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 Mar 2015 Xan Abyss
Jazmine Moore
Mesmerizing glory.
Snowflakes falling down on us like old memories.
One touch, and you're frozen.
Not because of the hate,
but because of the love.
Sadness is intertwined in our fingertips.
Three words. Eight letters.
I love you.
The words will forever hold true but the fear of them keeps them inside of us.
I cannot bring myself to understand why people are so afraid to love.
Demolishing demons dancing upon bare bodies at night while young women and young men are spending more time on physical interaction than emotional satisfaction.
Satisfied with lusting one's surface is something I can't comprehend,
I'd rather love your core.
My appetite is growing because I'm starving for your soul as if I hadn't had a meal in months..
and to be honest, I haven't.
Because no matter how much I eat, I can't seem to get full.
And no matter how much I drink, i still thirst for more of your mind, your body, and your soul.
I may have lost someone who didn't love me,
But you lost someone who truly loved you.
I am done searching for the light at the end of the tunnel because I have discovered God in the darkness.
I loved you at your darkest.
Slowly flicking a switch to find the bulb had blown out,
I loved all of you..
and all of you loved it.
Reciprocation is all I pray for at night and as day break arose,
I found myself loving the darkness once again.
 Mar 2015 Xan Abyss
Manda Raye
I’m sorry. It’s such a frightening
thing. While I’m covered in airborne dust
and dirt, somewhere out of the desert
you dream of losing a girl you never had.

Under a straw sunhat, I argue with a chubby bartender
who insists my “over twenty-one” wristband
is not enough to justify selling an overpriced beer
to my baby face. I run through crowds, back

to my campsite, cursing her under my breath
for delaying my drunken dance. But somewhere else—
out of the heat and the food trucks and the live music
and the showers in the backs of trucks—you know.

And you prepare yourself for the path I am down,
where I miss Frank Turner for the sake of stumbling,
and later my legs will tremble under a tent
that may or may not be my own.
 Mar 2015 Xan Abyss
lionheartlion
My darling has gone.
But I'm left with the sweet scent you've left behind,
To remind me of the time infinitely lived in togetherness.
All I can fathom is you by my side to drift away into the dream world.
And leaving my slumber to come find your bright eyed smile in the morn.

And now embrace and fade away from the world.
 Mar 2015 Xan Abyss
witchy woman
Fields full of sunshine, both above and below my bare feet.
Nothing hurts, nothing singes my exposed skin or ****** my callosed toes.
You chase me through the light, which fills our hearts and faces as well.
A little piece of heaven we've found within our world of hell.

There is oh so much to talk about, and yet, nothing at all.
There is so much left unsaid, even though it feels that I've said it all.
I want to taste your bitter-sweet soul, and stitch that big, broken heart.
I want to scare all the demons away, to banish any which form of evil that tears you apart.

I want your hand in mine, our bodies equally inclined- to lie together in our fields
of golden sunshine.
I've never wanted anything so feverously, desperately- hoping that I can always hold you as close as I can to me.

It's all so much, a downer and such a rush.

Leaving me absolutely breathless, if church we're as liberating as they say- they would preach this.
If schools were so informative, so set on success they should teach this.
How to explain when you love someone to this extent, the magnitude of emotion and whatever else makes me feel like this.
I can't help it, but one day
I hope I find a way- not to be so speechless.
Anyone know a word in a different language that can translate this feeling? Ha! Pun intended. This feeling can't be translated in the English speaking mind. I feel like there's a word in mandarin.. or spanish.
Here I go rambling again hahaha
 Mar 2015 Xan Abyss
Duke Dranko
One Mississippi two Mississippi three Mississippi four Mississippi five Mississippi six Mississippi seven Mississippi eight Mississippi nine Mississippi ten
She looks at the wall and laughs there's nothing there, and I wonder what's so funny as I lean against the wall with my hands folded in front of me trying to stay calm counting one Mississippi two Mississippi she continues to walk around the octagon starring at her feet with wide eyes as they land on the outer edge where carpet meets fake wood floors. The nurse is patiently waiting so am I my heart is racing I'm scared very scared but not this patient she seemed happy but the kind of happy that you know isn't right.
Her grin is big her blown eyes are so wide and empty she has pasted me 11 times before she stops to ask
"Why are you here did you try to **** yourself too?"
I'm my own disease
I'm my own worst enemy
I can't decide
I've lost my mind
I'm either hiding from everyone
or easy to find
I need a syringe
of some kind of medicine
to get me out of
this pit that I'm in
I can't even walk
let alone crawl
I'm the loser from the teen movies
that one and all
So I reign
over my patch of dirt
like Johnny cash
I'll just make you hurt
I'm no one's benefit
just a constant burden
on myself and others
that much is certain
now some may think
this isn't true
but I've been this way for so long
what more can I do?
I have no confidence
my pride is all but dead
sometimes I have to bully myself
to get this out of my head
not one person has ever seen
the faces I take off daily
Will someone ever figure it out?
one day... maybe
 Mar 2015 Xan Abyss
SG Holter
She loves to drive, but fears the
Station where the machine that
Loves her needs to
Fuel up in
Peace before the
Journey
Continues.

As if the ignition is off
Forever.
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