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 Dec 2012 Emma
JL
coagulation
 Dec 2012 Emma
JL
Maybe I just want a good nights sleep I don't need you to touch my face With your astronaut gloves covered in moondust I want to just take the night off and fall asleep in your bed Maybe I just want these bite marks healed My bones licked clean

Outside I hear you howl on the haunted moon Beneath the window someone sweeps with a straw broom The streets are full of walking skeletons Who smile at the streetlamps

Who is that outside Playing on my swingset Eating a candy apple Grass stains on the knees Soft hair and a cool breeze

Who was that boy? They found floating in the swimming hole Sometimes I dream it was me who died Or fell asleep on your garden swing As I waited for you Out buying groceries

I always wake up In this same bed With red rings around my eyes And an ache in my bones With new cuts on my hands A bitemark on my shoulder Is turning purple Every morning I wake up with new pain And although I can't remember what I did last night I think I deserve this
 Dec 2012 Emma
CASEY
Broken?
 Dec 2012 Emma
CASEY
I stumbled,
before you ever thought of catching me.
Before the pools of light swimming in my eyes,
became fixated on your spark.
I fell,
melting into the skies.
Until your love
left me wandering in the dark.

I knew as you fell,
for I saw the light hit you.
Illuminating darkened corners,
I saw your bright colours,
and so faltered.
For a moment we soared,
as light as the morning dew.
Till we crashed from the heights,
our realities altered.

I was gone,
the second fate’s lips touched mine,
oh,
my sweet demise.
All the while,
as though part of my hearts design.
I fell prey to a wolf,
who cared not for our guise.

I felt myself yearning,
aching to know more.
So I looked for a moment,
to the depths of my soul.
When you told me though,
that your soul too was sore.
I knew that we needed,
a way to both be whole.

And so I stand now,
my wings they are broken.
Yours too, have been clipped,
for this is life’s torment.
Words fall from my lips,
and yet remain unspoken.
I cry for a new moon,
and with it, our loves assent.
 Dec 2012 Emma
L Smida
I'm quiet
Oh so quiet
And you all wonder why
I'm quiet because I'm broken
I'm quiet because of my thoughts
I'm quiet because I'm weak
But it's my choice to stay quiet
I don't like it
But trust me
You don't want to hear what I have to say
You don't want to hear my stories
I'm sad
I'm sensitive to everything
I'm a mess
You just don't know it yet
And you won't ever know
I've been through a lot
And I think that last blow to my heart was the last straw
Because I feel so completely different now
I don't want to try
I've never been this scared to try again
Fear and anger drown me
I'm left here terrified to reach out to anyone
If you only knew
The things I've been told
The things that have been said to me
By the ones I care about most
It haunts me
I'm honestly scared
Because I can't get hurt like that again
I won't make it
I already have doubt about making it through this one
And the thing is
I don't know what I have to do to make people see
To make people stay
I can be a good person
I am a good person
You just have to get past my wall
Trust isn't easy with me anymore
I always end up getting ****** over by the ones I thought I could trust
And when that happens enough times
You become quiet
When your trust is betrayed
Your doubting starts
Confidence levels drop
So
I'm sorry I don't fit in with any of your high energy level happiness
I'm sorry I'd rather listen than speak
I'm sorry I'd rather mind my own business than deal with pointless drama
But when you do gain my trust
I won't let you down
If you need me
I'll be there
That's the kind of person I am
I should just stop writing altogether.
 Dec 2012 Emma
Me
Black and White
 Dec 2012 Emma
Me
Charcoal dust
on her cloudy eyes
lashes curled-

surprise in his eyes
as he feels the portrait
of the lady
he - before that - so despised
soft under his fingers.

as the two of them -
in slow, bright motion -
come together,
there is no explosion

but only -
she said later -

weather;
as it had been.
 Dec 2012 Emma
Me
Holding
  My fingers
To my brain
It hurts-
    Framing my face, my head
       Encircling inner horrors
          And still –
For all there is, for all the dread-
I still don’t care.
 Dec 2012 Emma
CE Green
All within.
Shout your spells from the river: Spirit drawling; stand beside your sinner, or let him choke.
Let her first ask if her soul will wither.
It's okay if you hate me for this
Pull emeralds and ivory from my wrist
Now turn your cheek and make believe I don't exist.
 Dec 2012 Emma
Muggle Ginger
I find myself in the crowds of Central Park
The trees look taller than last time I was here
I’ve never been to New York

I’ve shed at least 54 tears in the last 12 minutes
I count them as they drop
Like seconds ticking off my clock
I can’t wait for tomorrow because
Maybe then I’ll feel better

The grass is green under the snow
I dug down to make sure
It took me 33 minutes to touch bottom
The grass was dead
It hasn’t seen the sun in at least 3 weeks

Maybe it is safer to be alone
I know for sure it’s easier to be alone
At least it was when I didn’t know what good company felt like
Now I can’t even read without feeling eyes over my shoulder

I don’t fit in here or there because of my odd mentality
I’m not mental, but my thoughts will soon be detrimental
I take a shower to feel better – it didn’t work
I go on a run - I didn’t make it back

I finally wake up; still crying
6 feet under and my heart finally calms
The dirt is fresh on my palms
I dig my own grave over and over
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