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 Jan 2014 typhany
Monique Olivier
She eagerly brushes her fingers through her hair,
Pupils are dilating,
Biting of the lip but swiftly stops.  
She was told not to.
Why, she thought, why couldn't she just listen.
Or maybe she did that too much.
He isn't there to stop her and she hates him for that.
Part 3
 Jan 2014 typhany
Cheyenne Najee
a feeling unknown that I can't chase without fear
because you are near
creating thoughts I've never had
don't do this to me
every time I think of you, I want to touch your skin
for every poem I've written about him, I've written three about you
getting them out is the hardest part
hello, I love you, and I know your full name
I wear what you gave me to remind me of you
just because you don't think I would doesn't mean I wouldn't
kindly take me
love me
mind my heart
never let me hurt you
or give you the impression I don't want you
perhaps it never will be
quit I won't unless you
relish that you don't feel the same
someday I hope to hold you
taste you on my tongue
until then I will write poetry about you
varying in length and meaning
will you know what I'm thinking?
x rated thoughts I never thought I'd have happen in my dreams
you mean so much to me the way
zero other people do
idk
 Jan 2014 typhany
Lucy Waits
You're beautiful.
Adrift on your own thoughts
you're phenomenal.

You dance as if you can fly,
using the wings on your soul
barely stopping to breathe.

You dream more than you sleep,
knowing what you can and will do;
Never stopped by life's shackles.

You're my confidant-
My strength when I struggle to live.
Your mind is remarkable.

But please,
you need to eat.
 Jan 2014 typhany
Amelia
rotting
 Jan 2014 typhany
Amelia
i never thought i'd pray
but you got me on my knees.
staring at the sky in
the middle of the night,
freezing cold and wondering
if scars fade in heaven.
each shot-glass
that held the promise of warmth
tasted like embalming fluid.
i asked myself if the
soul spread all the way
to my fingertips,
and was faced with the bitter
realization that nothing
is irreversible
and even death has become
as ephemeral as a bruise.
tw scars, cw alcohol
 Dec 2013 typhany
Amelia
all the lightbulbs in the world won't keep me warm

the intricacy of lines on your palm won't save you from a ****** future

god is hiding in the bruises on their knees

eat me out and leave a husk

they drowned me in an ocean of ***** and blood
 Dec 2013 typhany
Amelia
Generic.
 Dec 2013 typhany
Amelia
I will never have an adventure like the beautiful people in the movies.
I will never be able to afford cigarettes with a foreign name or silver box.
I will never have the roots of my hair dyed on time.
I will never have a lighter that is completely full.
I will never read as many books as I've convinced myself I have to.
I will never have a house with marble floors and granite countertops.
I will never have a razor that doesn't knick my ankles.
I will never be queen of anything
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