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 Mar 2013 Raven Black
Nicole
Tears
 Mar 2013 Raven Black
Nicole
I've noticed something
Over the past few years.
No matter how hard you close your eyes
It doesn't stop the tears.
 Mar 2013 Raven Black
Nicole
I don't get what you see
Maybe I'll never understand.
But you don't get it either.
When I look in the mirror
It isn't me
There is no me.
You see strength,
I see nothing.
I'm dying inside,
You believe the mask I wear.
You think you know me
But how could you?
When I don't even know myself.
 Mar 2013 Raven Black
Icarus M
It's nothing but a tickle
a little itch on your left thigh
actually your knee
scratch, but now your ear prickles
and your bangs flop in your face
it builds up until you can  no longer ignore
so you pull over...and go crazy
nails biting into your flesh
tracing white lines of chalkboard scraped skin
the short lasting burn gives way to relief
from the daily reminders
intermediate notions hinting
hey, you're alive.
So while your mind wants to meander
through marauding thoughts
of mutiny of your ship
your foot will develop an insisting itch
that you just have to scratch
till it hurts
and satisfies.
Till you realize you are alive.
Embrace the sleepless night.
The dizziness of freedom's sight.
The watchful eye of time.
The graceful presence of light.

In my pocket, not a dime.
The weight of life and its trouble
Float in my mind oh so subtle.
Nothing here is truely mine.

It all belongs to the Divine.
It all belongs to the Divine.
You asked if I think about you
You asked what I thought about you
You asked when I think about you

I told you the truth
I said all the time
I said I thought you were perfect
I said when I go to sleep at night

I think of you at night
And at 3 in the morning
I think of you at the anniversary of that time
When you held my hand
And for a minute
You were mine.

But what I never told you
Was that I loved you
And maybe I should've told you
A long time ago
So... this clearly doesn't rhyme. Should I stick with the rhyming poems and those with a pattern? Because this one is just... sorta raw.
 Mar 2013 Raven Black
Cam Stoker
Soft curvy hips
Sweet smiling lips
Eyes so deep
Kisses on the cheek
Warm embraces
Safe places
A strong sound mind
A million words kind
Heaps of laughter
The morning after
A gentle touch
I can't get enough
Curvy and perky
Spontaneous and quarky
Full of fun
Bright as the sun
Laying in bed
My chin on your head

These are the things I love about you.
 Mar 2013 Raven Black
Marian
Spring
Is the
Time when all
The roses bloom
And when buds open
And when flowers unfurl
Their very dear sweet petals
And when cool breezes caress me
And when wisteria climbs up trees

*~Marian~
 Mar 2013 Raven Black
Anon C
I too have been brainwashed
by the sweet perfume of flower fields
the rippling whispers upon a serene lake
the jagged mountain cliffs
the smell of untainted desert air
by the purest drinking water
brainwashed not by the power of money
which has ***** such beauty
stealing it away into corrupt corporate pockets
padding your silk lined suits
brainwash yourselves for your own travesties
line your own coffin and gravestones
yet you shall not touch mine
for I wish to die not in your elephant graveyard
of smoke and annihilation
but within my own promise land
that is my planet untouched
by your mark of death, greed and obscenities
 Mar 2013 Raven Black
CRH
Tonight
I need violent words.
Not the soft, sweet whispers
of syllables
meant to comfort or console.
I require a certain salty vocabulary
that will stun and shock
and sting the eyes
of the unfortunate souls
who stumble upon it.
I seek the pieces necessary
to construct sentences
that send messages of
dissatisfaction and
distain.
I want to foam at the mouth
and inspire shame.
Tonight,
I need violent words.
to make you realize how small
you have forced me to feel
while manipulating you
to feel the same.
Lets hope alliteration will settle my stomach.
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