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Joy
The Danube was moody that night
- stormy and loud and rowdy
like a happy old drunk

we walked side by side
and counted the stars
exploding in the sky

we were young
and we were new
and the air felt like fireworks

I wore a frilly skirt
and a silly smile

you wore your dinner jacket
with your grown-up tie

and we danced to the music
across the ripple river

while Belgrade woke up
all around us
with whispers and sighs
Sun stripped bare and left to flicker,
Till it blows out like a transfusion box,
You blew out my transfusion box,
I feel nothing.

Gather the coal,
To build your fire,
That protects you from the cold,
And bleed the universe dry
As you bleed me dry.

As you robbed me of life,
Rob the stars of their glory.
Pick every last one of them from the sky ,
Place them gently in the bowl,
Feed them to the wild dogs,
As you also did with my heart.

Sew my broken fragments,
Into the sole of your shoe,
Weave every eon of love,
I've ever harbored for you
And walk on it,
Crushing every whispered dream,
Like it meant nothing.

Breathe me in,
With your vacuum like gasps,
And **** the last breath out of me,
Till you rob me of life..

Let my essences be lost,
In you wintry kisses...
like cosmic dust
floating through the heavens
like dandelions in the wind.

Do not end there...
Do not let me off so easily,
Watch my pieces,
Rejuvenate and deteriorate,
Under your spell
Over and over again.
My love is immortal.

You ******* me..
Nerves explode like nebula,
For thinking of touching you..
Solar flares singe my fingers.
Supernovas gather at your mercy,
You are powerful.

I still want you.
And it is stupid of me..
Though our love,
Exists only in my thoughts
I paint its likeness,
On this tainted canvas.
This is what happens when you break me.
Broken beyond repair. This is Poeterapy
Kiss is a coffee
In a cold winter
And a blazer
When chill is on.
It is tepid water,
Sliding the body,
Controlling all senses.
I want to runaway,
Far into the oceans.
Into the abyss of waters,
The unexplored depts of
Undiscovered species of fish
And devouring monsters.

I want to runaway,
Maybe to Africa in the forests.
Where wolves, dogs and dragons roam.
Make a tent out of straw and mud,
And all it my home.
Spend the rest of my life alone.

I want to runaway.
Maybe to the snow clad- region of
The Himalayan mountains,
Or to the frozen poles of the earth.
Stand to the highest peaks,
Without any clothes
So my limbs can freeze ,
Till they look like plastic manikins.

I want to run away,
Take up permanent residence on mars,
Or the moon,
Or maybe on the sun.
Far away from earth as possible,
Because If I stay here,
You'll just be a village away,
A city away...
A country away...
Maybe a continent and it wont be enough,
I'll still spend each night thinking of you.

I want to runaway.
Maybe to another galaxy,
Maybe here exists parallel universe
Where I can escape.
One where there are actually super heros
That wear spandex and capes.
One where happily ever after's are real,
And you know exactly how I feel.

I want to runaway.
Escape this reality to wear stars align.
I would bend and twist,
Or manipulating time.
Abuse any available strength I can find,
Just to get you out of my mind.
Not even sure if this is poem... I really feel this way.
You know I still love you, right?
   ..... right?
I have an obsession with depression
When the sun makes summer days everlasting
and I'm left grasping at melancholy ideas
my mind slips back into it's natural state
self-hate will forever govern my fate
and I'm tired of living like it's all okay
and that I'm supposed to live a certain way
I'm over the monotony and hopeless love
that can't be found because constantly flirting and
never getting anywhere is doing nothing but hurting my
already shattered heart while the dreams that I once had
that people convinced me were bad have all been beaten down to more realistic goals based off of what I've always been told.
When I stop doing what is expected of me
that's when I can finally see
my true self gasping for air in the pit of my stomach where
I pushed it so long ago;

clawing to get out.
Spoken Word.

First try. Rated: Meh.
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