Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Oct 2014 Thenay Cora
Violet
seven was our lucky number
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you)
not so lucky anymore
At last when I fall asleep,
The last sound I hear
Is your breath
In my ear.
That sound is mine to keep.
Your secret, only known to me
That you are vulnerable in your dreams.
Bared for the world to see
Your heart sounds an irregular beat.
Terrified to fall
yet how I know that you would have it all.
And in your eyes I see the truth;
You know as well as I do.
And then as I close my eyes
And I hear your gentle sighs
I silently scream
"I love you"
But I do not dare to breathe.
 Oct 2014 Thenay Cora
authentic
Our love is
so sweet and secret
Kept locked up behind bedroom doors
and the doors of your beat up truck
Our love is
clever woven words
trying to out-do each other
Our love is
our faces getting too close,
eye contact that last too long
Silly things that didn't exist before we created them
Our love is
the moment between breaths
the spark of a lighter
the hidden smiles
the looking
the looking away
Our love is
borderline insanity
Our love is
like nothing other
because this love
is titled

"Just Friends"
the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.
when will they stop watching
gawking
laughing
poking
prodding
shoving

when will they start caring
speaking
changing
helping
encouraging

when will she stop crying

when he stops dying

when they stop lying

they will start trying
 Oct 2014 Thenay Cora
lulu
wordless
 Oct 2014 Thenay Cora
lulu
no words are coming out
for i've suppressed it for too long
and now,
they have lost their way
and they have no way out
i'm trying but nothing's coming out.
and somewhere
in-between
forgiveness and
forgetting,
you took a part of
me by surprise.

And I could have never
imagined that I would be
falling in love with you tonight.
Here's some fiction for this rainy day. Enjoy.
Next page