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Tony Luxton Oct 2015
A personal unique key
I've never been good with locks.
This depends on memory
but I suffer from mental blocks.

I need a new one
coded cryptic covert
not to be entered lightly
like a woman's purse.

I should never write it down.
I should never breathe a word.
Too much trouble. Start a pin strike.
Wear purple. Do what the hell you like.
Shannon Oct 2015
i want 75 holidays with you,
75 times you make me blush.
i want 75 languages to say the things that get caught in my throat
75 prayers and
ways to say 'i'm sorry'
i want days that end too quickly
and legs that drape in sleepy closeness.
I want 75 leap years left with you
mountains and rocks to heave with you.
75 holidays that end with dreamy
fireplaces and walks that take in
cold brisk air
and 75 sly smiles as
i hide salt in the sugar
and you laugh out the oatmeal
and chase me through morning-
i want 75 kisses,
were you lean in too close
and i feel with my palms
the brick of the wall.
and i close my eyes tightly
and get lost in the ship of
your face and your lips and
your 75 ways of breathing softly into me.
I want 75 tears to wash away.
75 times you broke my heart
and gave me doubts and fears
and wrapped them in the
ordinary days.
And 75 ways to forgive me,
and then more to forgive myself-
75 bones that creak with age
wrinkles under chins, and
merry in the corners of our eyes-
75 ways you're my best friend
and the paste of me, the guts of me.
75 % the best of me-
I want 75 more healthy days with you.
days when we remember
why we started this together.
and when the sun is setting,
oh lord just give me this-
i want 75 small kisses on your check
before i join you...
and then i want just 74 more lifetimes
to find you over again
and count this all over again.
sahn
10/6/15
i do not have this great love but i have had great enough heartbreaks to know that this is what it should be, when if ever, it is. thanks for sharing.
Nameless Sep 2015
Never again,
will my lucky numbers be:
17, 23, 19, 21...
My stomach turns,
when I turn the volume to 27.
... So I lower it to 16.
3 letters that scare me,
5 weeks for a life to decay.
One deer smiling
the other solemn,
eyes glazed over.
I am within the stars.
Orion, but without his belt.
I count the stars,
one, two, three, four----
A bug buzzes in my ear...
And I come down falling,
like a shooting start.
But it's not a beautiful sight.
And the bug,
The bug had to of stung me----
Because it hurts.
My eyes are closed...
But I have to ***.
I must make my legs leave.
Fast.
GO.
NOW!
AS FAST AS YOU CAN...
... just run?
I'm here...
The bug bite stings,
I want to sleep.
To dream,
A dream better than this!
But flash backs from the stars
Plague my mind-----.
I didn't dream...
I didn't dream a dream
better than this...
The bite is gone,
but it left a mark.
A mark the size of
a 7 to 8 year sentence.
And I used to love riding my bike.
But now...
I can't stand the sound it makes.
The seat.
The handle bars.
How at any moment,
The peddle could make you crash...
SCRAPPED, CRASHED, BURNED.
I'm safe...
'Not safe yet', Police say.
I hear chatter over their radios.
Why can't I tune everything out?
... Why lie,
But the truth was never any better.

And my eyes,
Why are they so dull and grey?
I could have sworn,
they were bright blue,
Like the sky...
But there's no color left.
3 letters that scared me...
3 letters that took away,
the color in my eyes...
Based on a recent traumatic event that I am still going through.
Mary K Sep 2015
Eyes close softly, breath slows quickly
It's like everything that mattered leads up to this except nothing matters
There's a tornado inside my already twisted head
I'm chasing tails and following trails except I'm out of my mind
Colors swirl and tree leaves sway, except I no longer can see
Laughter carries in the wind, except I no longer can hear
Numbers keep repeating themselves chaotically as I lie there still
Words are frantic, trying to send a thousand different messages at a time, and I can't even make out one
The clock ticks and its that sound that coils around
The branches of the tree and suffocates it
There's too many emotions, too many thoughts
A faulty child's toy, there's no off switch
This one gets thrown aside and deemed as "unsellable"
Somehow, though, it wound up caged here anyway
And now I'm forcing slumber to no avail
And praying for a flood to come and wash all these thoughts into oblivion.
this one isn't very good I'm sorry I can't write well
mk Aug 2015
ten** was the number of minutes you were on stage the day i first saw you & realized I'd be missing out on life if i never got a chance to know the mind behind the words you spoke

nine was the number of times i lied to my friends telling them i wasn't falling for you when every inch of me craved you in a way i never had craved anyone or anything before

eight was the number of times i almost told you i loved you that night when we spoke about life & how easy it was to lose your way while growing up, but i held my tongue thinking you would never feel the same way

seven was the number of times i saw you at school & so badly wanted to reach out and hold your hand, when i knew i couldn't

six was the class we hid in the first time you kissed me & it was as if my whole world had changed in the blink of an eye. the rebirth of love, hope & purpose in my life.

five was the time early morning when i finally collapsed after talking to you on the phone since the night before despite having school the next day

four was the date when you came so close to getting suspended from school because you just had to come see me for a couple of minutes. willing to risk anything for that time together.

three was the number of times you stayed up all night while i cried, reassuring me until I was all out of tears & fears.

two is the number of people who understand how difficult it is for us not to see each other every single day. me & you. no one else will ever be able to comprehend what it is like to live without you.

one is the number of people who my heart belongs to. just one. you. eternally.

zero is the number of times I've regretted falling hard & fast for you.
// what's hurting you, i feel it too. i mean it when i say when you cry, i cry with you //
Nicole Dawn Jul 2015
1, 2, 3, 4
I can't do this anymore

5, 6, 7, 8
Little too little, little too late

9, 10, 11, 12
Into thoughts I'm forced to delve

13, 14, 15, 16
Invisible tears stay unseen

17, 18, 19, 20
Everyone laughs, this is quite funny

They're watching the counting girl
Start to
F
     a
            l
                  l

Guess there are no more numbers
Why does no one care anymore?
Jellyfish Jul 2015
O n e   t h o u s a n d   o n e   h u n d r e d   n i n e t y  -  o n e   miles

t o :

O n e  t h o u s a n d  t h r e e  h u n d r e d  f i f t y - f i v e .

Tell me why do you have to be so far away from me?

When will we come together?

I swear, I'd wait forever,

To be with you.
saryachan Jul 2015
320 contacts,
All people I could call
Collecting numbers I can do
Know them by heart?
Not at all.
Do you relate?
Maddie Jun 2015
All through life
Society tells us
To use our words
Yet they represent us
Through numbers
To them we are
Social Security numbers
Credit/Debit Card numbers
Part of a statistic
Or demographic
Measuring our
Height
And weight
Our Grade Point Averages
Our IQ
Our Age
Yet they dare tell us that our most
Powerful
And influential tools
Are our words
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