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leena Aug 2014
don't drink poison and wait for it to **** your enemies..
I am scared.
I cheated on life.
on my life.
on my life.
I cheated and went to hell.
I lied.
I hate myself.

Clean slate.
It didn't happen.
I didn't cheat on life.
on my life.
on my life.
It was all a dream.
It didn't happen.
I smile.
I laugh.
I love myself.

Everything just works out for itself.
I am me, and always will be.
Smile, and live your life.
Be happy.
Smile.
Smile.

I SAID SMILE! :)
K Balachandran Aug 2014
After, a long drawn out burning kiss
that opened a never healing wound
she leaves for the secret rendezvous
in a verdant oasis in a distant desert.
He didn't hear about her even after
light years, remembrance of that
kept on haunting him, for reasons
he wanted to find, he burned and burned.

On a full moon night after million years,
searching in the desert, long hours
sweating and tired like a haunted animal
he found a magnificent Spinx,felt connected
fell for that feminine allure, curved hips
hypnotic eyes of a hermaphrodite,swell of *******,
that illogically prompted him to caress,

towering high at the end of an oasis,
wasn't it  a construct of desire?

he stood, feverishly desiring those pouting lips,
the moment next, missed the one inflicted wound,
in a pit inside  forbidden longings erupt
when speaking  language of desire, poisoned fruits too
taste dark poetry, nature flows to  symmetry
"No man or woman, loved me like that"
a whisper, then a hiss, in passion proclaims
there she was his one time lover, cheat, deserter
of his spirit's mating call, still he isn't free from delusions,
she abandoned him for another, in that too wasn't sure
yet another of her misadventure, does she repent?

"I didn't want to miss you like this" she says
"you mistook that I was in love with her, him or whatever"
entanglements, there were from the word go,
her eyes , he observed were sapphires,
her bleached white bones, were irresistible, totems
he wanted to preserve it in the museum in Cairo
her being grew in to him like an oasis
in a desert, a weary, insane, traveler reaches
just in time for the final peaceful hour before all resolve.

"Are you insane, what makes you do this again" a voice asked,
another million years would pass without any solace,
the sphinx, so magnificent then would be just a sand dune !
They hand in hand, would be walking over it,
that sweet oblivion would remain, birth after birth.
Nina MacDonald Jul 2014
When your mind has been altered,
Regardless the substance,
Your shaky hands still dial my number.

And if that doesn't say anything about you and I,
Maybe it says something about you an her.
Carley Nov 2013
You're a good liar.
Really you are.
You act like you care,
Like I am actually important to you,
But there are flaws in your pathetic calumny.
I can see the way you watch other girls,
The way you want them.
I can hear the slander you tell your friends,
The way you degrade me to impress them.
I can smell the alcohol on your breath,
The perfume of the great time you had without me.
I can feel your hands slipping from my waist,
And up the bottom of her shirt.
I can taste someone else's cherry lip balm,
The deceitful words you've repeated to a hundred girls before me.
But you insist it's all stupid rumors.
You claim they're all lies and slander.
But I know.
I've always known.
And I'm done.
-CsR
I wasn't cheated on.
Camila Jul 2014
I'm being faithful to nothing,
to a memory,
to the ghost of what we never had.
But letting someone else sleep under these sheets,
hold me like you did,
feels like betrayal.
So I rather go to bed alone,
       cover my body with your shirt,
                and if I try hard enough I can still smell you in it,
than let anyone else erase with their touch the prints of your hands.
RM.
Im not comfortable even kissing someone else while I still love you.
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