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 Jun 2013 kat lykke
Emmatell
Ideally
 Jun 2013 kat lykke
Emmatell
Shiny hair
framed the perfect face
with cheekbones build in stone
and red lips, so big and oh so kissable

I wrote a book
only about those eyes
two wet crystals surrounded
by her lovely long luscious lashes

Provocation beauty
her body was a piece of art
collarbones just as sharp as knives
shoulder blades like the wings of an angel

But her mind was a place
where I wouldn't wish my worst enemy

empty - yet burning
filled up - yet freezing

- *Emmatell
 May 2013 kat lykke
Madisen Kuhn
there are so many types of rain
light rain, heavy rain
spring rain, summer rain

the kind of rain
that make you want to
curl up with a good book,
the kind the races down
your car window
as you look out at
the tall trees whizzing by

rain that you kiss in,
rain that makes you feel alone
sometimes it smells of
new beginnings
and sometimes it feels like
you’re drowning

and the eventually,
it stops
and you can hardly remember
if you even like rain
at all
 May 2013 kat lykke
Madisen Kuhn
you clutter my mind
thoughts of you,
thoughts of me with you
thoughts that multiply
and keep me from rest,
that lull me to sleep at night

your words are like butter,
they’re smooth and they’re rich
and they make the bitter bits better
 May 2013 kat lykke
Li Ching Chao
Search. Search. Seek. Seek.
Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear.
Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain.
Hot flashes. Sudden chills.
Stabbing pains. Slow agonies.
I can find no peace.
I drink two cups, then three bowls,
Of clear wine until I can’t
Stand up against a gust of wind.
Wild geese fly over head.
They wrench my heart.
They were our friends in the old days.
Gold chrysanthemums litter
The ground, pile up, faded, dead.
This season I could not bear
To pick them. All alone,
Motionless at my window,
I watch the gathering shadows.
Fine rain sifts through the wu-t’ung trees,
And drips, drop by drop, through the dusk.
What can I ever do now?
How can I drive off this word —
Hopelessness?
 May 2013 kat lykke
Morgan
I was born scared & confused
We are the same
You were born kicking & screaming
We are the same
Since day one you've been a reckless fighter
I swear some days your blood is so hot,
it could burn through your skin
I've always been a nervous wreck
I swear some days my eyes are so lost,
they could fall out of my head
But Dear,
we still held onto each other for dear life
You pulled me carelessly into your veins
until I melted with your blood
I tip toed you softly down my spine
until you grew over my bones
We spent years staying up all night
Shivering into a downward spiral
You painted your frustration under my eyelids
I painted my fear on the backs of your hands
You always knew the pain from me
Plus the pain from you
would just be too excruciating in the end
But I begged,
"I'd rather hit rock bottom in your arms,
then soar on lonesome clouds,
always looking longingly down"
Well you just shook your head
And quickly said,
"Our Hell is the love
that we feel,
but cannot keep"
Looks like you were right
But ****, I'm missing you again tonight

— The End —