gleck Mar 2016
I feel my outsides crack.
Please I beg, I take it back.
A set of white teeth glisten.
Bad words, mad words, I still listen.

With your fingers you paint me purple and blue.
Each spot a slightly different hue.
Then in front of other's I wear a mask.
"I'm clumsy" - I tell those who ask.

You are all bark- yet you bite.
I shiver in fright.

You tell me I'm small.
What am I to you, a nut?
Mr. Nutcracker.
Not based on  any of my experiences
Allie Dotson Sep 2017
The water haunts my house. Appearing so very often.
The nights on which it comes
tears apart all in its path.
No one can stop it.
It burns as it gets a hold of your throat and kills your insides with each sip
a sip so deadly you don't realize there until it hits you so hard you cant stand
correctly, so hard it slurs your words and will make you feel what anger is trapped deep inside you
So deadly it makes you feel as if your dependent on it.
It is planted in your mind,
making you think of it every second of the day, craving the sweet relief of unquenched thirst.
Water kills you and the ones who love you.
Water needs to stay in the cabinet tucked away
where no harm is done.
So my dad will no longer hurt himself or me and mommy.
He is not deadly just the water that kills and injurs.
The water haunts my house.
Am I wrong to want it different
Is it selfish
To divulge in things that I know will lead to heartache
To give myself the relief of a friend for a while, even though I know it will hurt them
I know I cannot excuse this behavior
But Is it not for my health
For my well being
No
It only causes pain, again and again
It is not necessary
It is selfish
I want to work on more scene based things for a while, descriptive writing, atmospheres, I'm really passionate about that type, and it links closely with my art, I like making people feel things, and just thinking about the opportunities exites me
Jordan Rowan Jan 2016
Do you recall the time the road blocked us from the stream?
We lost our day to flashing lights and machinery screams
The drive home was filled with quiet melodies
Stuck in my head like screaming memories

Do you remember a cold December when I came back home?
I called you once, you called me twice and yet we were alone
I saw you flying past me on the road we always drove
Your eyes were closed singing loudly to the Broken Bones

We slammed into the door and tried to catch our breath
But the time had passed and we were both upset
We missed our chance to see what really could've been
Like a wanderer who passes by who could be a friend

Our timing's off, we never seem to make there on time
Like when you said "hello" and tried to steal my mind
It just wasn't right, I don't know why, it should be the one
But now, once again, we are both alone
Jordan Rowan Apr 2016
It's hard to breathe
When nothing's well
When time is gone, who will tell,
That all is well
In the end?
Know that I'll be back again

It's hard to stay
Awake some days
All will pass, like wind through grass
Like love and life
Like day and night
Know that I'll be by your side

It's hard to know
What will be
Close your eyes but don't turn away
It's hard, I know
When strength starts to go
Know that I'll be strong for you
Oh my beloved,
I am heartily sorry for not being the man you needed
and I detest myself,
because I fear the loss of love and the pains of regretness,
but most of all, because I love you,
and I want so badly to be the right man for you.

It’s so erotic the way she crawls into me
and how my temperature rises right up under my skin.
She’s so forbidden, yet I can’t control my feelings.
Why does something so wrong bring on strong feelings?
It’s taking over my whole body.
What sort of thing has been awaken in me?

The floor’s shaking in the speed of an earthquake.
My mind is sinning, I don’t think I can refrain myself from it.
I got a craving building up in me
like a burning flame creeping through every vein in me.
I’m drunk by her scent, her very presence is intoxicating.
At this point, neither you nor anyone can stop this feeling.

The sound of loud music is not as loud as my heart beat.
My conscience is telling me to be discreet, but my heart is telling me to not retreat.
There’s something exciting yet dangerous about wanting her.
This is either good going bad or bad getting badder.

I know I shouldn’t behave this way,
I know carnal desires won’t make sinful thoughts go away.
I know a troubled conscience won’t let me be.
I don’t deserve you, but please, my love, forgive me!
Written on June 29, 2013
Composition number: 450
corporal May 30
Heaven knows I'm miserable
and you're insanely incredible.
But how sure are you
that I'm no bad news?

Danger  hangs around his neck.
Another trouble night ahead.
As if the government would pay
for all the crazy nights we'd faced.
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