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 May 2014 Vivian Sin
Gigi Tiji
a lady lights a cigarette
glowing red cherry
lips, puffing without
regret
a cigarette, burning
smoking, grey breathing
choking and
tap tap the
falling ashes

it is over with
a definitive flick —
a lady lights a cigarette
she can see her spirit
dancing in the smoke
And finally
After time seemed
suspended,
We looked into each other’s
Longing
Lusting
Eyes and leaned in,
Tentative
Tantalizing
Taking sharp breaths.

Every time skin
skimmed skin,
a sizzling segment
was breed from
blazing bodies.

Each exhale
Was inhaled
By the other
And turned into steam

With every kiss,
Blood vessels boiled, burst
Burning a trail
Made of ice and fire

Hands shook
Fingers trembled
Bodies meshed
Heads thrown
Eyes closed

Slowly.

Softly.

Panting
Pleasing
Pleasuring
Playing

We were just toys
And we liked it that way.
 May 2014 Vivian Sin
Jenna
Airport
 May 2014 Vivian Sin
Jenna
Telephones.
Earphones.
Earplugs.

To drown out
Baby cries.
Engines exhaling.
Anxiety.

"Don't be afraid"
"You've done this before"
"He knows what he's doing"


The tired.
The disagreeable.
The impossibly experienced.

Tickets.
Bags.
Smile-free faces.


I'm ready.
You're ready.
Let's go already.
 May 2014 Vivian Sin
Hailey P
I used to be sad
I used to cry everyday
I questioned taking my life
I questioned it often
But what changed me
Was realization

I realized I had a dog
A pet that would wait
For you to come home
A pet that wags his tail
When you come home

And I thought
What if I never came back home?
Would he still wait for me?
And  I realized that pets do not understand death
And they wait for their owners to come home
They will wait to see you again

They do not understand that you're gone
That you are never coming back
But they will continue to wait
With hopes that you will come home
Pets don't understand death
U
I've missed you more than usual lately
Everything reminds me of your
Smile
Laugh
Voice
Eyes
I want to bury my face into your chest and not worry about a thing. But now that place is gone so i continue snuggling my pillow. Its not cozy and comfy like you were, and it doesn't smell like you or that expensive perfume.
 May 2014 Vivian Sin
Skai
What is behind the stars in the dark night sky?
Please don't tell me nothing,
because nothing is something.

Oh, and what is deep beneath the ocean which we cannot see?
Are there mermaids or
maybe whole another universe?

Now tell me,
is happiness truly real or is it something spoken in fairytales?

I have an open mind.
I have a sense of magic that children have in themselves.

Just please tell me:
what happens when I die?
 May 2014 Vivian Sin
Hailey P
When you died
I took it hard
I told you I had something important to tell you
I told you on Friday
I was waiting for Monday to say it

When I found out
I spent the whole day crying
And the next day writing
I wrote five whole pages
Front to back

Everything that reminds me of you
Everything I have ever wanted to tell you
Everything I wish you knew
Everything I should have told you when I had the chance
Were written down

And placed in your casket
I wanted you to know: I loved you
Nate, April 29th 2011
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