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 Sep 26 August
Emma Kate
Suppose I am just blue.
pale, hardly replicable.
Neither black; nor white but
lacking saturation
nevertheless.
Late night thoughts.
 Sep 26 August
Emma Kate
Did you know? Did I know?
Did I bury you before death?
Am I culpable of a sinful sentence?
Snippets from a piece about illness and death.
 Sep 26 August
Emma Kate
Please weave your
nerves along
My bones,
my marrow is
your supper.
Please wrap your
never ending
absoluteness around
My eternity,
my endlessness is
your reward.
Some human connections feel so intense that it becomes hard to deny the existence or magic.
 Sep 20 August
Valentine
when i get to heaven
           i'm living with the pigs

my home in the sty
           while my soul is in the sky

i'd rather squeal in the pen
            than sit with the bigwigs

and though my neighbors snort and cry
            i'm fine to writhe and eventually fry
 Sep 20 August
LL
Cent | Haiku
 Sep 20 August
LL
we buy things with cash
to win people's hearts, kindness
is the ¢urrency
 Sep 19 August
Bekah
Blue
 Sep 19 August
Bekah
I wonder when my blue skies
Slowly faded to grey
I’m beginning to think
It’s always been that way

Because for as long as I can remember
There’s been a storm inside my mind
Casting cloudy weather
With no light to shine

I wish for nothing more  
Than to feel warmth upon my face
To look up at the sun
And soak up all her rays

But I suppose for now
Dancing in the rain will have to do
Until my skies of grey  
Turn back into blue
 Sep 19 August
Bekah
I am the fire they set,
The one they can’t contain
The whisper on the wind
That calls out your name

I will not break
Or bend, or crack
Paranoia will seep in
Waiting for my attack

I will not go gently
Into the night
I will lurk the dark corners
Deep in your mind

I am the water
That washes away
The sins that you buried
To hide all your shame
 Sep 19 August
Bekah
The memory of your hands
Are burned into my skin
And oh, how I long to feel
The touch of them again

Your mouth is soft like silk
And the taste is that of sin
This little game that we play
Is one you’ll always win

You’ve burrowed into my mind
Like a parasite of the brain
The only coherent thought I have
Is how you say my name

I’ve been ruined beyond measure
And it’s you that I do blame
Loving you is a wicked desire
That I do not wish to tame
 Sep 19 August
Peter Garrett
How I deeply wish that
You could see yourself
The way I do
For it's quite a view
To my wife... how can a person so beautiful have such a terrible self esteem?
 Sep 19 August
Peter Garrett
I should've been a better friend
I should've been there for you
I should've known better...
But as much as it pains me
To admit such terrible truth
You know I've always been
The narcissistic type
And had to make it
All about me
One of the hardests confessions I've ever made...
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