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stopdoopy Nov 2018
Getting soaked to the bone

Until some kind people stopped

And offered me an umbrella

A hot shower
A warm meal
A cozy fire

And a new home

Don't come knocking on my door
When you've seen I've found better

Because the rain has stopped

And all I have left to give

Is a scorching heat to burn you with
For this Thanksgiving I wanted a poem that was happy but I decided to post this one instead and i chose it because maybe it by itself isn't happy but the stuff behind it is. Dedicated to my friends who've helped me, and honestly are just there in my day to day life, you guys feel like my family and I love you all.
Popleocan Aug 2018
I take showers in the dark,
My senses overwhelmed,
I'm compulsively compelled to lose a friend.

Screaming flesh cries out,
My buried eyes blind now.
As wet rough trains crash into my skin.

Again.
Again.

Insanity is my definiton.
As vanity is my protection.
My heart like a prisoner tries to escape her cage.
Yet still i find my her hung.
Dead again.
Without much time.
To age.

The cuts and scars and burns of pains i've no courage left to think.
So i wash my body like my hands as the dirt drains down the sink.

Again.
Again.

The dark is all I see.
I'll let no light wash over me.
Drip drip.
My heart is warmed.
Lost all hope, yet im not alarmed.
Drip drip.
My skin screams out.
The rain and darkness drown it out.

Black fog forces a deeper breath.
Releases the chains that compress my chest.

My new heart is born, warmed and free.
And now again i do my part.
Until the time i return.
For cleansing in the dark.

-popleocan
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
Every day I burn
In a shower of flame
One day I may learn
This hot water faucet game
Haylin Aug 2018
I walk through my room
touch each book on my shelf
thinking of you in the shower
touching yourself

With an open book, I wish
these pages were your skin
I'd caress each one until
our narrative could begin

with your hand on my knee
and your lips on my wrist
I'll beg for you to take me
in our sweet summer tryst

your fingers trail lines
up and down my thigh
until I can bear it no longer
my lips produce a shaky sigh

a hitch in my breath
as I become wet and ready
and you'll push into me
keeping me steady

and whisper the filth
of all you'd like to do
tell me I'm beautiful
watch my pages unfold

and all my bindings break
and all the books shatter
leaflets fly through the room
you always knew how to flatter

and when my daydream cracks
alone, hour after hour
wondering if you think of me
when you're in the shower...
Phi Kenzie Aug 2018
This is how I die
blinded by the light
that reflects off the rain
in puddles
in front of the car
I don't like even like driving, so like this like kind of like nonsense just like makes me like sick
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
here and I go to the shower
I'm going to bathe in the water
I'm going into the water I'm going
I'm going to wash for all time

31.07.18
Ron Gavalik Jul 2018
No matter how many showers
I take in the evenings
or in the afternoons,
I can't seem to wash away
that musky scent
from my thighs and fingers.
It's not always possible
to know how long the smell
of deception will linger.
Thoughts we all have at one time or another. Now, please care enough to get my premium work: Patreon.com/rongavalik
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