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Mosaic Oct 2015
Wired like a loaded gun
Waiting for the morning sun
Hello! How are you today

And I wonder
My love
Should I take the sun from you
Put it in a box of darkness
Like setting

I spread the ashes of a love never in love
just a circle venn diagram make believe but not Peter Pan
And love
I love you so
I am the sun
And I shine for no one

So box of darkness
Here I come

Speckled star dust farm eggs
Fresh renewed self conviction
Moon born
Phasing through to a life
Without you

Hedonism blood pulse
Still sentimental soul
Selling out to the lone wolf
Sneaky fox

Flowers tainting memories
Hand holding cheek kissing nostalgia bliss
Don't think
Of the one you will miss

Just kiss
Supernova
Little sunhat at nighttime party
Don't don't listen to the lies you whisper to yourself
You are the one you'll miss
If you don't help yourself

Feast on sin and self-righteousness
Reincarnation is second chance
Listen to the hands with the carnations outstretched
Fellow stranger with star burnt eyes
caring for those self told lies

You cheat
yourself
with handholding cypress knees bending towards
neurons collapsing
into the one who
Binary stars you
Binary stares at you
Holds you in your sleep from far away
Dream meeting past life fleeting into the now
You answer to this highschool crush pop quiz invader of reality
Who questions what color to paint the moon
Never almost drowning
But who has only ever taken a life
that belonged to them alone
relating in fictional patterns of physics
Undeniable wavelengths
colliding crashing consoling
You knew from the first eyes
that seeds of doubt would sprout in what you mislead as love
And you ask
Why not?

Hello,
        today is not tomorrow.
We were both in that room
That box of darkness
One of us bumping into the light switch
"Hey, I didn't know anyone else was here."
Martin Narrod Oct 2015
This bold mahogany dawn never retires
Buckets of roses unfold along the slopes of this graphite mountain
Smoke stirs from the cave wall paintings
Where wild horses lead the feral battles of yesterday

The most vulnerable humans could ever be is now
With four eyes and four arms open.
She might be as wet as a blonde Swedish shark- no matter.

The best and worst of life comes from the sacred triangle
Jane Sep 2015
I can stand him,
                    Not loving me.
I can't stand him,
              Loving her.
LL
Adriana Aug 2015
I can feel your eyes upon me yet you can't let her notice that your looking my way. You sit there and pretend everything is perfect with her by your side. Poor thing has no idea what you really are? What you tell me in private about how you really feel? I could careless about all your constant drama, I actual think you secretly love it.
I can feel you eyes upon me yet you can't let her notice that your looking my way. If only she knew all the ***** lil things we say to one another. About how you want it and how you need it? I could careless about all your constant drama, I actual think you secretly love it.
I can feel you eyes upon me yet you can't let her notice that your looking my way. If she only knew how you can't keep your hands off of me whenever we meet and even others notice your actions. I could careless about all your constant drama, I actual think you secretly love it.
I can feel you eyes upon me yet you can't let her notice that your looking my way. I'll just smile and pretend everything is copacetic if that's what you'd like. I can think of so many ways of  destroying your perfect existence but honestly. I could careless about your constant drama, I actual think you secretly love it. To tell you the truth I'm not one to kiss and tell. You're not worth it and never will be. She's just as blind as me, I guess.
Twisted love triangle.
AM Jul 2015
And I cannot resist you
And you cannot keep your hands off me
And I keep on coming back
And you keep on opening your heart
And my ears always listen
And your mouth always speaks
And I count every lies
And you made all those lies
And I understand that you love me
And you say "I love you" in every way
And I know
And you know
Even they know
*But she doesn't know
Brent Kincaid Apr 2015
How can you ask me to keep my cool?
I suppose it’s easy to say.
But when the talking is through, you and my lover
Will get up and walk happily away.

I know you’ll understand my lack of humor;
I didn’t come to bring you valentines.
Once I had a heart and it was broken.
I’m not in the mood to be kind.

So, I guess it’s time now for us to part.
I guess there isn’t much left to say.
This isn’t they we had things planned.
I wish it had turned out another way.

I fully can admit to being selfish.
This is not an easy scene to play.
Did you really think it would be pleasant?
Just another hyper-normal day?

How can you ask me to keep my cool?
I suppose it’s easy to say.
But when the talking is through, you and my lover
Will get up and walk happily away.

Brent Kincaid
4/22/2015
Arcassin B Apr 2015
by Arcassin Burnham



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Lady Wolf Mar 2015
I'm not that tall
to keep my feet underwater
without drowning.
Cause I'm flying
not to keep away
but to catch my will.

But you my little secret,
wherever you go without even hiding,
You're painstakingly stifling
seeing with the joy right now
of souls shrouded upon the other story.

Between age and chances,
I'll keep myself out of the ideally insane.
So dont you say I feel not or I'm too weak
for i'd rather not tell or talk of this risk.

What you're scared of what i'm scared of
When weary and when gone.
Because losing grip isn't rather easy
When you choose what to choose
and who to loose
In secrecy.
My Scarlet Amora Mar 2015
It's been a while now since I've talked you
I still have not heard your voice in years it feels
I'm letting you go
But I still think about you
Do you still think of me?
I wonder when I wont think of you anymore
Until you are nothing more than a memory
But right now I can still see your eyes
How bright they were
But how dead you were inside
You were something else
A race against time
But I no longer can fight the good fight
You have stand up on your own
We would have been great together you said
Would we?
I don't think so
You bring someone else out of me
And I don't know if I like her
You can hate me all you want
But I did what was best for us
We would have died together
A slow and painless death
Why will you only die for me?
That was the only way I could be with you
To live I have to be
Be worth it and live
Because life goes on
Born of fear, fueled by anger
This resentment I feel for you
Creates abscesses on my soul
Poison filled sacs of toxic hate which
Rise like bile in my gullet
To choke my spirit
Much like the dead alcoholic
Who's aspirated on
His own ***** and phlegm
A bloated purple carcass
Devoid of autonomy of spirit
Self-obsession robs me
Of conscious truth
Fear - that your indictments
Against me will be brought
Before the grand jury of
The universe and I will be found lacking
Resentment - at you for not becoming
A willing patron of
My brand of truth
Anger - at me for my own failings
Brought to light
Secrets I can no longer hide
While my defects are
Glaringly obvious to
One as enlightened as
You purport to be
Did not your path to
Spiritual perfection
Contain the blueprint to
Correct your vain sins of glory and
Indignant self-deception?
Is not your lofty status
Grand enough to look upon
My humiliated soul with
Something less than contempt?
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