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 Nov 2014 Kylia
Tupelo
A Poet's Sin
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Tupelo
Paper, Pencils, and Pens
tools of my murders,
A nice ball point is my preference,
Bloodbaths in notebooks,
Body outlines in black ink,
Homicidal verses roll off the tongue,
Cuff my wrists,
I can't bare to witness anymore,
all the tombstones at the end of these sentences,
Grave digging across the pages,
Nobody said poetry was pretty.
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Erenn
Tonight
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Erenn
Tonight,
It feels calm yet perturbed
Carrying this weight of regret
Fills my heart with malevolent beats of distress
Pumping motions of prying blood
Purple tint stains as it cuts
Screaming in pain but to no avail
Help is not needed but weary the mind
'"You’ll seek what you’ll find
Beneath the shadows of imminent time.”'


Tonight,
Verged with desire
To seek the forgotten light
Above the skies and among the stars
Hidden within this immense universe
Waiting as it pours
To the ground with glinting flames
For when I will get better
I will turn all this mess
Into beautiful shades of existence
Prior to what has held to evade norms
To change what was lost
To be claimed and found.

Tonight,
To feel what is certain
Yet leading to disappointment
Crying in vain to appease regret’s misery
I believe in fate
To a whole new life’s beginning
Displeasing life to graze within its end
Without it,
It has no meaning.

Tonight,
The love we were once hurt to prevail
Learning to love and be loved again
And live in happiness until forever ends.



Erennwrites
Everynight you'll have these thoughts that will haunt you till morning.
Insomnia. Let it rest.
Overcome it.
You are better than this!
You deserve every tinge of happiness in your dreams when you sleep.
So sleep and when you wake up,
Learn to love yourself again.
 Nov 2014 Kylia
willow martz
most people
word it as if
when you left you
took all the air
with you,
but darling
you were my oxygen
tank and my
lungs are
failing.
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Penthesilea
Grey
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Penthesilea
The dark depths of a fifty shade
Whipped, gagged, spanked
Dominate to give oneself pleasure-satisfaction
A man of his words, harsh and gentle
A woman desire for more intimacy, less with earth shattering
is love in fact dark, dangerous and painful?
Does it really hurt?
Finish first book of Fifty Shade and it was exhausting XD
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Rachel Olivia
There are a few of us
Born every century
You read because you want it to validate you
We read because it actually is apart of our souls

We abhor the clichés
Of those who try to define us
By trying to be us

Don't stereotype us
We don't all love coffee
We aren't all obsessed with mountains and calligraphy
If you are like those tumblr posts
You are not us

We can't hear your overused quotes
Over the rustling of our pages
We can't hear the adults saying,
"They'll be the ones to change the world,"
Over the words becoming worlds inside our heads

Those books we treasure
Are our lifeline
Don't define us
We live and breathe
The secret air of another earth
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Ralie
I Love You
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Ralie
You lay beside me,
Your body clasped against mine,
As if we were to be separated at any moment,

You kiss me,
Your lips pressed hard against my neck,
As if it were your last chance to kiss me,

You hold me,
Your arms wrapped tight around me,
As if you were about to lose me,

You whisper into my ear,
It was so muffled that i could barely understand,
But I made out those three words which I was most afraid of hearing,

Those three words gracefully floated out of your mouth,
They sent butterflies to my stomach,
They sent shocks to my heart,
And most of all they sent words from my lips,
They sent those three words right back.
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Amitav Radiance
Our eyes see the surface
mesmerized by the gleam  
Whereas the story unfolds
under the surface
Patience will help traverse
the path between
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Wild Myths
I exist as a mirror
Wild lights have glazed over your skin
My whispers are tarnished
Our bodies a shield
Against the coming chills of a brittle wind

I linger with a breeze-like touch,
It comes out hoarse and swollen.
Thoughts  uttered with a breath of regret
Or a sigh of relief.

Your face turns foreign, a mesh of dark warmth
A light without the sun.
We’re all a wounded red
on the inside.
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Emmy
i want
 Nov 2014 Kylia
Emmy
I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.
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