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 Oct 2013 ve
Portland Grace
K.
 Oct 2013 ve
Portland Grace
K.
I don't remember exactly what your lips tasted like anymore,
or how your hands felt on my skin
or how you sounded when you told me how much you loved me
I'm starting to forget your smell,
your scars
your words
you are starting to fade,
and I don't know if I'm happy about this
or scared
because part of me wants to hold on to whatever I can of you,
because forgetting you
is like losing you all over again,
but maybe I don't want to remember
 Oct 2013 ve
John
Warm Embrace
 Oct 2013 ve
John
Your warmth..Your light..
Can sudden turn to night..
But come again warmth..
And fill my heart..
Just as sudden as you depart..
 Oct 2013 ve
em
Someday
 Oct 2013 ve
em
Someday is not today
But someday I will fall in love
When your hand is in mine

Someday I'll wake up next to you
I'll pull you close
And breathe you in

Someday I'll make love to you
And as our bodies entwine
You'll show me the magic in love

Someday I'll wear a white dress
And as I walk towards you
I'll smile your favorite smile

Someday I'll look into your eyes
In the faces of our children
And I'll adore them because they'll be half you

Someday is not today
But today
I look forward to someday
 Oct 2013 ve
M G Chavez
The sun is up
My eyes are closed
Will this be the end of us?
Dawn till Dusk
I will not see a single soul

As I dream of what could have been
My heart swells of the aching pain
Wandering minds bring me to you
As I rethink my decisions

Dawn till Dusk
Is the time to think
Clear your mind and just rethink

The link is broken
Now you're free
Just fly away
My lost Parakeet
 Oct 2013 ve
Joanna Curtis
The woman on the clifftop
dreamed that she could fly
she longed to be an angel
to soar up in the sky
she planned her journeys carefully
all the places she would go
as soon as she had her feathery wings
as soft and white as snow
the villagers all laughed at her
and told her she was mad
that perhaps she should jump off the bridge
(to be rid of her they'd be glad)
but the woman did not care
and her dream stuck in her mind
as she thought of all the places
and the secrets she would find
she took a step towards the edge
and flung herself at the sky
and whispered as she slowly fell
"God please help me fly"
the woman on the clifftop
disappeared that day
and as her body was never found
the people often say
"she was a mad old woman
who dreamed that she could fly
she longed to be an angel
to soar up in the sky
no one knows what happened to her
and when the church bell rings
we look up at the sky and hope
that God gave her her wings"
 Oct 2013 ve
Natalka
Cigarrettes
 Oct 2013 ve
Natalka
You strike your lighter
the air warms
you draw the flame near
the heat lights
and you take a long drag

Inhaling in my pleasures
you occupy yourself
studying all I have
then bring your lips back to me
inhaling me once more

With every breath
you brighten the spark
it burns for a moment
but not long enough for the night

When I am just a bud
all the pleasure gone
you hold me for a moment
then discard me to the ground

I wait for the next night
when your addiction rages
and your hands ache to touch me
and your mouth aches for my taste

You are as addicted to me,
as I am to you.
This poem I wrote last year, it's actually about love, and had nothing to do with cigarrettes. My boyfriend at the time use to smoke, so I guess it just made me think about about addiction, and I don't know...
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