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Akemi Sep 2014
Autumn reminds me of black leaves and dead lips
adolescence left to die on empty swing sets
11:59am, September 11th 2014

Death death death.
sun stars moons Sep 2014
who is it, that decided
when your childhood will end
when your youth will run out
tell me, who ever said
life consists of time periods
why not, days
hours, even.
life consists of moments.
decisions, the paths taken,
or not taken.
there is no "growing up" - there is only growth.
and growth will never run out.
Akemi Aug 2014
may
I remember
this archway
all too well.

When I was young
the concept of time
was a distant thing.

Do you remember
waiting,
every sunrise,
in this archway?

I was late
(more often than not)
but you never failed
to find
and kiss me
good morning.

I’m sorry
for everything.
4:03am, August 31st 2014
Candy Noire Aug 2014
Never be the perfect daughter that’s the truth
I’ll dry **** hard
But I just want to hold on to my youth
The sun is blaring through the blinds
But I’m still lying in bed
It’s the only way I make it through the day
Feeling half dead
I walked along the road
Adrenaline rushed through
My heart palpitating
As if my brain
Already knew that I didn’t give a ****
If the car crashed too
And my heart will stop
And my face turns blue.

And I have no ******* cigarettes
To smoke my lung into
The cinder in my heart
Is the only anger I once knew
I’m a ghost of the girl
I was a fragment of the past
You told me that I was a naughty girl
And slapped me on the ***
Cause my heart is stuck in
The centre of a seesaw
I can’t go up or down
Without feeling lost or used
And the ******* letters
Circled on my work book
Tell me to try a little harder
But I’m too misunderstood.

If I had any heart left
I would throw it out to you
Tell you that you ******* own it
So do with it what you choose
And I know I must have a heart left
Cause I feel it break every day
So I fill it up with sawdust
And I’ll toss it in the bay.

Sometimes I wish I’d never met you
Sometimes I’m glad you’re in my life
But I never really feel enough
And you really stuck the knife
In twisted it it’s stuck
Can’t make it go away
You told me you were in love with me
The only person to say
And I’ve seen happiness go
Like the night stealing the day
In my desperation
I will do what you want  
If you will stay
Cause I cannot see the difference
Between love and pain
I could love you or hate you
But I’d still feel the same
I want you in my arms
Just to make it go away
But when you kiss me on my mouth
I always end up naked again
So I breathe in the fumes
Just to clear my lungs
And I’ll ******* out of sadness
**** I’ll ******* out of love.
For T
Akemi Jan 2014
I remember a girl whose eyes were liquid fire
Whose passion dragged me under
She had lips frozen by winter
That melted on touch

Between summer and autumn
The air breathed hot and cold around her
And her eyes grew soft
And her heart grew close

We lost a year in a teenage rush
Of after school talks, and pre-dawn love
Of where we’d go, and what we’d become
A forever we never touched
8:13am, January 8th 2014

Just a piece explaining of my previous poem. I like writing little explanations to all my poems, and sometimes the explanation turns out better than the poem. They're a lot more down to earth.
Akemi Aug 2014
I have framed you
In soft pewter blues
For too long

You are an arc of indelible
Electricity
Thunder clapping through
My broken heart
In an endless winter storm
10:40pm, August 14th 2014

The only time I've felt alive.
Tawanda Mulalu Aug 2014
Tired.

I had been able to close my eyes for a bit and even went as far as letting the blanket of black envelop me. Strangely, it had held me like no one didn't. In short, I was alone. But this time, content with being so: I could finally enjoy the voice inside my head.

And then tomorrow, once a concept that didn't exist, existed once again. Then my chest began to hurt. Exam sadness was setting in. It was thus the time to write insincere essays and meaningless equations. All for a certificate that will say I am qualified for something. For what, I do not know. All I know that I was once able to smile...not too long ago.

I said goodbye to my blanket of black and said hello to my gentle heart attack. And afterwards I logged onto more emptiness on a screen: dreams and seens. I didn't, I don't, understand anything yet. All I know is that I am suddenly not a child anymore.
Short prose is almost the same thing as verse. Just almost.
drownitout Jul 2014
A depression that's been present since the onset of pubescence turned a child that went to church into a child with some convictions.
A warped sense of the world has greatly altered my perception and since now I hardly bother with it all I just accept it.
starling Jul 2014
smell of chlorine

smell of safety, of *** education, of climbing fences and

scuffing sneakers on concrete steps and

shedding clothes

smell of boy

floating across from me, staring

at my mouth and my limbs.

It is simple for you to walk here.

It is simpler for me to swim.

you are bumping your feet against dead fireworks

left empty on the pool bottom--

diving underwater to find the unfamiliar shapes,

holding them up

in the light of the still-awake apartment windows

that reflect like fireflies on the ripples we leave—

and I am a runaway teenaged mermaid

finding my legs,

learning how to climb out of the glowing blue and walk

when treading water was so easy.
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