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 Mar 2013 Tori G
Mia
Someday
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Mia
This bed feels strange
Without you here.
And i would give up all this space
To have you near.
All this emptiness
Only makes me ache.
Cause its raining and am alone
I need your arms around me.
I wish you could come
To hold me close.
Nothing feels so good
Nothing ever could.
I need you more, in this cold.
Someday you will be here.
Hey mister
can you spare me
some?
It's been a while since I
have tasted anything other
than the soil from the
land of my father
Sadly
my father's gone and
so as his land
I think the gods took it...
He was ill, very ill and
couldn't plow the field
no
more
My mother's gone too
I can't even remember if she
was taken too or left or
died
But I remember
her face, her
sadness-riddled face
She wanted more than
more but...
Do you think I'll be like my
mother?
But I
am still young
Perhaps
for now, I'll wear a mask and
dance for the
gods...
For the younglings who have stepped into the world of prostitution, may you find your way back...


Mek
01.13.13
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Harry J Baxter
Introverted tendencies paint the scene
free to think only when locked away
cold to other people,
distant even when close
a lifetime spent close to the chest
hanging on to
an isolation flotation device
dragged to endless parties
to stand people watching
in the corner
family asks questions of depressions
and are met with "okays"
I would go out and play
but I have some things
in my own head
which I have to take care of first
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Harry J Baxter
I moved to this country
when I was thirteen or twelve years old
My Dad was semi-proud, semi-sorry
"I've been promoted...
the only thing is we have to move to America"
but all of my friends
but then again... it might not be raining all the time
but I'll miss the rain
don't lie
okay but where in America?
".... Richmond, Virginia."
where?
What state is Virginia in?
"It is a state, near D.C. - the head of the south"
oh great the south,
it was like moving from a farm village
filled with fat xenophobic racists
only to move to an even bigger farming village
filled with fat xenophobic racists
"Well you don't have much of a choice."

So we went on a pilgrimage
to the land of slavery, cowboys, and McDonald's
they didn't have a monarchy
but there were a lot of kings around
JFK airport wasn't much
compared to London
and the traffic down from DC
was absolutely ridiculous
This many people can not possibly
find use out of a truck
why so many traffic lights
and raised cars
We got lost
and drove through a DC ghetto
where I saw TV depictions of "The streets"
for the first time up close
quick close the windows
drive drive drive
We made it to Richmond
in the dead of night
and even then
the skyline across the James
was like low hanging stars
and in the mornings
the James looks like a scene
from a Jack London story
and now I've been here for almost seven years
and the place has grown on me
it's a good balance
of obnoxious redneck republicans
and obnoxious hipster democrats
and some of the prettiest landscapes I've seen
and yeah I'll take Richmond on a summer day
over any other city
Because RVA creates
is on every street light banner
and the feeling permeates through the city
like electricity in the air
making your hair stand up on end
as if to say
Welcome to Richmond
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Andrea
Tonight
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Andrea
Tonight I'll curl up next
to nothing.
And I'll lie alone and
think about what
the past few days have brought me.
I'll think of how there's no one
around, ever.
I'll wrap my arms around myself
and think about why I'm always
forced to sleep alone in this ugly room.
Then I'll remember who I actually am
and what I actually do
and then it'll all be clear to me.
So very clear.
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