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Zoe
Hard to miss, you can take me home.
I'd rather be anyone than to be alone.
Marlboro-stained teeth
have my lips controlled.
Don't mistake the chemicals
for our souls.

I move with the waters inside your ribcage.
Because when I drown in you,
it's the perfect place.

Softly, please, taking off our clothes:
I can see the kisses that have left holes.
You've been acid-washed
by love that wasn't stronger.
Take off your armor,
so you can stay here longer.

Your face is as cold
as the place I found you in.
You can let go of the hurt
trapped beneath your skin.

I keep warm in your fire that beats fast.
To be alone with you, it to be, at last.

Hard to miss, I will take you home.
You can be anyone, rather than be alone.
Remove your shoes, but not your heart.
You can stay here, as our world falls apart.
time has come for dear Hillary
to exit the political stage
her past performances
haven't been well scripted or sage

Americans won't mind at all
if she stays at home with philandering Bill
so she can keep his ever wandering eye
nice and still

Washington needs a true
star contender for a Prez
Hillary is too old to be wearing
the chief's influential fez

most unsuccessful was
her candidature in 2008
Democrats didn't want her
as their first mate

cameo appearances seem to be
more fitting for Hillary
so the American media can give her
a jolly good pillory

the oval office needs no more
corruption lying or deceit
obviating Hillary from the scene
shall be ever so neat
Brother, in my dreams you have always just died.
I’ve never dreamt you are still talking to me
nor are you many years gone
your absence is always known, fresh, and painful
it feels like a skinned knee
stinging red and raw and with every movement
It reopens and spills out more and more pain.

Sometimes I am at your funeral
I’m talking through tears about the things you loved
listing off:
longboarding
reading books
long conversations
a good beer
and I stop at me.
How much you loved me, how much we were alike
and our one difference-the size of our hearts.
Mine, a tiny fragile thing with room enough
only to house you and
you, who had a heart so big
your body couldn’t let it live.

It couldn't keep breathing without making your blood thinner
so that it could more easily pass through that
giant beating ***** of yours
such thin blood that kept you alive just long enough
for you to feel every bit of pain and every moment of sadness
that having such a big heart always brings
every sad thing I feel in my dreams.

Brother, I'll say to your corpse
remember that time you were drunk
so drunk that when I told you we were out of ice
you started sobbing
you sobbed on the ground and you screamed so loud,
and you said, “but where will the penguins live?”
I laughed at you, I picked you up off the floor
and I told you, “They can live with us and I’ll pay their part of the rent.”
Then I whisper to you, softly enough
So that the congregation won’t hear
I love you more than you loved everything
Even penguins.
edited.
The moment I saw you
it was if
I had never seen another woman in my life
like all the other women
I had known before
melted into one person
and quietly stepped out the backdoor of my memory
I was aware both by the amount of children in the world
and the amount of drinks being bought by other men at bars
that there were in fact other women
but not for me, the moment I saw you
they all became faded images in someone else’s head
and in mine there you were, and still are, clear as day
standing with drink in hand, mouth moving
and there I was, and still am, waiting for them to stop
just so I can kiss them
like I had, and have, never seen lips before
as the wind's currents
are changing they indicate
a seasonal shift
At only two years old I already love you
With your droopy face and stinky breath
Or your big bear hands and stubby legs
But most of al I love it when you twerk

Because of you I always have a smile on my face
Because of you my face breaks out into hives
Because of you there's always hair on my pants
Because of you I wake up at night

You drive me crazy but I still miss you
You make me feel better when I'm upset
With your loads of energy it's hard to relax
But your snoring is such sweet sound to my slumber

Again I will say that I love you
When your face bounces
When you chase people away because you look "scary"
But the thing is that I love everything

About You!
 Oct 2014 mark john junor
Skylar
Getting attached to someone
Is the one most ******
Up things you can do

Once you're attached
There's no turning back
It becomes too late before
You even realize

It is terrifying when you
Realize that someone else
Is in control of your
happiness

Because when they walk away
You find yourself stuck
Attempting to re-gain
Control of yourself.

**I Hate This
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