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R T Dawn Nov 2018
Every lover is a new land.

Every rise and dip,
mountains and valleys to be charted.
Every bruise and bump
signs of explorers past.

Tales,
of love and lust and
roads not taken.

From icy plains and dunes of sand
to soft dappled meadows.
Rivers and lakes of gold and tan
to sunset lit crevices spread so narrow.

Every lover is a new land.

And my breath catches
at the beauty that I
gently caress
with trembling hand.
R T Dawn Nov 2018
“**** me”
she said

As I twirled a finger;
down her cheek
to her lips
her collarbone
her *******
and more.

Slower and slower
I moved.
Lower and lower
whispering

“Soon”

Sheets gripped with talons,
lip bit with malice,
a dangerous game I played.

To grip a bull by the horns
means to eventually have to let go.
And the longer you hold on,
the wilder the ride will go.

“Soon”
I whispered,
and
“Please”
she begged...
R T Dawn Nov 2018
She hops out of bed
landing gracefully,
as her cat watches in awe.

Pillows
and covers
and sheets
and toys,
lay strewn around.

A just loved wetness between her legs,
she trembles at the first hit of her cigarette.

She is life
and it is death.

Together they dance,
a lovely silhouette.

And in the background
I cannot help,
but hold my breath.
Mariah Wynn Nov 2018
Still. In silence.
Embraced in a gaze,
my eyes are latched onto yours.
My thumb traces along the
Stubble above your lips...
I’m trapped in your wells,
I wish I could transfer
The pain, the sorrow, the anxiety.
With just one lingering gaze,
Be the host for your troubling
Disposition.
So I could deal with it for you.
and you could be set free
and lay in peace.
Sabrina Nov 2018
I want to scream
Until this emotional ache goes away
I want to yell your name
And have you tell me everything is okay
But I know that won't happen
Because she's with you
Steve Page Oct 2018
The socialist and the socialite
sat themselves down for supper.
Arthur wore a blood red rose
while Sophie went for feathers.

The socialist and the socialite
had only a little in common
and neither said much at all
about the paths they'd trodden.

The socialist and the socialite
ate with polite conversation.
He had the slow cooked brisket,
while she had the salad with chicken.

The socialist and the socialite
left quietly with an old studied calm,
but once their door was firmly closed
fast fell into each other's arms.
Opposites can attract.
Sabrina Oct 2018
I don't really expect much anymore
One day my depression will be too strong
It'll be hard for me to move on
I'll have a gun just laying there
My feet will be bare, I won't care
It'll be quick and painless
This depression will end
Because I'm tired of bending
I'm tired of trying to feel good about myself
So whether it be with a noose,
My body floating lifelessly with a rope tight around my neck
Color drained from my face and body
Whether it be from a jump from a building
The pressure of the air making my lungs feel like they're collapsing
The pressure making me light-headed
As I watch the sky and eventually drop,
One day, our hearts will stop.
One day, my mind will leave me be and let me think happy
Though I doubt that will happen,
As I will never be good enough
So dear future me,
I'm sorry if you got hurt again.
Here's the current plans,
As for now,
I'm trying to make myself feel alive again.
Sabrina Oct 2018
I hate you so much
The way you led me to believe you'd stay with me
Forever
But your voice makes me warm
I hate you
For the way you basically cheated on me because you couldn't be patient
But your laugh brings back memories
I hate you
For hurting me so bad I'm now just as possessive as you are
Because now I'm too scared to lose someone else
But doing simple things we haven't done in a while together makes me happy
I hate you so much
For scaring my heart
Making me always see you in someone else
I hate you so much
But please, love me again.
Though I'll refuse to love you back.
Mary Frances Oct 2018
When I was a young girl, I loved to watch couples getting married and told myself that one day, I'll marry a man who can give me my dream wedding. Now that I'm all grown up, I still love to watch couples getting married but instead of wishing to marry someone who can give me my dream wedding, I'd love to get married to the man who knows my dreams and love me still no matter how simple or grand my wedding will be.
Sabrina Oct 2018
I wish I had never met you
But at the same time, you taught me things
Don't trust others easy
Don't let them in easy
You left my stomach feeling queasy
Uneasy for a week
Making my heart feel bleak
I kept trying to seek your approval
Your love and your heart
Though you didn't want me anymore
So I just fell apart
You said you loved me from the start
You said it too easily though,
Then took it all back at the end
That's what tore me apart
We'd talk about our future together
Late at night when we should be sleeping
But now I lay awake in my bed at night
Alone and weeping
You were so far away so it's not like I could make you want me
She could give you something I couldn't
I wish I had never met you
But thank you for everything you had taught me.
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