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 Nov 2017 B Chapman
Jo King
Hey you love me right?
Let me send you something
Let me intrude into your thoughts
When I am not there
See my naked body flash before you on that tiny screen
Did you get it?
Let me send another and another and another
Until all you can do is bleed from your cheeks
Until that pit in your stomach begins to tighten
Until you want that sweet, sweet sorrow filled ecstasy only I can provide
Now I can stand before you
The nudes I sent were sanded down
I was the epitome of what a **** really is
Not one stray hair visible
Not one, single intrusion
But here I am
Rough bumps, bones sticking out, intrusive hairs
But when I am not a **** I am your girl
So sail across the sea that dips down in the hollow of my back
Hike your way up mountains made of thighs
Let me show you something
Put your fingers in
Everything feels so soft and warm right?
Now take them away from me
Lick the lust from between your fingers
Does it taste like vanilla and caramel?
Make me yours
But you can’t
Or is it that you won’t?
You may even refuse to
So a **** can cause chaos on a sun filled day?
But honey I am a thunderstorm
I sanded myself down
I became a **** all for you
So what happens when my own fingers trace my hip bones?
When I climb the mountains?
Can you be jealous of something you never even had?
‘*** now please’ flashed at you
My teeth seem to rip into my own lust
Yet all you want are my nudes
You don’t want me fully and entirely
Is It alright for me to sink my own teeth in?
Until nudes and lust come flowing out
Oh but wait, they will wrap around you completely
Because my nudes and lust will always come back to you
So you love me right?
Let me send you something
Another **** appears
And another
And another
And another
Originally written on April 5, 2017
 Nov 2017 B Chapman
Breeze-Mist
"They're just normal guys"
You say it like an excuse
It's the main problem
Lord, help us to not worry,
About what might come to be.
Help us put our trust in you,
From worldly things set us free.

Help us know how to deal with,
The troubles in life we find.
To our friends and enemies,
Lord, show us how to be kind.

Give us the strength and courage,
To stand up for what is right,
To live as you want us to,
Lord, give us needed insight.

Lord, with you as our ally,
We can make it through times rough.
Things we need and won't cause harm,
Lord, help us to find enough.
 Nov 2017 B Chapman
krm
Orion
 Nov 2017 B Chapman
krm
Man made dark;
Stars within my eyes have burned out.
You- wandering spirit,
I’ve high hopes your’s still shine brightly.
There’s no meteor shower looming over your skies.

I’ve always gravitated to the dark edges of the sky,
It’s friction with the refusal to wear away
Our memories paving the milky way,
That crescent moon reminds me of the crooked smile I’d wear,
And in powder blue day-
The sun is something I’m working towards.
How simple it is to admire the dark for being mysterious,
But day is a fear as i’m all too aware
of what I’ve put my soul through on the brightest of days.
One step behind,


Flowers upon this porch shake,
the cup in my hand shatters,
blood splatters.

The skin I’m in is weathered,
Scars in white lines across the horizon.
Lost my balance on a constellation-

Gathered shards from the night and bled on sheets of white.
Kinda *****.
NO MOON AT ALL

No moon tonight.

She cries for a moon.

I cut one out.

It’s only a paper moon.

Bluetacked on a window pane.

But it’s her moon.
 Nov 2017 B Chapman
woolgather
You ask for help too much
No one believes you now
How it echoes in your head
How it makes its deafening sounds;

You try and talk too much,
No one listens to you now;
As opposed to words few and meaningful,
Sentences lengthy yet empty;

You cried too much,
Now you refuse to make tears;
Now it rots from the inside,
Bottled-up feelings;

You pester too much,
Now they're gone;
Maybe they've forgotten,
Maybe they thought you've won;

Little do they know,
Though change will come;
That it will grow stronger,
And worsen.

You ask too much,
Now none will give;
You ask too much,
Now they'll just leave;

You hurt too much,
Now no one will help you.
Not even to stand,
Not even to comfort you;

I want to cry,
I want to lie,
I want to be free;
**I want to die.
It hurts
No one listens
Because I have been here countless times
And I asked for help countless times too
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