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Cierra Hope Jan 2017
If you look up at the stars,
Sometimes you'll see many clusters of stars,
But if you keep looking,
You'll find one star by itself,
Shining bright
With only the light of the moon surrounding it.
That is me.
That is my soul.
In a galaxy full of people,
I stand alone.
I've lost time counting headlights and lamplights and streetlights and stars. I've literally lost time. Each day I wake up, and watch the evening drift by in a sunset, I fall asleep and watch the moonlight sail away on a sunrise.


It was an empty promise, these lights all around. It was an empty promise, that buzzed with the current a few thousand volts. Lights...pale and broken bulbs bleeding gasses and lies. But I guess in the dishonesty of some idea so pure, I found the dream that Teslas lightning tipped fingers yearned for,


A quest of solid gold that conducted an orchestra of thunder. And so lights couldn't be a lie anymore,


They could only be a dream, a dream never fully realized so long as the frozen dead fingers of liars past held their grip. Edisons overgrown yellow tinged finger nails, piercing through the veil of misty electric sparks,


Yet here i am


The light bulb is over MY head now! And my brainstorm is an F4 hurricane, my bolts like guillotines for your greedy fingers!


Because this is the generation of new light, of new thunder and new mayhem.
Of illumination!


A new generation carrying torches, casting out our light bulbs and our lamp posts. Forcing fire into Mason jars and using flames like they were new again.


No no no

Not Mason jars. Pull those ******* light bulbs from the headlights and lamplights and streetlights, fill those ******* with gunpowder and unstable explosive mixtures and make stars, *******!


Make flames that burn brighter than Edison's unholy lies, that tear down the dome and bring the skies falling!


Watch everything we've built, watch corruption and lies and racism and false superiority come hissing out of the cracks, trying to save themselves from the building pressure,


Trying to claw their red boney fingers from the fire but they can't. Because they are the fire,


And we will all watch as they burn like they always wanted to. Their voices shining past all of the glory their burning visage may grant, their bodies becoming one with the chaos that is our country.


And then we will have nothing left but ashes. No more eagles. Only the right and left wings of a Phoenix,


Risen from our ash and tears, flying into the sky to become the sun...To shine like nothing ever seen by our eyes so used to a false light.


Because it's time we became the sun. It's time we chose a real light to follow, not a halogen tube spewing gas over sickly bodies. No more light bulbs to only last a few weeks. Were tired of artificial light...Tired of breathing oxygen made in a lab…


Maybe it's because we've lost so much time under buzzing broken bulbs, under boot heels and tyrannical ideation. We've lost so much time staring into TV lights and camera flashes that we've only been able to wait for someone real to step into frame...


We've lost so much time counting headlights and lamplights and streetlights and stars. Counting the minutes till a new hero appears...I'm ready to be the light.
JR Rhine Dec 2016
A mannequin of flesh and bone
fallen from its pedestal
disappears among the turtlenecks.
Sirena Martinez Nov 2016
I wish for the temporary love
Where it only last a night
The pleasure passes time
much better than thinking of him
My mistake
They are like cuts the saliva of the stranger's kiss could heal
or just soothe for a night
as they kiss my neck, my shoulder, the outline of my body
Only to wake up in the morning thinking of him
K603 Nov 2016
I don't need you
To give me the world
To provide for me
To hold my hand every step

I do need
Someone to kick my ***
Tell me to pull my **** together
To look at me with that grin
To reassure me

To know they could give me everything, but won't.  
Because I can do it myself
I need to do it myself

I need you to walk beside me
Stand with me
Don't
Egressx Oct 2016
1.     My house is the same size as his mother's bedroom.
2. He was the first to notice the colour of my eyes.
3. He kept his left hand on my thigh and steered with his right.
4. He drew a long breath and breathed out a smoke on my face
5. He said men should not hurt their wives.
6. He drove sober while I leaned back with a bottle of cider in my hand.
7. He asked why I was so sad.
8. He told me he and his mother never talked.
9. I liked the feel of his hand on my hair.
10. He stopped kissing and wanted to talk about it
11. I've tried so hard to keep my wrists clean.
12. He claimed he was not looking for ***.
13. He only wanted me for my body.
14. I was not ashamed of my nakedness.
15. He stopped when I said no.
16. I fumbled; I was only a ******.
17. He sobered up in the cold shower while I lay in his bed, waiting.
18. I thought I heard my mother's voice from the back of my head, asking me my whereabouts.
19. I was somebody's daughter.
20. He was somebody's son.
21. There was a drawing by his kid sister, with a caption: the best brother in the world.
22. I felt too ugly to be lying there.
23. For all my life. I've wanted a brother. Someone who would protect me. Someone who would fight for my mother, who would gently cup my ears in the midst of my father's violence.
24. He came back and kissed me again.
25. I touched him because I was lonely.
26. I did not stop him from making marks on my neck.
27. I wanted to give myself up. I did not care. I had no reason to keep my virginity. But I was somebody’s daughter, and I...I loved myself too much.
28. He faltered at the mention of her name. He loved her. It was all too familiar.
29. He wanted to know how long I was staying.
30. My flight was only in eight hours.
31. I felt angry at his dominance over every events of my life.
32. I did not know how to forgive him. He, who was supposed to be my lighthouse, my shade. He made it so hard for me to trust, too vulnerable, always playing on the safe side. He hurt me too much.
33. He fell asleep with his back turned against me. I wanted to reach out to be held. But I did not know how to please him.
34. I was supposed to feel safe under my father’s shadow.
Pratham Sharma Oct 2016
I know you are hiding something,
Because I can see in you all through.
But I wanna tell you
That I love and live in you.
You can tell me your aches
I am here for you....
I stand with you.

I know that you are in pain,
Because I can feel in you all through,
All your pains are mine too
In your highs and lows I wanna be with you.
You can cry from my eyes,
I am here for you.....
I stand with you.

I know you are tired,
Because I can sense you all through.
It's been a long on path of love,
To prove the world that our love is true.
You can take rest in me
I am here for you....
I was, I am and I always will
Stand with you
Viseract Oct 2016
I will not stand for you,
You betrayed me
I will not fight for you,
Just yesterday

You left me alone
I drowned and struggled
You just stood there
As they burned me down

So don't bother me no more
No matter what's in store
I will fight alone,
I'll stand alone

Don't trifle with my mind
You're better left behind
No matter the darkness
That strikes me down

I'll do this on my own

A sliver of shattered glass
From a mirror that could never last
This fragment weighs so little
Yet so heavy on my mind

Within it's reflection
Lies memories of you and me
The last piece of a puzzle
I tried to sweep away

I was content when it was only us
But my smile began to fade
As I witnessed my demise
Around me in eternal shade

So don't bother me no more
No matter what's in store
I will fight alone,
I'll stand alone

Don't trifle with my mind
You're better left behind
No matter the demons
That knock me down

I'll protect what I love, alone!

Don't offer that venomous hand
It seems you don't understand
I know you lusted for my pain
That love, born, from sanity slain

I thought you were beautiful
But the truth woke me up
Pleasure from my torture,
Serpentine you are, what the ****!

Don't talk to me at all
You shoved and I began to fall
But no matter what comes next
I will fight until the end

Aloooonee...

No matter what's in store
I will fight until I'm dead on the floor
No matter the demons
That hold me down

I WILL FIGHT ALONE!

*Don't bother me at all...
Drown in your sorrows
See this message crystal clear...
I don't want you near...
I'm sorry, but you should really go...
Claire Sep 2016
its been so long since I’ve written you down
and since, there have been other you’s that have
come and gone
like these seasons,
steady

so now it is Fall again,
the time last year during which my heart was aching
as you vanished from my side;
I stopped and watched as
you went;
you went so
slowly

i stand now, still abandoned
like a tree from its leaves
but I do stand,
and I wonder what you’re doing now,
but only for a moment
before I continue walking;
listening
as the leaves that were silenced
crunch beneath my sentimental feet.
hello, its been a while
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