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  Mar 2015 Arun C
SummertimeLace
I took one look around the room
Instantly
My eyes fixed upon you

Your spirit
Like a magnet
Pulled me in

Then
You looked too
The spark ignited between us

And our love
Was conceived
at first sight
  Mar 2015 Arun C
amc
it's happening again,
that monster is creeping up again.
it never really goes away...
i can try my hardest but it's never possible to outrun who you are..
                                                                                                           not really.
i can be a good girl,
the best there ever was.
the beast can be tamed, it is a proven fact.
it has happened before, it will probably happen again..
                                                               but it isn't right now. not even close.
i have been set free.
it wasn't what i wanted,
but it happened anyways.
                                                                                         and now here i am
too long without the feeling..
the excitement of knowing in that moment they have never
                                                                                      wanted anything more
than they want you right then. right there.
                                       to be touched, to be kissed, to be needed.

my demons refuse to be drowned,
                                                                      they have learned how to swim.
and they are hungry.....

I am feeling like myself.
I am not sure that is a good thing.
I will find a way to get what I want.
I will not care who I hurt getting it.
I am back to myself.
And I want to be touched again.
Arun C Mar 2015
Light and dark merge
on the verge
of a new start
take heed and move with speed
the time of the black smoke
may soon invoke
that dreadful blood and iron mix
the fix of this trick
is don't get sick
remember kindness
because when apathy meets industry
and the old is doomed
you hear the black crows call
remember
reason, hope, charity, love and faith
need not be apart
soon
it will be tomorrow
just cherish then
that gift
that always gives
the present
  Mar 2015 Arun C
blue milk
every single inch of my body tenses every time you open your mouth everything that escapes your lips is a song;
the soulless chitters of the crows,
the shifting silent of the waves,
the mumbling wind against the budding spring,

all the air that drips from your brain to your lips
is artwork in itself
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