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You lured a wordsmith with sharper words,
Promised me heaven and galaxy journeys,
Fed me on your words they satisfied me,
Breathed out of the sound of your voice

Then you became homicidal.
You took back your words, the s that made me feel alive,
You stripped me off those promises I  had made my dreams
Now I cant dream,
I lost my trust in words

You couldve pushed me off a cliff instead and it would hurt less.
 Oct 2014 Deborah Perne
Kayla
Thirteen, maybe fourteen?
I hear my step dad say the cause of **** is a woman's clothing
Eleven, maybe twelve?
I'm on the ground
The voices all around me don't hear my cries
I wish I'd die.
Nine, maybe ten?
I wake up alone and run to the neighbors
My daddy has been drinking again
He makes excuses
None of which I believe
But I smile and nod
What he doesn't know
Is his words make me bleed
Seven, maybe eight?
I never knew why I made the call to my mother that morning
About the beer cap I found in the chair
Until now
After all, it was just one, right?
I wish you’d kiss away my tears
Wish you’d open my lips
The way you have
Every intricate part of me
And steal your name
Right off my lips
Right out of my mouth
Until all thats left of me
Is this drunken desire
To drink to forget
Your
Name
"Pick me. Choose me. Love me."
 Aug 2014 Deborah Perne
PrttyBrd
Write with me a thing of beauty
For everyone to see
To gaze upon our very souls
Together, you and me
Words that dance upon the heart
Like a feather on the skin
Feelings painted honestly
In hues from deep within
Write with me a thing so lovely
That everyone will know
The purest of emotions
In two hearts at once betrothed
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What happened to the boy
Who was carefree and wild
What happened to the kid
Who loved the universe
What happened to the child
Smiling at the world
What happened to him
Was the harsh response given
Tears falling from my face
****** tears
Crying my heart
Away from the darkness
First time inside the light
And it burns
Burns from my skin to my soul
Driving my demons back into hiding
Causing my senses to regain control
And I cry
Not for the freedom that's been granted
Not for the release from steel
That held my hands down
I cry tears for those fallen
Fallen from my blood soaked talons
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