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 Jul 2014 The Black Raven
r
In the folds of the hills
and hollows
of my mind,
I remember a time
when you were free.
You were of the sweetest color
known to me.

No man could catch you;
I'm not even sure we tried.
It was such a sight
just to watch you
spread your wings.

Like a bird
you could fly
circles so high,
blue as the sky,
and free as the wind.

I knew someday
you would leave,
fly away,
no longer free;
my mountain bird
on a breeze.

r ~ 6/30/14
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I am not the girl you marry
I am the girl who 10 years from now
Will out of nowhere cross your mind
In the midst of contentedness
And have you wondering
What happened to her
I am not the girl you swear forever to
I am the girl who you'll think of
When you ***** your finger on the diamond ring
You bought for the one you plan on spending your life with
I am not the girl you have to try to forget
I am not memorable
In any particular way
But one day you will think of me
When you're sitting in a bar
And the short blonde girl next to you
Orders a glass
Of whisky.
 Jul 2014 The Black Raven
Jordan
I bet she was easy to ******
Probably met her at a bar
Bought her a couple girly shots
And she hopped right in your car

I bet instead of taking her home
She ended up at your place
She was probably pretty frisky
To you just a pretty face

You answered her attention call
She cured your insecurities
She’s a bottle of pent up desperation
That everyone else can see

And that simple fact
That she needs you in her life
Is just what you need right now
After I cut your heart out with my knife

You fill her enamored mind
With a future she thinks up in her head
Of love and weddings and happiness
You’d rather fill your mind with lead

I bet she needs you like I never did
She thinks her daughter does too
All she ever wanted was your true love
But I took all the love from you
I stood and
stared at the static
littered
television screen.

I tossed back
my first drink
of the day
which was
my  last drink
of the night.

All of my
endings begin
something
anew.

I turned the
volume up
in an attempt
to drown out the
voices with that
timeless white noise
of confusion.

Hit the bottle
and took a moment
to enjoy
the burn.

Not all that is
aflame is meant
to destroy.

Caught my mind
slipping then slowly
willed it back.

I've been lonely,
but never have I been
so alone as to
welcome the voices  
as company.

I've allowed
insanity across
my threshold .

But never have
I been lonely
enough to dare
my silent walker
to stay.
I
I
I am.
Human.
Intelligent.
Selfish,
Yet selfless.
Contradictory.
I am.

I
I fear.
Love.
Sacrifice.
Death.
But I,
I believe.
In love,
sacrifice,
and death.

I
I want.
I lust.
I crave.
I have.
I need.
I feel...

I am.

I.
A poem that focuses on the individuality. A generalization of the way we use, "I" and how I can use it to define what it means to be human, in my perspective.
You come in the night
Wisp of vapour
A spectre reaching out
Waking me with your tendrils touch
And the hunger within.

You're the monster from my closet
Come to haunt me again,
You wear many faces and none
Yet I know you
As I know myself.

My lust answers your need and
I stiffen even as my will melts beneath the icy flames of your ghoulish desire.
I give in, relinquish control and with it my identity,
My soul is yours to devour,
Which you do with great relish,
As we both reach again for that taste of ecstasy.

Too soon it is over,
You return to the depths beneath my bed,
Back into my closet with your fellow demons,
Mostly forgotten,
But for the smile on my face
As I slip into a sated sleep
Even as I pray
That you never visit again.
To crack a voice
If the tongue throws away
Much needed words
As quiet fell the voice
None spoke
When right the time came
My blame was placed away from me
All shame placed curses on the words
And further now we drift
Away from simple clarity
Darkest now I see
Aborted hope soon spoken to the grave
Then quiet falls the shame
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