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Julie Grenness Jan 2016
What can I say about my sisters?
Are they a thorn in my side, like blisters?
Or my oldest friends, indeed,
Always mentors in time of need,
The family ties that bind,
Ever ready to say' never mind,'
We look alike, but think apart,
Oldest friends from times gone past,
'Older ladies', we've ripened,
Can't buy sisters with a stipend,
Are sisters thorns in my side, like blisters?
No, you cannot buy my sisters!
A reflection on the sorority.
kurapika Aug 2015
hello
it's been a while since we've talked
you let me become a stranger
another face on a milk carton
helpless and sad; a lost soul
hello
it's been a while since we talked
i heard you went to my funeral
where they buried who i used to be
hello
a introduction; a greeting but
you let my hello turned strangled.
hello scratched through my dry throat and
when it finally pushed past my cracked lips
hello
sounded far too much like
help
Stormy Bailey May 2015
We’re not as perfect as we like to say,
it's just another game that we play,
as you fall under my angelic spell.
the demon comes out.
and it wants to stay.
Cherubs cry,
as I tighten the ties,
and angels sob,
I put the gag back in your mouth.
blood red tears streaming down your back.
leather against skin,
cause you like it like that.
Your so cute when you scream,
its your masochistic dream.
biting deep in your skin.
face in the pillow,
suffocating again.
But you like that don’t you.
nails in your flesh,
color me aroused.
what’s the safe word you ask?
put that gag back in your mouth.
Wow I can't believe I am letting the public see this.
Leila Valencia May 2015
The belief she told me hurts
The wrongness of the wilderness moves me
The winter blend rounds me to our nostalgia
Painted eyes, Beauty roses, safeness guarded by painted eyes
Balloon strings tie us to the paradise city
Flowed us to a sitting garden of what we once were

Time ticks and sand licks the ground
Shadows deepen and the monster peels away
Beauty is sacrificing the petals can't dance to what they once were
My melody is so unsafe and may ties break

To the nostalgia of the innocence wakes
The blue skies break, flows in the shadows of grey
So long my childish ways
so long my childish love.
801 Apr 2015
Examining the tee from the game that you loved
I imagine your swing and thoughtfully rub
my thumb over imperfections made
of time, spent and gone;
now emptiness so. . . wrong.
I hold it for the ties to you.
Your nearness seeping in faint wisps
into my bones
but they are ghostly tethers.
Sitting in the home
you built. Amid the ruins of years
gladly spent in labor. Fears
gently assuaged and now forgotten
even as you fade.
As the time with you fades.
Your nearness pales,
After all, it is just a tee.
Now my panic fills the moment
as this tether fails
too.
After living with my grandparents for the majority of my life, grade school to grad school currently, they were killed this January. It has been a lonely time as I have to sift through their belongings and keep up this house on my own. Sometimes I pick something up and it just hits me. My grandfather loved golf.
Silence Screamz Mar 2015
Wounded boards of cardboard dreams
Smelt in cities and lucid screams

Rusty nail driven in blasted souls
Wake me up and make us crawl

Bound by the ties of constant sorrow
The daylight ends, there is no tomorrow
Dreams built in my head by simple and complex thoughts
Was it dark in there in the trench from wich you came

Was it hard to step outside and feel the rain

Did the empty shells trip you as you stumble to your feet

Thousands of bodies innocent bodies
Fill the street

Like a **** growing threw the concreate, you stand tall

For a nation that rises just to fall

The lies ......

The lies flood the street like the aftermath of a natural disaster

Im not a christian

I haveo master

You call this the land of the free

Where is the freedom

Where is the dream

Where are the answers

Open your eyes

Your enemies claim to be on your team
Take your own message from this
Sienna Burroughs Oct 2014
Infinite, iridescent ribbons
Spinning out around us.

With every word you let slip,
I dare say I see every hue,
Drifting closer to me,
and you.

They speed up with every second of anticipation,
Wrapping tightly around our skins sensation.

But somehow, these mingling ties,
they cannot bind me.
instead they move us.
A deep blue undertow, your eyes,
washing over my entirety.
Bright hot Scarlett's sweetly pulling us in,
Closing the only gap left between us,
now chest to chest.
white light, tracers at your mouths content.
silver as winters first gasping breath,
shivers as you reach for me again.

Our strings of thought do not break as they should.
Concoctions of enthrall,
tangling, mending, strengthening,
as you move to my hearts rapid beat.
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