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oni Mar 2015
i will
wake up
when those
with blood
under their
fingernails
stop telling
me
to wash
my hands
Gasoline Feb 2015
Like teeth in a parade,
string ice cubes across my collar bone,
so I can wait until they melt,
and sing in my sleep to you,
"Words like these,
cannot be washed away so easily,
because I've tried to wash them out,
of my hair several times,
like how I've tried to,
burn my skin,
to rid it of your fingertips,
and how I have tried to,
swallow the color of your eyes."
ruby stains Jan 2015
she was like a thread-bare
cotton sweater; she needed to be turned  inside//out when w:ash*ed.
kui ta oli number viis : if she was number five in estonian form
M Eastman Dec 2014
So light
I brushed the drops away
With a wave.    
But long enough
To soak the earth
And fallen timber.                
I balanced on precariously
Traversing effervescent deluge
Losing purchase
And contemplating a sanguine palm.
Empathy swells the waves
That wash from each other.
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
I'd be consoled
for rain to fall on my face
because right now
I feel nothing
about anything

Soaking wet
in a rainstorm
might wash me clean
and maybe tomorrow
I’ll feel again
André Morrison Oct 2014
I'm slowing losing everything
What seems to be my loss, is your gain
As I push through the hunger pain
I can feel it effects
Feel the decaying in my brain
Not sure how long I can last
Before I go insane
Nothing could prepare me for this
Not matter how much I train

I simply can not wash myself of you
I don't know how you do...this
Forever trapped in an abyss
Forever dreaming of bliss
Times of joy I truly miss
You're killing me slowly
Feels like eternity
Please just end thee
You're the leech of my life
Cause no love, just Strife
Poetic T Aug 2014
I walk in to the fridge of winter
Where it is always cold
Moist air expelled
Vapour,
Mist,
Icicles,
They form frozen in air
Till they realise gravity,
Then they fall to the floor
~~~~~~I I~~~~~~
I I
I I
V
Like bullet holes in snow,
The wind ages my bones
As it cuts through me,
My soul,
Is in suspended animation,
Numbed to the core
Not able to escape this bitter cold
Frozen,
Coated,
White,
Death is all around,
Anything with moisture frozen in time
Branches split like a broken bone
Never to heal in this hell of white,
I am in this nightmare
Reflecting light
Glaring,
Polished,
Blinding,
My sight, like a white washed picture
Everything is coated
I am lost in an ocean that never moves
For if I fall, the white will erase me
**Like a blanket of death.
Twinkle Jul 2014
Wash my soul Oh beautiful spring!
Wash it away of its stains
How I long and wish to be made clean
and how I wish to be sane

For Thou art purity and
For in you is tranquillity
For in you is my peace of mind.

Wash my soul Oh beautiful spring
Wash it away of its stains
Lord I know not what to say
and the only way I know,
is YOUR Way of Life.

I look to you with eyes thirsting
That you should know me this deep!
More than human, more than evil
Two sides of the same coin, I can be.

How far I walked away from the one who did care.
and wandered beyond darkened shores.
Where only grief and despair would claw against my soul.
A dead end, a drop and not a hope for sure.

I immerse my brokenness in your sway
and confess my grief so deep.
Oh cover me with your tender love
and help me to sleep.

Oh how, deeply I mourn this separation
What did I do! that I should not have done?
And you ne’r a word did say
Only looking at me with soulful eyes
To say “I do care”.

But once in your embrace Oh Life
Not a care shall worry me.
For my past behind you make me leave
and give me the treat of a Life.
I float in your magical embrace
and lifted high I rejoice

I had once blocked your love through sin
And you swept away my shame.
Now flow through me Oh Living Waters
and wash me in your wave
For I shall be made all clean
and you shall wash away my stains.

You give me a chance to renew and replenish
and with your love you set me anew.
Oh radiate in me Live Living Waters
For your love, to shine through me

A life so clean and washed and blessed
I shall find in your deepest crest.
When made clean by the spring of life
I shall come to rest at shores divine.
I wandered far away from the ONE who really loves me, My Lord and Savior JESUS. Want to be washed with his forgiveness and Love.
Dania Jun 2014
Falling down with the weight of the earth,
Droplets distinguish themselves among the sounds of the streets.
Ever so lightly, each drizzle sizzles,
Forewarning its surfaces of its oncoming storm.
At the height of its power, it cries out in thunder,
Bawling its skies out for us
To drink
The liquid bullets of the rain’s nourishing force
Or for us to open our empty arms for
The magical heartbeats of the rain’s calming disposition.
It’s a frightening, beautiful thing, isn’t it, this shower?
Everyone cowers at its boisterous rumbles,
Yet marvels at its intoxicating flashes.
Having the potency to ***** you and soothe you and remove you from reality all at once,
Each watery tear intensifies your innermost fears,
Cleansing your past anxieties and drenching your own uneasiness.
So let it rain.
Let the calm before the storm summon serendipity in the form of serenity after the calamity,
For at the end of this tireless twister,
A slight sprinkle will assemble in sweet, sweet crystal clarity.
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