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 Feb 2013 sugar plumb
Lucanna
I finally allow myself to be this
peaceful
Floating in a bath
of liquid bliss                                           s
I drained my tub of tears                e
weeks ago                                    l
And now above suds               b
of sarcasm                              b
and coping comedic       u
prism rainbow              b
I let my healthy glowing body
be clean
of all those days
***** with dreariness
I ring out
my cleansed tresses
That used to be
waterlogged with weighted worry
Warm and right out of the tumble dry
of your airy love
I wrap our soft yellow world
around my dripping body
and the fresh beauty
of your devotion
sits, settled along my
purified pores

You have allowed a baptism of brightness
into my life.
Me & my love have "bath time" these days :)
the way that your hands fit into your pockets
makes it seem like you've got secrets
hiding in the creases of your palms
i wanna unravel your white-knuckled fists
and read the braille of your fingertps aloud
to a crowd of strangers

let me type my philosophies out
along the margin of your spine
in morse code

i'm the best story i've ever told

i can hear the strength in your voice flex when you laugh
something about that giggle of yours
could iron the wrinkled mountains down
and lie them flat on their backs
along the hem of the sea

i'm uncertain if your eyes are blue
or if they're grey
either way
i have to try my damndest not to climb inside
and hide
tuck myself behind your irises
and watch the gulls go by
from that distant shore

the thought brings me terror

i've had so many nightmares of being
crushed by the ocean's mighty limbs
lost forever
broken
at the bottom of a beautiful abyss

i wake unsure that i was even sleeping

       ...i found you on the dock
whistling sailor tunes

i'm doomed
 Feb 2013 sugar plumb
Evan Ponter
I'm sorry that when you think of the past
you don't see it like i do
instead of sharing skin inside blades of grass
you don't think of it like i do
where grey clouds are always out
you don't remember it like i do
where blue skies shined all the time
i just can't help but think
you don't see it like i do
 Feb 2013 sugar plumb
Ajay
Curse you memories
grow new wings and fly away
follow breeze's song
 Jan 2013 sugar plumb
John
Things don't seem the same
When I walk the streets alone
I change a little every day
Can't really call any place my home
I slip in unnoticed
And slip myself out
I'm just like a ghost
I never make a sound

You don't know me
There's no way you can see me
I don't know myself
So how can you possibly?
I don't believe you
Your words are always falling
You're killing me slowly
But at night, I'm never bawling

I take it one step
Two steps are too much
At a single time
I can't handle very much
So just breathe
In and out with me
If you're not used too it
Just watch me and you'll get it
 Jan 2013 sugar plumb
Tatum Routt
Your head on my chest:
thumping hare and cerebral mess,
the electricity and disconnects
drove my rhythms out of breath.
I didn't know that this was you:
a tantalizing wit in lieu
of the neurological faculty to
feel my chest pounding for you.
You are a palpable glitch,
with a brute heart and incisive wit:
my form deflated under it,
I gasp, writhe, and then submit.
My eager sentiment waits for the sound
of your breath catching then and now
and I think that you'll come around
when you grasp at me and moan aloud.
But you are steadily in place,
I, silly hare running a race, breathless face
your backward truth, the callous fate,
the need you can't reciprocate.
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