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Johanna Mar 14
craving the aroma of your air
while I sink to the bottom of the bathtub

longing for your touch
while being shaken back into reality

philosophizing about your voice
while melodies and bass fill the room

projecting your creature in front of me
while motion pictures buzz behind it

longing for your scent
while another sneaks past me

dreaming of different versions of you
while I try to recover

freezing although everything in me burns for you
perhaps a bath would warm me just as fine too
I let the water in and soon find myself-
to my love
Ankush Mar 11
A lovely she is..
I watch her all day.

From dawn to next day,
I wait in dismay.

Each sunset I stare,
My white window's view.

I can not find her.

Each night i spent,
And of each day's lament,
More i want to know,
The meaning of the white,
Window engraved.

This white wall ,
And the white window.

It's too shiny,
The bright coating.
Its viscous colour,
Dripping ,
drop by drop,

I can't seem to break by,
Halting and trying,
rock by rock.

I do have a chair to rest,
But I wait for her,
standing,
By window's view ,
& I wait.

I do have the other wall,
I do have another window,
But I can't seem to make myself
Break through the white wall,

While by the moonlight,
I stare her shadows engraved.

Why this white wall,
Seems a storm to the
Beautiful rainbow,
And if i all i could is wait
Then Why is this white window?

A lovely she is..
I watched her all day.
Emery Feine Mar 10
I have been a raging fire.
I have been an overflowing cup,
Overflowing with guilt;
I wash it down the sink.
I have been too much for everyone:
Too bold,
Too shy,
Too lustful,
Too innocent.
I poured a bucket of ice on my head
To simmer me down a little bit,
And now that I am freezing,
And I cannot feel the fire no more,
I have met you, the blaze.
And your warmth was burning off my skin,
And it was melting my face off,
And it was too much.
Far too much.
You have given me light and burning warmth,
But I cannot handle the smoke.
I now know how he felt.
I am choking,
So I have left.
I will be too little and too much on my own.
I do not need a spark to jolt me.
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Nehal Mar 9
I question with wrath -
My friend, where's my fiend?
"Buried alive" he said walking by the path.
Rushed I pulled by the collar,
"Where's my fiend?!" I was ready with a roller.
"Why do you care?" he asked with no fear.
She was there when none stayed, she's my dear.
"A literal murderer, your dear?" he laughed.
"Answer my friend, where's my fiend?" I glared.
poisonstaaar Mar 8
I love you.
Such simple words anyone can say
I love dogs, I love the rain, I love you.
What I crave no, yearn for is much more than that.
I want obsession.
I want you to look for me in everyone you meet
Compare them to me only to realize they aren't me.
When you see me I want your heart to beat so loud even I can hear it
My scent so intoxicating for you it's your own personal drug
For just a simple glance I give you urges you to fall to your knees and worship the ground I walk on.
For I am your god, There is nothing else but me.
When I am not around there feels like a part of you is missing.
You spend your nights tossing and turning thinking of me.
Do anything and everything for me.
Create for me just as much as you would destroy for me.
Give me a madman's love.
poisonstaaar Mar 8
Do you know how special you are? I don't flirt with anyone like I do with you. I don't look at anyone with such lust and desire like I do with you.
So willing to be on my knees and serve you like the god you are. I would do anything for you go to the ends of the earth for you. Sacrifice myself for you. **** and slaughter till the blood is so dark it stains my face and hands. That is how special you are мой вампир
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