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Rj May 2018
It’s hazy tonight as the quarter half moon glows
I grip the edges tight as the moist wind gently blows
Sitting on the rocks of the roof with soft hushed voices
Suddenly not caring about making the wrong choices
The cityscape is faint under shrouds of cool grey mist
I think of all these moments that I know I could’ve missed
My friends sit close and look up, staring up to find the stars
Me pointing out the landmarks, all of them sitting out so far
A moment of sisterhood and rebellion that we have never shared
We pull our shirts and bras off as if we had never cared
We three expose ourselves to the world that softly sleeps
This memory is ours, and it’s only ours to keep.
Xoxo
MJ Apr 2018
She has a drive
to share
her body


Right to

shreds


Always
been an over-

sharer, everyone says.


Swollen lips and
scarred skin,


All of that
spurious

stability,


Coaxing
them

right in
Genevieve Wakutz Apr 2018
starlight bathes
the valley between us
a web of memories
like splintered glass
spiral and soften
into innocent silk
releasing deep anchors
until skin disappears
like a shadow
under the moon
Vnkae Mar 2018
I stare at the grey walls again,
gaze at our picture
It's been a routine
talking to the ghosts
and the silhouettes
since you left me
helplessly
in this crumbly and ragged
paperworld
covered by the stardust

I tried to run
run after you
oh! moonchild
I miss you
you don't see it, do you?

I miss the puffy lips of yours
your ice cold stares
but moreover
the subtle presence of
your warm body
the warmest body
that some days back
clutched me so tight
every midnight
when I was in verge
of another breakdown
your warmth
filled my inner soul
and ushered me back to life

idk where you've been
you faded so swiftly
right in front of me
now

I search for the clues
in all our old Polaroids
and in al the blues and hues

still**
every night you hunt me
in my daydreams
so, I try closing the eyes of mine
wishing to see you
just one more time
just one time more
♡ ♡
It's about longing for a friend/love that's never actually been there but is in your head and subtly, quietly supports you and is your strength.
Anji Mar 2018
Soft and firm, gentle and fierce,
A parting breath smothers on skin.
Wild and wanting, surrendered and stroking,
Fingers are searching and home.

Quiet, now listening, anticipating, wishing
Until the spell breaks beneath lips -
Blushing it comes, blooming it bursts
Against symphonies and rhapsodies
With melodies heaving, heavy, unheard.

Gasping for life, holding more tight
To another so fragile, human, finite
Stealing, giving, alternately taking
An appetite destructive, delicious,
Desiring, raging;
Flesh upon flesh, ragged, receiving.

Twisting, bones resisting,
A common ground with no space between
Reaching and holding, pressing and pulling,
Synchronized in silent sweet rhythms of time
Warm, willing, fantasies thrilling, perspire
Lovely and lucid, writhing, conducive
As dancing flames to the fire.

Thoughts are melting to muddle
Into puddled pools of passion
Dripping, swirling, flooding, licking
The innermost walls of the cowering mind
Bodies and hearts are pulsing, repeating,
Beating and bruising, until each breath
Is ******, divine.
I don't think mom would be comfortable reading this XD
Kathleen M Mar 2018
I am a lake
I am full of turmoil and water
There is thick mud at the bottom
All kinds of things get stuck
There are bodies buried inside me
My chest is full of corpses
I ripple with every disturance
Surface tension broken by those who do not lightly tread
I tend to overflow I tend to spread the bog
She Writes Feb 2018
Excuse me as I stumble
Through my scattered thoughts
I am not very good at expressing love
My brain is cluttered
My sentences never form as I want
Let me show you with my lips instead
All the words on the tip of my tongue
Let me show you with my hands
All the love I have to give
My body can paint the picture for you
That my scattered brain cannot put into words
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2018
Sometimes it feels like
We share one soul so big it
Takes up two bodies
I feel like I've finally found my other half. I know that is clique but I don't even care I am so happy. This is what true love feels like.
Brent Feb 2018
Trembling hands
             against circular grip.

Pieces of road
             reveal and disappear.
Pools of light
             raked with speed.

My jacket lifts with
             each heart beat.
Her invitation rattles
             in my skull.

Blood flows
             &
body tingles.
Sweat.
            Excitement.
                               Anticipation.

Our bodies will soon
             be together.
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