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 Jun 2014 No
Wanderer
The soft whisper of your breath
Against my nape
Sends shivers quivering down my spine
Thighs ache to part for you
"Not yet..."
I can smell my wetness permeating the air
Between our pulsing layers
Soft tongue snakes out to taste
Satiny swirls right below my ear
Every glide has me melting, swaying
Closer to the hazed space of your heat
Another *** charged moment and I'll explode
"Please?"
My plea reaches sigh focused ears
Heavy seconds pass until at last
The edges of your teeth sink into pliable shoulder
Your moan.
My scream.
*Our release.
 Jun 2014 No
sarah bell
addiction
 Jun 2014 No
sarah bell
my mother once warned me of
addiction
in the form of a bottle
but never told me about
you
and your pale blue eyes would
drive me to every AA meeting
I've ever been to
(s.j.b)
 Jun 2014 No
Kelsey Greene
Tired
 Jun 2014 No
Kelsey Greene
I understand now
Why an increase in sleeping
Is a warning sign for depression.

Being sad?
It's a tiring thing to be.

Constantly exerting every ounce of your energy
Trying to appear happy to those around you.

When others ask if you're okay
"yeah, just tired"
easily becomes the automatic response.

Maybe because it's halfway true,
You are tired,

You're tired of life

Of things always seeming to go wrong
Instead of right

Tired of people letting you down

Of your dad drinking
Or your parents fighting.

You're tired of being tired
But most of all you're tired of being sad.

Sleeping,
That's the only time you can really get away
From all the tired.

It's when your mind wonders to a different life

One where the words
"Just tired"
Don't exist.

I think that's why people sleep so much when their sad.

Their dreams
Are so much better
Than reality.
 Jun 2014 No
Rosie
nostalgia.
 Jun 2014 No
Rosie
sometimes when theres nothing there
i remember their perfect hair
another reason they had perfect lives
they were practicing to be pretty wives
i remember how they were my friends
a pact we made that we would stay till the end
but once life happens
you begin to think
that people really do stink
the ones you loved with all your heart
you wake up one day and youre all apart
and every night when i think about the past
just from a year when i lived a blast
all i do is cry and cry and cry
the loneliness and lies makes me want to die
 Jun 2014 No
Lunar
summer love
 Jun 2014 No
Lunar
summer nights
fairy lights
women rights
skinny tights
we ended up with
lovers' fights

plain as day
you took away
a sunshine ray
left me with
no words to say

feelings fade
a girl's parade
to hold her head high
and hide the mess you made

— The End —