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 Mar 2018 Audrey
lib
passing trains
 Mar 2018 Audrey
lib
each love and i
like passing trains
whistling to each other
but never staying long
 Mar 2018 Audrey
sage
What a terrible mess we are now.
You love me,
but i love her,
and she loves you.

What happens now that we're all so broken?
Because i feel like dying,
She's so happy that she's flying,
And you're sitting back,
watching us,
and smiling.
 Mar 2018 Audrey
z
when people are in love
they often say
they simply fell
tripped over their own two feet
face forward
and into the arms of their beloved

i did more than simply fall
onto the ground of your love

you, for me
were an ocean
and i dived
headfirst
roughly
harshly
almost painfully
into the waters of “you”

i knew i could not swim
but i did so anyway
i was drowning
entangled in you
surrounded by this being of “you”
engulfed in this feeling of “you”

and i did not know what came over me
but i let myself drown
i did not try to swim back up
because if i went back to land,
releasing myself from your grasp
that would mean losing the feeling of “you”

and after
submerging into the depth
the love
the passion
of “you”

how could i ever leave?
 Feb 2018 Audrey
Anne Sexton
You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.

I have a black look I do not
like. It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
It is old. It is also a pauper.
I have tried to keep it on a diet.
I give it no unction.

There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot. I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Lust has taken plant in it
and I have placed you and your
child at its milk tip.

Oh the blackness is murderous
and the milk tip is brimming
and each machine is working
and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men
and you will die somewhat,
again and again.
 Feb 2018 Audrey
Anne Sexton
When man,
enters woman,
like the surf biting the shore,
again and again,
and the woman opens her mouth with pleasure
and her teeth gleam
like the alphabet,
Logos appears milking a star,
and the man
inside of woman
ties a knot
so that they will
never again be separate
and the woman
climbs into a flower
and swallows its stem
and Logos appears
and unleashes their rivers.

This man,
this woman
with their double hunger,
have tried to reach through
the curtain of God
and briefly they have,
through God
in His perversity
unties the knot.
 Feb 2018 Audrey
han
I’m tired of hearing
the same things
“you’re amazing”
I don’t want to be told
I want to be shown
that I’m captivating
of your attention
that I’m worth your days
Words mean nothing
without the feeling
behind them
that evokes them
in the first place
February 26th~han
 Feb 2018 Audrey
Shallow
I don't think you understand
Where it is I'm coming from

Im not doing this for an English grade
If i was I'd have perfect grammar
im not doing this for you
If i was i'd put more heart into my words
i'd make you feel something
pathos
logos
ethos

no
im not doing it for you
or for him
or for anyone else

i do it for me
i write for me
im selfish
i keep my words for myself
i keep my words close to me
so only i can feel their meaning

so no
at the end of the day
i dont care if you feel any of my words
i dont care if you detest them
because they arent for you
they are for me

so no
at the end of the day
i dont think you understand.
If it was for English, I'd be flawless. If it was for you, I'd write with heart. because it is for me i write as i choose to
 Feb 2018 Audrey
AJG
23:34
 Feb 2018 Audrey
AJG
I didn’t fall for your body, i fell for your soul.
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