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 Nov 2014 Rochelle R
Fish The Pig
Heavy breathing
Tears down face
Bones aching at the sudden spurt
no time to stretch
only time to run,
running is the most logical option
the only thing that seems possible
the only reasonable course of action to take.
run.
run fast.
run until doubled over with aching sides.
running solves a lot of problems, or so it seems,
but more often than not, it's like running on a treadmill.
going fast, going hard, but going nowhere.
most days running doesn't solve anything.
help me doctor Cuneo
help me if you can
I suspect I've got an illness
bought on by a gorgeous man

being in the same room as he
makes my temperature feverish of degree
my feminine well is hot hot hot
as he knows how to hit its spot

within me there's an
urgent requirement
to receive his healing hands
of treatment

help me doctor Cuneo
help me if you can
I suspect I've got an illness
bought on by a gorgeous man

some bed rest with
the physician will be so nice
as we blend my sugar
with his tangy spice

when the good doctor
places his curing band aid on me
all my female ailments
will quickly flee

help me doctor Cuneo
help me if you can
I suspect I've got an illness
bought on by a gorgeous man
 Oct 2014 Rochelle R
niamh
She held my hand
And dried my tears.
Comforted me
And eased my fears.
Yet now she struggles
To remember my name.
God is playing
A cruel game.
She's not here,
But she's not dead.
The future fills
My heart with dread.
She lives in her memories,
Trapped in the past.
The illness has taken over
So fast.
But I smile with her
And lend my ear
Because one day she
Will no longer be here.
 Oct 2014 Rochelle R
Heliza Rose
I feel like a ghost town
so empty
torn down doors and rancid smells
what could they be?

I feel like a ghost town
creaking hinges and naked trees
strange roads and strange noises
what could they be?

I feel like a ghost town
not a single open shop
no visitors
where could they be?
 Oct 2014 Rochelle R
Haydn Swan
I can’t sleep,
I can’t drink,
got to see a man tonight,
shivers and shakes,
imaginary snakes,
walls closing in,
heads in a spin,
body in pain,
always the same,  
I've got a need,
a powerful need.
I wrote this about a difficult time in my life many years ago, thankfully I recovered but I know for many the struggle continues.
I fall
in love
with the way
his eyes become stars
that shine in the
dead of night
when he voices his passions.
Feeling the burn of his
soul radiate
off his skin.
Savoring his energy
like a freshly baked cookie.

I become infatuated
in the way he cannot
control his expression
when his smile consumes
his entire face, overpowering
the words exploding off
his lips.

I become engrossed
in the way he can be
unapologetically himself,
wearing imperfections like
a snug sweater
making the cold irrelevant.

I fall
in love
not with the temporary
beauty of him
but with the essence of the world  
that lives inside his shell.
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