Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Marly Apr 2014
~
i learned how to live off of nothing but your words and two bottles of water a day.
who needs food when i have the only fuel that i'll ever need?
although somehow i'm still crumbling and
i sleep as much as an owl does during the night and
i haven't breathed properly since the day you took my breath away.
late night promises echo in my head.
i hope with every ounce of my being that you keep them.
i hope that you keep me.
who am i kidding, though
Marly Apr 2014
When I was little, I refused to get out of the bathtub until the water cooled down completely and my skin resembled my grandmother's.
Now that I'm older, I take showers that seem to last forever.
I feel like the water is washing away all of the bad, all of what's wrong with me.
I'll go outside in the summer just to stand completely still in the torrents of rain, waiting for something to happen.
After all, I learned in school that water is the strongest force on Earth.
That water can conquer anything.
Water shaped the mountains.
Water shaped my bones.
Water will change my fate.
Marly Apr 2014
she wore earrings that weighed down her ears and her soul
  Apr 2014 Marly
witchy woman
So much passion rests in his palms
solo's & chord's an ease
through every last song.
Sometimes I wish to
explain to him the "he"
behind every line of poetry.
Every line, typed out on
script, to give his lusterless
love-life a trip.
Imagine what we could be
if the world had been gracious
enough to unite you & me.
Through timeless days,
space above my head I pray
that soon, we will see that day.

*It breaks  my heart, all I see is we will never be. I bleed. I cry. I don't know why but something that rests so deep in your heavy eyes has just-

made me feel, again.
His soul. I feel it in the back of my throat. Embodying me as I think of him, Oh my god.
Marly Apr 2014
i sleep my days away and dedicate my nights to you.
i can't tell whether i hate this feeling or not
Marly Apr 2014
Oh dear God,
How you make me shake.
I haven't been this nervous since I taught myself how to ride a two-wheeler in the sixth grade.
That day brought many scraped ankles and a bruised ego.
This one swells the ***** that pumps blood and other things methodically beneath my left breast.
I think that's where my heart is supposed to be.

Oh dear God,
How your voice makes me simmer.
I'm a tasteless soup, watered down and with all the good parts hidden deep inside.
You can't see them; you can only feel them.
You can only taste them.
You are what gives me spice, what gives me heat.
What gives me life.

Oh dear God,
How you make me adore you.
You are the smell of rain.
You are the sheets tangled around my torso in the morning.
You are the blush behind my cheeks.
You are the aches in my chest whenever your name is said out loud.

Oh.
Dear.
God.
you make me believe in god.
  Apr 2014 Marly
vail joven
a trail of
kisses starting
north on
your eyelids
down your
sullen face

with empty
breaths that
trace my
collarbones
you beg me
to travel
south with
rushed hands
and quick lips

yet i don't
want to rush,
my love

let me
trace my
hands down
the source
of your quivers

let me ****
in the warm
chopped air
you release

allow me
every pleasure
to cherish
the sweetness
of your
pink lips

unleash your
asteroid words
your infinite
galaxies of
nail scratches

in this moment
let me feel
the planets
within you
implode

let me be
the reason,
the epicentre of
your uncontrollable
tremors

release your
stars on me

make a
constellation
in your mind
of the times
i shook
your universe
Next page