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 Feb 2015 Zelda Morgan
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 Feb 2015 Zelda Morgan
M
Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid.
 Jan 2015 Zelda Morgan
Hedonismos
Your eyes first brushed
Against my scorched soul
Panic stricken I turned away
Fearing that the supernova
Raging in your dark pupils
Would set my sky on fire

Light years away
An abyss in my heart
Obscured by dark matter
Ached for your inferno
Burning the scar tissue
Of my heart atop a pyre
When I figured out after many years, that a person I admired and loved, had felt the same for me during all this time.
 Jan 2015 Zelda Morgan
Jade Marie
It feels as if I am drowning,
Drowning so deep in my own thoughts
I can't get up and grasp the help that I need, I don't seem to want it anymore, I can't have it, what's the point? I'm going to fail,
fail in life,
Fail in what everyone expects me to be,
Fail in myself,
Fail in others,
and fail in trying.
Everyone says I have the potential, but do I really? Potential, what even is that word anymore? The only potential I have is to just lie down, and drown.
 Jan 2015 Zelda Morgan
ThePoet
Your eyes are
my weakness
Your scent is
my proneness

Your lips are
my vulnerability
Your hair is
my susceptibility

Your voice is
my instability
Your touch is
my humility

Your lust is
my inferiority
Your love is
my superiority

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 Jan 2015 Zelda Morgan
Isa A
a fervor, a flame,
a burning curiosity.
i fed the embers
and they glowed gold for me.
warm,
weak,
extinguishable.

a fervor, a flame,
gone with the wind.
too young to grow,
too naïve to coax.
you fed the flames
but they did not glow gold for you.

yet,
you would not surrender.
a fire blazed within you,
never dimming.
i felt the heat
emanating from your core.
i kindled the fire.

a fervor, a flame,
scorching too hot.
a confused heart,
a muddled mind,
frightened,
unsure,
lost.

a fervor, a flame,
rising from the ashes.
beginning only as an ember,
but burned hot enough
to consume my whole heart.
i see the fire,
blazing,
seething,
scorching white-hot.
i walk fearlessly into the inferno,
right into your open arms.

i've never looked back.
 Jan 2015 Zelda Morgan
Isa A
Change.
 Jan 2015 Zelda Morgan
Isa A
One may wish to turn back the hands of time
And return to a place unscathed by change,
Only to find this petty whim a crime
For change is certain, and entirely strange.
It comes with no notice, hint, or advice;
Wreaking destruction throughout its wake.
Some can foreshadow change and it's device,
Like I, counting down until the great break.
Yet through all the warnings, I embrace it;
I await the day where my life will shift
And irrevocably bend and emit
A brilliant light on which I will drift
Into some uncharted territory
Where I anticipate to find destiny.
 Jan 2015 Zelda Morgan
Sabbathius
Into god knows where
Into a deep dark lair
Slowly as a candle burns
My body twists and turns
For I am robed in flames
I am the fire he now claims

Still widely around my soul
All scorched out, nothing but coal
The rope which hasn't snapped
The endless fall in which I'm trapped
The more I fall, the less I care
For all the times, I spent up there

No escape from this descent
None of this is what I meant
Stripped of scent and sight
Cast away from the light
Void of all my senses
Void of all known faces


*Slow Descent by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
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