[x]

Breathe AgainInhaling the sweet oxygen of your breath
as I emerge from the dark depths
of the past,
of my mind,
of him.

Struggling to stay afloat,
scrambling for purchase,
I grab for anything
anyone
and you are there,
wrapping me in the warm embrace
of comfort,
of safety
and I know I can breathe again.

I Never Understood Math Anyway Monday: I am 100% his.

Tuesday: He is only 67% mine.

Wednesday : (me - him) = nothing

Thursday: Struggling to crunch numbers, so that he and I are one

Friday: There's another hidden variable.

Saturday: (Me + him) her = (She + He) I

stale dinners and cigar smokeYour bruises
              adorn my ego
like the paisley print
                              rimming
               my great-grandmother's china

and I am left with only fleeting memories

Hollow WordsHollow words
                   drip
from chapped lips,
                            f
                           a

precautions.you hold on to her, a bit tightly, but it's just a precaution.

[a little boy sees the man on the stone wall, face turned towards empty space beside him, hand grasping onto thin air, as if around an invisible shoulder. he watches as the man whispered something, as a tear slides down the man's face, and as he leans towards the space by him, and kisses the air.

then, the curious little boy heads over to the wall, clambers up, scraping his tiny hands in the process, and prods the man's shoulder. "excuse me sir, but why were you talking to yourself?"]

you hold on to her, but it doesn't work out anyway.

RealizationAnd we never talk anymore
uncrossable paths that twist and turn
journeys cut off by an angry twist of ocean

And I am left, digging my toes in the warm sand along the lost seashore,
sending half-hearted prayers through smoke signals.

but you will never come back, (they never come back).

Science Has Declared War             -

         I cleansed the residue beneath my nails and I must confess I can taste the exasperation swelling.

Your core is engulfed in indulgences that I created on New Year's Eve; we celebrated the hour we conceived our primary pleasure.

You had and still obtain celestial mobility, but they're dressed in your overflowing despair that you left running in the bathroom sink.

         Those chlorine kisses are to die for so why don't you demonstrate them anymore.

The Letters Never SentDear Jamie,

I got your letter last week. I've been meaning to answer for some time now. I've been busy.

No wait, that's a lie. I haven't been busy at all. I just didn't want to answer you.

You spoke of your troubles, the abortion, the guilt, the depression, the hopelessness and the self-hatred.

And I wonder why you're writing me. You should know better. Or maybe I used to be more of a good person than I am now.

I don't care about your problems. I wish you would leave me alone. I don't give a damn if you're hurting. It's none of my business, and I have no intention of making it so. Your letter, quite frankly, made me mad. You should know

you've got me congested-

you got vengeance engraved along your forearms and have your bowels showing on your outer shell.

i have your heart in an incubator, residing for it to hatch while you plan your next bitter tattoo.

i drained your ocean tinge plasma and refilled it with mine so you can fancy me.

now you mentioned you got a fresh, pulsing organ because you suspected I'll con your petty intelligence.

but I'll pretend to acknowledge your clever assumptions and order your jaw to kiss me and since you're diagnosed with Alzheimer's; you will.

suddenly, you started to remember our past lives and realized I murdered you twice before.

i won't this time; I pledg

Treasure of the UtmostUnderneath the blistering sunset sky, we are melting (melting she cackles), because our kind has never been pure enough to withstand the strength of the heavens.

And the people stare until I am sure she will wither under their gazes (their hateful, fearsome staring), but she doesn't. She's stronger than that, stronger than me

And the leaves rain down around her and she smiles like angels.
And I know (and she knows), she'll taste like heaven on my tongue (or rain and sun and sky)

Train WreckWe were never one of those saccharine movie couples
Who kiss in the rain
Who'll grow old together
Whose relationship is a bland and beautiful journey
Full of love and sunshine and rainbows and butterflies.

Not us, baby.
We were the train wreck.
We had flying sparks and the shriek of twisted metal
And tongues of flame dripping ugly words
Licking at bubbling lead-based paint.

Sure, we had fireworks.
But when we looked closer they became bombs
Bursting in the sky and tearing through flesh and bone.
And our blazing shooting star,
Burning up the night like gunpowder,
Was just a lump of rock destroyed by our atmosphere.

They all not

i'll wipe your tears away.my veins are
filled
with cyanide and happiness and
you can't make me
sad today.

-

i fell asleep thinking it
was
thursday but it was friday and
i didn't wake up
until sunday after-
noon and we sang.

-

and how are
these conformists finding
our hiding places and
the secrets of our
minds, we can't hide.

so we dance in the streets from mid-
night till dawn and we
swore we'd never be
sad
again.

Roy G. BVShe is a myriad of colors
                               shocking
                                              across the spectrum of my soul.
No ordinary words
              could describe

the darknessthere are different types of darkness.

there is the star-lit one, when you look up at the sky and count the stars. that one safety you have since childhood and continues to be until you die.

then there is the darkness behind you eyes that emerges every time you close your eyes. the blind darkness. the one that is always there, the one you can choose when to enter and leave it.

and there is the sleep. the darkness filled of dreams, beautiful and horrifying. the one when you breathe without thinking, where life seems to go on while you're unconscious. the one you always wake up from.

and then there is the darkness in which I am in. the suff

raise a family with a strangerlet's grow each other together.
we'll adopt twenty-six kids: one
for each letter of the alphabet.
the first thirteen will be girls;
the last thirteen will be boys.
we'll neither give them middle names,
nor use uppercase letters. and they'd
be ours.

leslie and oliver and victor and ellen
would be quadruplets; they'd form
hearts with their hands and smile
with their eyes closed.  they'd be
our favourites, but we wouldn't
tell them that.  we wouldn't tell
them that, but they'd still know.

sure, we'd go bankrupt. sure, we'd
go insane.  sure, we'd go everywhere
at all hours at all ages but at least we

Browse More Like This

Download File
HTML, 729 bytes more ▶

More from ~Chillyjilly23

The Whispering The wind whispers
and I swear
it has your voice.

I Cry Pretty                   "At least you cry pretty."

          Poor attempts at consolation
                as the soul splits
                       with sickening twists:
                       &

WaitingAwaiting your return
impatiently,
toe-tapping frustration.
And all I can do is pace
back
and
forth,
repetitively rubbing raw footsteps
into the woodgrain of the foyer,
loneliness echoing in hollow halls,
knowing you will never return.

BurnThe men
that cause fireworks
to dance along eyelids
always leave a mark.

In Case You Were Looking:In case you were looking:

for a simple shred of sanity to stabilize the swirling seas,
for a luring lighthouse to lead you home again with it's lilting lullabies,
or for a motherly maid to move in mesmerizing patterns in your eyes,

you've looked in the wrong dark alley.

But available:

there is a damaged damsel with dirt smeared across her spattered face,
who will love you when the facade fades and familiarity is found,
there is a lucid dreamer who will brave the deep when the lighthouse has gone dark,
and there is tone-deaf, tripping tease who will pirouette in the moonlit meadows
with you.

View Gallery · View Prints

Featured in Groups:

#100ThemeChallenge
Can you handle it?

#Scribblers-Anonymous
your ever-friendly lit club!

#Acid-Burst-Love-Fed
The Acid Burst Love Federation

#poetry-book

#LoveLiterature
Submit And Read Love Literature

#Authors-Club
Where We Live to Write

#EmotionWriters
A place to express yourself

#Browsing-Literature
No Fuss

Show all (18)

Details

Submitted: March 23, 2010
File Size: 729 bytes

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 9
Favourites: 19 [who?]
Views: 392 (0 today)
Downloads: 12 (0 today)

[x]

At least we tried

by ~Chillyjilly23, Mar 23, 2010, 8:05:24 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Free Verse

"Let's stop this pretending" she whispered between wine-flavored kisses that stained my lips with hers, sharp fingernails marking my arms with crescent moon memories of forgotten, faded nights.

Her eyes engraving themselves in the cement of my mind, terrified, empty globes that pierce the fragments of sky that filter through the closed blinds.

And I know, and she knows, we're hiding, always hiding.

We've only ever belonged in the dark gaps of stairways and the lonely, empty space left on library bookshelves,

but with grasping, clawing fingers, we tried.

God, we tried.

At least we triedby ~Chillyjilly23

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Free Verse

Written for prompt 28 of

sorrow

Not really based on sorrow, but I think it's a sorrowful piece of prosetry. Eh, whatev.

Trying means everything

~alyth3cat Mar 25, 2010

It is sorrowful that both being gave something all they had and all it amounted to was hiding in empty stairways and musty book shelves.

~Chillyjilly23 Mar 25, 2010

I thought so.

!Uncripted Mar 24, 2010 Student Writer

It's rare that a piece will leave me speechless, but you have accomplished such with this. The feeling is bestows upon me is more complex..... at least to me, than anything I usually read.

~Chillyjilly23 Mar 24, 2010

Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad that it left you speechless and bestowed some sort of feeling.

!Uncripted Mar 25, 2010 Student Writer

Just keep up the good work

~RaineDrops18 Mar 23, 2010

I like it. Esp. the belonging on stairways and bookshelves line <3

~Chillyjilly23 Mar 23, 2010

Thanks so much!

~Wraithrot Mar 23, 2010 Student Interface Designer

aww I like it.

~Chillyjilly23 Mar 23, 2010

Thanks!

More from ~Chillyjilly23

Featured in Groups:

Details

Statistics

At least we tried

At least we triedby ~Chillyjilly23

The Journal Portal

Polls

What is your preferred drawing software?

deviantART [dee·vee·un'nt·ART]

Keep in Touch!

Deviousness

Add Media

Style