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SC Kelley Oct 2018
The Kiss

Poison
Long lasting
Stinging
Loveliness.

A moment
Lasting
Forever
Yet
So quick.

Hearts
Beating
Throbbing
Fluttering.

Lips
Tangled
Locked­
Harmonizing.

Minds
Fuzzy
Confused
Yet
definite.

Bodies
Warm
Cl­ose
Touching.

Memories
Existant
Looming
Forgotten.

The Kiss

~S.C. Kelley
For those stuck in a moment of unsure bliss
How can the thing that brings me joy also bring me pain?
You’re like a new toy but every time I touch it my skin gets stained
I wish I could cut my heart out to numb the hurt
But I know you’d shove my wound full of dirt
You still pull my strings and I listen to what you say
I’d do anything for you just to make you stay
Why do I still love you this intensely?
Why do I still hang on to something that was never meant to be?
SC Kelley Jan 2
Skin like flowing flames
Eyes like infernos
Lips that make you spill every drop of your desires
Soft sharp fingers brushing sins into your soul
A voice like boiling honey
Promises of wild fantasies
Contracts in blood
All tricks of the Devil himself

~S.C. Kelley
For the curious sinners
Jordan Rowan Dec 2015
Suppose the night sings songs of sleep
But the words can't ring or reach us.
Does it matter if we hear them wail
When all we do is sink not sail
Mi encantadora, I'm on your trail

There's a purpose here lost in the wind
But before the rain starts and the storm begins
I've got to say to you something I don't know
If I can't hold it in before the winter snow
Mi encantadora, you're the place I go

Think of lights high in the apartment suites
Who might live there and what they eat
Do you think they ever think of us?
Two lovers lost among the frozen dusk
Mi encantadora, slay me if you must

Has your life ever passed you by
And you think back with teary eyes
Of all the people that have come and gone
And how many of them never said so long
Mi encantadora, is it right or wrong?

I can't answer everything you ask
I will do my best, I can't give more than that
If you bleed than you can bleed on me
And I won't sigh when you need me
Mi encantadora, it's your life that feeds me

As if all the things that I've ever done
Meant nothing until we begun
And everything from here on in
Will mark my grave and do me in
Mi encantadora, I hope we die as friends
naught Oct 2018
I
wanna
be
alone,
Alone
with
you.

Isn't
it
lovely
all
alone

-b.e
Daisy Marrow Aug 2018
Summer breeze,
the sun beats down on me.
It leaves me a mark,
paints me like my ancestors.
A radiant glow.
An exotic flower from the tropical
gardens of Colombia.
Just like an exotic flower from the tropical
gardens of Colombia.
2018
Benjamin Nov 2018
Your smirk is like the sunrise.
Your frown is like the sunset.
Your smile, the mid day sun shining amazingly.
Your face is the beauty behind everything lovely.
Angela Liyanto Oct 2018
As I was standing under the dropping rain,
I talked to a girl
fair-dinkum
& light as corked nades
She spoke softly
And I
hummed and awkward
listened
To her love for poetry
where her eyes smiled with her speech…
Nowhere else could I find more of a love sweet thing.
We talked for two minutes under the drizzle
While we waited for the rustic buses to come
to pick up our tidy loads
I thanked her
She smiled like how Kindness would have smiled
I beat curses
& thought I near found a lover to be loved
But she said good-bye
And in my sunken mood
the pale cloud drops sank into my shoes.
Would love your feedback <3
Matthew Jan 13
I wanted to be Normal
But I was atypical by nature
Genetic predispositions that I couldn't control
Or could I?
Everyone else argued that it was that I was broken
That I could be fixed
Converted
I wanted to be normal because they said that I could
They said that I wanted to be normal
It didn't matter that I was comfortable in my skin
It was that they never could accept me
But it didn't work
If I was broken?
Then why does it now feel like I'm falling apart?
I'm just another normal boy
c Apr 8
I would like
To be called lovely
But the span of my hips
Labels me nice
Instead
mc ish Oct 2018
i have never met one who makes my soul so willing to be wrung
she conquers all idea i had of "Peace"
demanding to be felt
requesting to be seen
i wish nothing but to lay between her legs and dreams of days yet to come
she is a ******* pipe dream
she does not know the consequences of her loving
and she does not care
that is why i adore her soul
look at me
look away
believe my lies and hope to God she never sees
she could destroy my very psyche
how ironic
she is a ******* thunderstorm
she creates the pit in my soul that will only be filled by dancing
through her rain
i will not run at the sounds of danger
i will not hide from my destiny
unless it is inside her clouds
her mouth
i will drown myself in her fears and bury myself beneath her seeking rain
i cannot stand this
i cannot stand her
i will kneel.
When the moon shines bright I think of blues and different sides of you, I was thinking of you. When you were beautiful and smiling and not so cold. How I missed what we were what we should be. Wasn’t us together the key.

You’re blue, small, bold and looking old. losing your hair and losing your shares, when will you regain your enchanting glare...

I looked at you hanging over there with that guy smoking your light, when will you actually fight to stay right and bright? You remember when we were even a little younger and more like lovers.

You’re gone, so far the distance is long, I wish you would even run to your grandma. Run away they are wrong. Your addiction is the end of you, I’ve lost you.

I gained something new you’re alone and I’m at home with friends and great fun shown, I’m not alone. I’m me and your you. should you join to find your peace and stop the lease on me. Feel free to rejoin me.

Just stop the act you’re not a kid. You’ve grown up right with love, friends and you give it up for 10 years of peace at max, it’s not going to last.

You’re starting to be loose lipped and obviously not glad. Get help. Find yourself and love more than the so called “self help” you are hanging yourself with you own belt.
Don’t do serious drugs or anything like it if you can help it! It’s obviously bad for you and you look gross afterwards. **** helps with ptsd, even that makes you look less appealing and costs a lot.
Lyrical Dream Dec 2018
He possessed
the eyes of Heaven
and the heart of Hell.

He was a beautiful Saint
with a blackened tongue—
A blood-stained knife
piercing hearts like
a merciless dagger—

A lovely face
with a dark soul
reaching the icy depths
of the raging
sea,
dragging lovestruck
victims to his empty core
to watch them drown in the endless sea of shadows.

He was beautifully fatal
RBWhite Jul 2018
You are my shining star,
The one I reach for in sleepless nights,
You are my lovely light,
A tender warm in times of war,
Is this thought that keeps my heart beating,
In one hundred years I learned to love you,
And it will take an eternity to let you go,
You look at me with eyes closed and a pure soul,
And now its time to go,
Go back to my tree of white branches and plump fruits,
Wait for me once again,
For I'll be spreading my wings in abandon,
Searching for freedom forever.
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
When you stepped in my door,
I realised I was Paradise
in my heart and soul.
You were so surefooted
because you came up from the high.
So long I longed for it.
O Fathima, only to kiss your feet!

The time was so sweet,
beyond anyone’s dream
only in pure beauty
I was rendering,
screaming to new highs.
I did it my way!
Lovely bouncing on
my polished pitch,
the rivers forget to flow
back to the seas.
But no one knew
where my toe melts!
Until you did
and took me for a tread
closer to your spring,
my sweet dream:
O Fathima, only to kiss your feet!

Your so pleased man wished
to rain down with love,
but humble you hid your feet!
You blinded the moon, snowed it
away under seven seas.
No wonder it's
your winning footing.
Like the Prophet said:
I found me the heaven
beneath the mother’s feet.
O Fathima, only on your feet!
Walking
Talking to the air
Waiting
Waiting for an answer
Drinking
Waiting for her
Thinking
Thinking of roses
Breaking
Car racing
Hands shaking
Crows
The crows crowd the
My regrets
A man waits for his ex lover at a bar. She doesn’t show and he begins drinking, sinking wallowing in shame. He gives up drives and spins out of control in anger.  He hits his lover waiting for him on the corner of the street. depression sets in and death surrounds
elaine Jul 2018
empty houses and car-less streets,
this town holds beauty without residence.

people move into this town of beauty and run up and down the streets damaging little by little slowly.

the people take away the beauty and throw it all away for their selfish needs,
they build tall tall buildings and put gas into the lovely clean air.

leaving this town a horrible disease.
lucav Sep 2018
shimmering sunshine
golden glowing haze
your gentle shy smile washes over my senses
losing my mind with your every laugh
an angel in disguise
everything you do makes me slowly come undone
your voice sweet like honey
im falling for you so hopelessly
a poem for an old lover
I Die Daily
Daily I am Born

Life and Death
Both are my Friend

Death is Lovely
Life is ****

Death is Cool
Life makes us Fool

Death is inevitable
Life may fail

I like my daily Death
No tension at all

Sleep is my daily death
I enjoy it after all
I Die Daily.  What about YOU?
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