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Brynn S 6d
Raining within the theaters
With wounds I was given new life
With words pervading no meaning
A mute sound would escape
The lips never to speak
Yet they moved constantly
Buried in the weeds
Returned to natures ocean
A maze of divinity
The miraculous promotion
I float at the feet of a ***
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
a star hung tearless and breathless,
free of proud boys and taxes and exes
i might pull you up there so you could see
our fire in the desert of texas

to the west, stone lovers wrestled on fire
the east hid the fist of the last great machine
burning beaches and cities fell out
of the planes that came unforeseen

weave your hair through my fingers
with sea shells and contrails and sage
i will coax each fever dream out of
this gathering squadron of braids

the star longs for a whisper, a breath
too far for the sky yet close to my ear
that the lovers, the shells, and the fire
will gather and come to you here
Sage Oct 29
An alcohol-driven confession
left on silent for years
until it started screaming
A deafening admission
A little liquor
And your finally talking
A medicine for muteness
Eleanor Rigby Oct 29
Spilling your coal black insides
In coal black ink,
Into a snow white sheet.

Your twisted coal black
Little cunning friends
All have the same breath.

Some are demons,
Some are whispers,
And one of them is death.

-- Eleanor
Josh Overson Oct 27
As you can tell by now maybe I just smacked, slapped, punched, slammed, and beat my face in.
So much it starts to repeat and repeat and I love to give in.
I beg what else can you feel after pain.
And in each tear of skin a whisper for more,
An agonizing roar.

I couldn’t leave you on the earth alone.
I’ll break these bones
Curse my love, **** this faith before I let you go...
A million times...
Sorry... see you when I get home...
Through black eyes.
Lhb Oct 25
you whisper something in my ear,
your body is so close to mine,
it turns me deaf.
i ask you to repeat,
this time i hear you
but every cell in my body
is filled with desire,
i crave you close so
i pretend that i didnt hear you,
Camryn Oct 21
You go through life
Trying to live everyday,
keeping your head held high,
and not care what people say.

But it’s hard to ignore,
When people look at you,
and whisper quietly,
talking to people you knew.

Their judgemental glances,
and the tone in your voices,
judging your looks
and judging your choices.

So stick to your friends,
and block out your foe,
Because you have great qualities,
More than you know.
OpenWorldView Oct 15
Nestled up against you
I speak without a sound.
Whispering a warm love story
across your cold ***** skin.
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