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fear the unknown Nov 2014
As I drag your silver lips across my painted skin,
How I long to feel,
the burning that's within,
Your jagged teeth,
filled with grief.
As I watch the crimson seep.
Harsh Sandhu Nov 2014
Having time with my
                 First girlfriend
I hold her hand
               In my hand
Gone to movie theatre
Before the interval
I hugged her many
                       Times
  And had a kiss
                    Later!

     I felt exalted
Out of the world
Happiness flickered everywhere
I walked in the seventh heaven
And feeling of ecstasy
Which refrained in me
All i wanted that time
            Was to share!!

The next morning
Having the same excitement
Of yesterday feeling
I told everything with joy
  To my friends
       Here and there
            I didn't care
Was it wrong or fair?!!!

      She slapped me
Made red cheek of mine
You exaperated her
Asking about that time
  Now *******! you felt fine!!!!
First girlfriend at 10th standard[ 16 years old] , we went in the movie theatre to watch movie...then when i told this thing with pride to my friends the next day...one of my friend passed a comment to her '' will you go for movie today also ..giggled'' she directly come to me and slapped me..and gone without saying anything.
Julia O'Neary Oct 2014
I only ever worried that you
were too old for me.
Never once thought that I
could be too young for you.

I felt an uncomfortable mix
of excitement and fear
when I caught your eyes
lingering around my thighs.

I never imagined that you
too had an internal debate
somewhere between your
morals and your...

I don't want to be your
temptation, forbidden fruit.
Maybe if I were riper you'd
feel better about picking me.
Elioinai Oct 2014
I stare at the blossoming garden with growing excitement,
The glass between us shatters in against my hands,
Leaving shards within my palm,
But your left engulfs my right
And absorbs them
Hannah Beth Oct 2014
I want smoke in
my lungs and gin
in my veins and
lips on my
lips and chills down
my spine to feel
nothing but
pleasure blurred
dreams sweet and
brief I don't want
a thing but craving
and need
short n quick burst of frustration at boring weekdays
Tuesday Pixie Oct 2014
I have a chance
Not chance
Opportunity

See, I’m learning to assert self
To claim space
And here is the time
The place
Ah, excitement!

Into my own power
The start of something
That’s what the cards read
Let’s start something!!

The reckless within me is chattering now
Infatuated curiosity peeps
What will happen next?!

Maybe I’m a drama queen
It riles something within me
Oh hit my spot!

Temptation divine
The danger of it all !
Freedom ~
Ah, life.
Ah, me.

Here we go
Abundance galore
Sarah Oct 2014
Knee deep in
Toulousain
brick
where sidewalks
dent and
water collects

and up 6 levels
in Jolimont,
not far from where
everything exists,

Here I am,
knee deep in
thought, and out
towards
the starry night,
the dark is
ever changing

and I can feel the moonlight
flowing,
of course, I feel it stretching
out its
arm to me
to stroke my cheek
in silence
when my thoughts become
too loud

I'm knee deep in the world, baby,
knee deep in the luke warm
end of daylight
where the water
keeps on moving
and trying to
pull me down
to where
everything is gold.
Brianna Elise Sep 2014
The lights are off but I am shining;
A radiant, beaming, golden glow,
An ambient ray of love manifested. Excitement emanates from me,
Like tongues of flame, lapping
At the shadows in the hollow cheeks
Of this dark room.
I am smouldering;
I swear I could burn straight through
The mattress and through the floor, Down beneath the sandy Florida soil, And even the high water table
Couldn't put me out.
I'm on fire for you, burning for you.  This fire won't go out, it's been raging Scarlet and vermillion embroidered With gold since the day I met you.
Your liquor kisses seeped into
My black charcoal heart,
And the conflagration is consuming
Everything.
Notebook Aug 2014
many days that memory lane rebuilds
for the matchstick, gas, and striker addict
itching for his fixture of crash-and-burn
where fire and brimstone safely heals
anxious hearts in rites of passage
carrying a dream that most hands deter
I’ll start an ember beneath the surface
and forget the reign of disdaining thrill
step firm through flames as memory lane tilts..
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