I can rest happy after this place is gone.
WHEN
the purifying waters we lay in, love, lust and sin. I see we're swimming before long
We witnessed it all under the sun .The new beginning has began.
Julia Mae May 2016
i like how we try to depict pain into something beautiful as if we can try to convince ourselves that it isn’t as aching as it seems, when really it is all just so unbearable and a dark mess, i don’t much find anything beautiful about lying on the couch at 2am wanting to sleep but being unable to because you can’t quit crying and you try writing with trembling fingers about this pain so hopefully it makes more sense, but it just makes you realize how much more agonizing it really is, i am not sure if it actually helps to mend anything by beautifying it.
Julia Mae Apr 2016
66.
the good nights
used to be tinged
with kisses
and a soft caress
against my back
sending shivers
down throughout my spine
but now you say good night
with silence and
unmoving touches
i'm not too sure
how i became so dull
and unlovable
and cast away
to the colder side
of this bed
it's 5am,
i'm wide awake
this ache kept me awake
as you slept
your arms were in the wrong place
they were supposed to be here, here
holding me and keeping
the slumber less thoughts away
Nof Landas Mar 2016
Until when is this waiting?
The waiting to see again your face.
Until when is this longing?
The longing for the warm embrace.
Until when is this hoping?
The hoping for me to stop the chase.
Until when is this aching?
The unbearable aching phase.
Until when is this feeling?
The feeling I wish to erase.
Jessie Taylor H Feb 2016
Undress me with your eyes,
While I do the same in my mind.
Your breath on my neck,
As your lips brush down to my shoulder.
Chills running down my spine,
While your fingertips graze my skin.
Sweet sighs whispered,
Softly in my ear.
Arousing my body,
Losing sense of all rational thought.
I close my eyes,
And inhale your scent.
Calming my mind,
And slowly giving in.
For its been too long,
And my body's been aching for this.
2/3/2016
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