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It's a curse word
the way your eyes glint in the moonlight
It's a sin the way my mouth moves
begging to mimic the movements your lips make
Looking like lush petals
as tender as biting into a perfectly ripe peach
I am an animal in your presence
disguised as a young lady in a red sundress
trying to maintain my composure
but my cheeks are flush and you wink at me knowingly
I bite down on my bottom lip until I draw blood
pretending it belongs to you
he realized that this empty house was not a home but a labrynth of rooms, where memories hung like grease stains on peeling walls.
there was a time when he had convinced himself that he had been robbed but as he brought his fingers to touch the tables that were now collecting dust, he saw that he had been a fool, for he hadn't  any possessions to begin with.
he was weak to his impulsivity and he found himself laying face down on faded sheets that reeked of
whiskey tainted distress and careless words that he tried to swallow but inevitably slipped and fell off his swollen lips.
the same sheets she tangled herself in as she looked at him dazed with ****** eyes that had abandoned church doors.
the same eyes that he often woke up to and caught staring into the darkness trying to make shadows of the black nothingness
or staring out the uncurtained window, transfixed on vacant roads
the same road that he had scooped her body from, thinking that it would stop her rapid shivers failing to see that it was not the road that was so frigid, it was her heart.
so with bruised knuckles and salted cheeks
he walked away from an empty house
and walked along the vacant roads
with hands that were full of nothing whole.
-m.a.e
 Nov 2013 Once Upon A Wind
Olivia
Like a cold drink in a hot day of summer,
the look he gave me with his blue eyes made my body freeze.
It lasted some seconds but the seconds became hours to my eyes
trying to get off the blue deep ocean I fell.
A maniac is inside our gates
putting more words to eat on our plates
vandal of what we hold so dear
who the hell let him in here

i would put my house up for sale
but i refuse to let reality prevail
i surround myself with words of peace
with the neighbor, who's house is on lease

a new resident is on our block
it's time to change and re-key the lock
we need to keep the others out
they're not about what we're about
Someone will be there, suddenly so near - your heart
listen to the wind, music sweet to spin, days together, apart and alone
still you have to go, leaving will be slow
agony awaits, your days will break
days will break - you
alone
 Nov 2013 Once Upon A Wind
Emilia
Disappointed.
The only word ripping through my thoughts
Never Enough
Always reaching for someone else
Trying to change me
Trying to change my everything
and I comply.
but it is still not enough
Expectations grow as i change
Making happiness impossible...well their happiness
They are breaking me...emotionally, mentally
I whither away.
Hardly any of me shows through anymore
Careful no to let them see my weakness
For surely this is a fault as well...
Just another to add to the list of imperfections
I put on the mask
The smiling one that I know too well.
Of the pretty and happy girl in her perfect smiling world
Behind it I weep and sob
I am broken.
All truth i knew about myself is being crushed
Suspicion and mistrust enter their minds when I speak.
And I sit pouring over my thoughts
Attempting to make amends which just provide more ammunition for them.
But in the back of my soiled mind I know they are right not to trust.
I am poison
A toxic mind and deceitful soul
the good that was there, at one time, is gone.
Or perhaps out of view? or Reach?
It must be there
I pray that it is.
If not, I may as well be gone...
yes. Perhaps that will be better
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