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 Mar 2013 Tori G
LDuler
Fog
 Mar 2013 Tori G
LDuler
Fog
I remember the last time we talked
My voice trembled like a violin string
As always my mouth was numb and locked
And the phrases I couldn't utter seemed to boil and sting
I watched distraught words float by on the breeze
As I desperately tried explaining to you,
With embarrassment and unease
All we could and should be, all I dreamed and knew
Tried weaving a future from a tangled past.
I saw you through curtains of heavy fog
Your eyes bleary and glassed
I stuttered and muttered and wept and I couldn't
And I knew that I wouldn't
Give words to the ineffable mess in my brain.
I looked up, the mist breathed slowly
You walked away like a slow and silent midnight train
The sun was shining through the clouds, golden and holy
As the white haze of things unsaid weighed upon the rolling hills
 Mar 2013 Tori G
JL
A black cat crossed my path today
One day I'll die; I'm not afraid
Someday here soon
My heart will stop
And I'll be buried in a box
Back to her
I shall be
Deeper than the dark green sea
I'll be a storm cloud I guess
Or a robin
Scarlet breast
“A Robin Redbreast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage. A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions. - bill blake
...And she
dug, digs and
will forever dig her
grave as he
whistled in the dark for what seemed
past twilight
on the top of the mound of dirt or
somewhat that looked like it while
the dogs went mad and
desired to consume her but
she sang
those songs that her grandmother taught her
when the world was ignorant of
the truth
Hauntingly strange
the melody was
To a point that it defined
horror
in a way that transcends belief
He jumped down, grabbed a shovel  
resting under a pale silver light that
sounded like it was humming to
the melody of the song
For a moment she thought
her end was in his shadow
and she was right and uncertain but
he slipped and fell and screamed
to an eternal drop to
Hell...
Mek
01.02.13
 Mar 2013 Tori G
August
I'll miss you
But most of all,
I'll miss how I was,
When I was,
With you.

Before you left,
Running away,
From the memory,
Of me,
And who you were.

May the light,
Of the morning sky,
Be tinged on,
Your eyes,
*Be filled with longing.
© Amara Pendergraft

The two that mattered most have been lost.
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Daniel Kenneth
Pale skin
Red lipstick
Big brown eyes
I never stood a chance
My heart melted
It is obvious why
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