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Maybe I am so jealous
That the essence of it
Leaks from my pores
Or maybe
I'm so tired of being a part of nothing
That my urge to be a part of everything
Is overwhelming
To the point
Of obsessive compulsions
To the point
Where it feels as though
Death has taken a seat at my doorstep
When all else has but failed
I am left with my anxiety
And I can't explain it
And no one understands
So I am alone
My love you are the religion of bones
a secret language tossed in the drums  of their vision and oracle--
etched porcelain white in search of their Creator.
You reconnect to the life giving waters
calling from towers.
pale fate, tiny atoms that crystallize you into being
on the chance of colliding fire, hot comets
a shroud of voices from the same body of darkness
touch the origins to your life
in the sweeping winds
that grazes your skin
like ghostly figures on the rise of the
moon
--still a part of you--
even as you fade.
I wish that for just
            one second
I could show you my love for you
How when you first open your eyes in the morning,
I feel as though I just plunged into an ice cold river
and when your mouth curves to smile,
candles are lit in the darkest spots of my mind
and when you drag a single finger across my back,
every tiny hair on my body stands straight as a soldier
and when I hear you say my name,
It's like a chorus of angels singing hallelujah
You almost make me believe in God
because someone as perfect as you had to be created, and not an act of science.
 Jul 2013 Carrie Wentzel
Emily
You're basically the light of my life in all of this darkness I'm dealing with.
You're so ******* cute, it kills me sometimes.
I just straight up stare at you when I am around you.
I can't hep it.
You may or may not notice it.
I'm not sure.
But also, I don't know.
You're just so cool to me.
I just want to kiss you...and please you.
Seriously.
I go to your house or your parents' house not for anything or anybody but you.
Just to see you.
I pray and hope that you are there.
When you aren't, I am stabbed with disappointment.
I really don't care about much.
I do, but not in this way.
I wish you and I talked more.
I wish we weren't off limits.
I like you so much.
It 's hard to contain.
Honestly, there have been weird times where I thought I was in love with you.
But how can I ever tell without barely ever being around you or interacting?
I want to hold your hand.
And kiss you.
And everything else.
Ha.
© Peyton 2013
 Jul 2013 Carrie Wentzel
Emily
You consume me
I can't even sit down,
Without having to drown,
In thoughts of you.

I want you with me,
So I can hear you breathe,
And never watch you leave,
From my side.

This sounds generic,
I'm no writer,
Or a nail biter,
But it's all I do, because of you.

I want to love you,
And show you the world,
Such a beautiful girl,
Who deserves it all.

You're so perfect,
I guess I'll just have to wait,
And leave it up to fate,
That one day I may have you.
© Peyton 2013.
 Jul 2013 Carrie Wentzel
Emily
It's 3 A.M.
And I want you in my bed
Rather than in my head

But I'd take that any day
Just to have you in my life
Is like a world with
no
strife

You're like an angel to me
You make my worries disappear
It's gotten to the point where I have
no
fear

You make me feel so good
I only hope to do the same
I hope you know this is
not
a
game
© Peyton 2013
 Jul 2013 Carrie Wentzel
Emily
I think about my baby
And how she's all alone
The many things I'd do to her
I have to make it known

I'd give her kisses deep and soft
Her tongue will taste so sweet
With my hands on her hips
Our kissing will create a beat

Then clothes will come off
Things will grow in passion
Her body will feel like silk
Her skin better than the highest fashion

She will make me guide her
Right over to our bed
We will lay down and kiss
Make me feel out of my head

I will travel down her belly
Worshipping every inch
She will shiver and she will shake
The sensation making her flinch

As I make my way down
She naturally spreads her legs
I fit right in-between them
This point is when she begs

I kiss the very part of her
That is the most private
Her moans reassure me
That she truly, really loves it

Her **** sounds of pleasure
Make my job so rewarding
I could do this forever
It will never get boring

As I continue my loving
Right on her sweet spot
She moves in sync with me
Giving me all that she's got

I take her to the highest place
I go right along with her
We have a lot of ailments
But we are each other's cure

She explodes and it tastes so good
Her hands are on my head
And she pulls me to her
Heaven is what we have in our
own
little
bed
© Peyton 2013
 Jul 2013 Carrie Wentzel
caitmoss
I'm sinking into the sand that will never let me surface to the sea
never let me surface to the top of the waters, where i can breathe in the stuff that makes me, me
I'm lost in this smothering scandal that drains my soul of its life
i can't get out of this unbreathable stuff,
its ******* me down,
and its shrill taste is tainting my life

I'm stuck in this mess and ill never come out
I'm stuck in this mess; will i be stuck here for life?
 Jul 2013 Carrie Wentzel
jd
it took me
one second
to fall in
love with
you

it took you
two seconds
to find out
you
wanted nothing to do
with me
 Jul 2013 Carrie Wentzel
Ehm
I do not want to be yours.
Let me be.
Leave my skin
  my stormy thoughts
  my chilled and fearful heart.

Let your imprint fade away
The taste of honeyed lips..
Rich amber colored eyes
  looking into the very depths of me.

Oh, release me..

Let me forget, please (please)
Let us fade beyond vague memory,
that souls being no wiser
  can breathe this everyday air
  cleansed of heady perfume.

Do not steal my life
  the color of my paints
  the soul of a melody
  the joy in moment when I am not with you.
Do not persist.
Let me be.
Leave my skin.
I do not want to be yours.
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