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 Jan 2014 typhany
Megan Grace
I have been searching for
pieces of you in other
people's hands and
coming up empty
(emptier than I
was before.)
When will
this end?
 Jan 2014 typhany
Megan Grace
double
 Jan 2014 typhany
Megan Grace
who I want to be is
trapped beneath my
skin, stretching
stretching,
tearing at my
seams.
she cries, "let him go
and the wound will
set me free. oh, god,
please."
 Jan 2014 typhany
Sari Sups
There is no real date
To know when I had loved you
And there is no fear and limit
For the things you'd say, I’d do.

I'd swim against currents
And drown in tides fathoms deep.
I’d climb the highest mountain
And jump when you say, “Leap.”

I’d break the largest mirror
And walk on its shattered glass.
I’d run around the earth a thousand times,
Just to make us last.

I’d fly a plane through a storm,
Never stop until it’s through.
Yes I would do this all,
So you would love me too.
SO I TRIED SOMETHING NEW.
and I think I'm failing at it </3
Sorry :((
 Jan 2014 typhany
R
Untitled
 Jan 2014 typhany
R
the smile you give me
leaves me hanging
on the whim that is us
and i cannot let go
because you and i
are a beautiful
thing.
 Jan 2014 typhany
Megan Grace
seven
 Jan 2014 typhany
Megan Grace
the inside of your mind must
be a beautiful place but you
never let me in, never let
me see, never let me
learn, never never
never
It's early in the evening but I'm so tired it feels like the late hours of the night. I have a cup of tea in one hand and a cigarette in the other and I can't even look at the stars because they remind me of your eyes.
I stared at my phone screen,
Waiting for you to reply.
With the soft winter breeze blowing through my heat filled room,
I could almost mistake this day for summer.
With you in your ray bans,
And me in my aviators.
I want to sit in a meadow of daisies
by the river,
watching you pick the petals from the stem.
And hear you laugh like sunshine rays tumbling down my skin.
It isn't only until just now,
That I realized that this is not
Summer,
and we are not laughing anymore,
And nothing is easy.
It is hard and I miss you..
 Jan 2014 typhany
Frisk
hydrophobia
 Jan 2014 typhany
Frisk
i am a whirlwind of rain on a hydrophobic world, an angel
of death scraping by like a vulture, picking at skin and bone
and leaving scratches on doors and blood puddles on floors
my blindness is as translucent as a jellyfish's sight, my mind
is shattered, and my memory is coming back slowly, piece by
brittle piece, and the emergency exits are sealed against me
so i travel in concentric circles trying to find a way out of this
labyrinth, only to catch the waters attention and grasp me by
the throat and gag me unconscious, only to see black afterward
i'm living each day through my mistakes, and making up for
it with cold revenge with haphazard patterns, abstract words,
and navigation through uncharted waters where i've drowned
not only everybody else, but myself, in this complete denial

- kra
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