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liakey Feb 12
I am not an open book;
I am not an easy read.

you pried open my cover,
and engraved your name on the sleeve.

ink bleeding through the layers,  
pure white pages made unclean.

you wrote down a story,
and I let myself believe.
A tear escaped
My eye
Shooked desire
To be alive
Found myself
On road
To justify
Why am I alive?
Still breathing
My believe
To smile
Horrendous play
Of life
Snatched away
My right
To be desired
And shine
Even in
Midst of
Fallen cry
A tear escaped
My tainted eye
Julia Supernault Sep 2019
When you finally decided to walk away, a big part of me went with you,
I’m not going to say you took it, because you didn’t,
I gave myself to you, piece by piece, little by little, I was giving who I am to you, for you,
And I’m not sure if I want those pieces back, no, I am certain I don’t want them back, they’re yours now, they’ve been tainted by the long nights of our meaningless conversations and the last surge of whatever fight I had in me to try and revive you and I.
Elizabeth Zenk May 2019
beaten and bludgeoned
mind’s eye clouded
in vermilion defeat
uncognized haze.
astilbe branches
bleed into a canopy
of tinted pools,
scarlet windows,
weary blossoms.
all flags are fire,
all songs are screams,
and nothing is true
in these panes
of crimson glass.
White flags
stained red with
yew berry words.
Ickabobroe May 2019
The paper picks up the marks
And only after it is tainted
Is it beautiful
Bohemian Mar 2019
I could hate my acquaintance
And love the unacquainted
Isn't this idea too tainted ?
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