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Elise Jackson Aug 2017
the silence becomes the loudest in the middle of the night when safety is no longer an option.

it becomes the enemy when you're trying to sleep, push everything away to get some peace.

it's the thing that turns you from blue to red in the blink of an eye.

turning you into a whole new mechanism.

an animated, drooling, beast of rage.



you can try to claw your way out, but there's always something in the way of getting rid of the revolting, wet, anger that boils in the cavity of your sternum.
Laurel Leaves Aug 2017
Ok so I just walked through a garden
The sprinkler went off
It was dark
The rose bushes tickled bug bites
I couldn't focus my eyes


He told me in a manic frenzy
That loving something
So indecisive felt like
Biting the air
Watching as the leaves just float away

Felt like mountains cascading towards him

I told him loving me
Wasnt suitable for anyone
Not even myself

You see I stand perplexed by the idea
That I could even be held
That anyone could even feel the sensation
Of my own still body


As I dart
Dodging moments where they lie through their teeth

Who could even conceive
My rotting body adjacent to
A mind that is inhabited by land mines

A mapped out memory of each trauma
As it crashes towards me


He said that I was easier than
Southern deserts
Stuck in the car
No AC


Forgot to mention it contextually
Do you wake it up if you cannot dispose of it later


Do you reach to touch it

If you know you can never feel it?


The sprinkler went off
The water didn't even get me wet
Yet I stood there leaking
Stood there
Thorns cutting
Every side of me.
Poetic T Aug 2017
She was wet, elated by the
feeling pouring over her..

But then, It went cold..
momentarily losing it...

Then as before a warmth
flooded over her..

She smiled as lathered up
were her moments.

Then relaxation...
        
The shower was over..
         Shouting down stairs!!

*"Don't flush while I'm in here..
Poetic T Aug 2017
Discoloured lines,
               eligible echoes
of my needing to explain...

Unrecognizable syllables of
                       understanding
That I read upon everyday.

Ink so fresh when spelt out,
                   filtering my emotions.
Dripping down this slightly torn page.

Will I ever just put a line down this
                   repetition of unspoken
words wishing to bleed silently out.

If I write that last lyric, it will sing
                 wet upon this page.
Of sorrows voice, silently spoken, now vacant.
Paul Jones Jan 2016
The storm has passed. Its     surrender was swift
as chalk wiped away     from a wet, slate board.
02/01/16
Vale Luna Jun 2017
You know I'm eager
Because I'm already wet
Before you touch me.
Phoebe Hynes Jun 2017
wet
I am humbled by the rain
The way it mingles and manages
With every tree
And pocket between leaves.

I am honored
To be collected and covered
With each available drop
As I make my way outside.

I am humbled.
I am honored.

I am wet.
Ashly Kocher Jun 2017
Little red riding hood I will play
I'll take you on an adventure as we f*ck  all day
You tease me so
Getting me close
Run your lips down
Down my body
Making me shiver
Turning me on
Making me wet
I flip you over and slide it in
Riding it slow
As you beg for more
Rub me hard
Make me drip
Ride it hard
Like were dancing in rhythm
Hearing the pounding like drums on our bodies
Screaming at the top of our lungs
**** it feels good
Slow it down as we release
Our juices flow
Taste so good
Lets go again
You take the lead
You grasp my hair
And pull me close
Better get a raincoat because
               CAUTION
            YOU
                 MAY
           GET
                WET....
Just a little something that came to my head. Kinda hot.
Vale Luna May 2017
I love to feel you
Coil around me
On rainy afternoons
The thunderous clouds rolling in
Put you in a certain mood

The soft
              pitter
                      patter
on the ground
Echoing your dark ****** sounds

Whispering to me
That sweet, demented kind of pain
All evening in bed
Leaving me wetter than the rain.
So I actually wrote this before I wrote Tired Fingers, but I randomly chose to post Tired Fingers first. Tell me which one you like better!
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