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midnight prague Oct 2010
I curl up into my softest femininity
and then drown myself in thoughts of warm skin
Im hanging off the balcony
the railing pushes into my stomach
and the sharp pain executes my hunger
but only briefly

I scent myself
with myself
and imagine the tasting of the ocean
the burning of salt water
in the eyes
in the wounds
cleanse
deeply into the barren core
suffocated by the surrounding of nothing but air

molecules trangressed
needing freedom
Im trapped in a jail cell
nobody can reach my hands

I have the key
who will persude me
to drench the curtains
rip them from shoulders
my legs
and my back

damp and heavy
forhead creases
cosmic realeses

joyous wonderful
contraversy breeds heavy sighs
between lover and victim


positioned in between the biting of lips
and the thunder of thighs
Joe Vice Jr Oct 2016
It's different now
I've hidden your pictures
Trangressed upon that road
We often talked about
When there came a day
One of us was gone
As unlikely as it seemed
And now is upon us
The word 'Us" seems to fade
As though a teardrop
Fell amd made it disappear
Reasons became dominent
Words failed to reach
Summer is here and yet
I am locked in winter's thoughts
Without a need to see the sun
Yet I must go on
And like the past that floats
There is room for you
In a corner of my heart
That reaches out
Consuming all that's me
Reminding me that
Life is fleeting
Purpose is just
Hearts are timeless spans
Upon which we invest our trust.

— The End —