London Bridge is Falling Down by Irrelephantlovesyou, literature
Literature
London Bridge is Falling Down
It is one o'clock
And I have been playing Jenga
For two years, eight months
Twenty-three days, four hours
And approximately fifteen
Minutes.
I slide books from their slots
One by one, the teetering tower
Becoming more teetering
And less towering.
All the poetry books are gone,
Stored underneath my bed,
Because I love reading them at
Three thirty in the afternoon,
When everyone is doing something
But me.
One day the wall of books
Will topple to the ground,
Onto my ashen carpet, for yesterday
The apocalypse had taken place
While I was washing dishes.
I guess I missed it, but luckily
The book tower is still standing,
And i
I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
I HATE This!
I hate this.
I am not interested in nobility and bravery.
I shouldn't have to spell out what I need.
They all should figure it out, what is this like, for her?
They should know what they need to tell me.
You'll still be dependable, steady, pretty, desirable, competent.
They'd better not treat me like I'm made of porcelain,
No walking on eggshells around me. Do they think I'm weak?
Haven't I been strong enough?
Don't I always handle everything that's thrown at me?
I don't want that "kid glove" thing!
What? Me? Oh don't worry about it it's no big deal.
I'm sure it will turn out to be nothing. Oh, I'll be fine,
We managed to fit a whole year into a day. Spring sat nicely between eight o'clock and breakfast time, gently shaking off winter's frost and teasing the sun from the horizon. With the sheets still possessively wrapped around us, we crawled out of bed and looked out the window. April had painted itself across the morning sky with strokes of green, and we wandered downstairs with light footsteps.
In a breath of rain and flower-scented breezes, early summer tipped its hat at noon. Our fingers sticky with maple syrup, we groped hopefully at the memories of cherry pancakes and orange juice. A summer storm brewed past one 'clock, drenching us as t
howl them dandelion vein blues by nellie379, literature
Literature
howl them dandelion vein blues
no no no dearie
i really think you should go
all of you darksmokeyeyed faces, this is the time to, go
just go
i hope you get a little newengland cottage
and you live well enough and can always pay the bills
and you talk to his mom and she just adores you
but you'll always know
naggingnaggingnagging even as you lay in satinsheets
you'll always know your babies will die in the sea
but you'll still have a polythene smile
me i'll end up in a smallsmall apartment and
that person who i'm with will curl up with me on our mattress and
we'll get high and watch the sunstream in
and we'll have nicotine fingers and star
the little green monster by Harlequinbeautie, literature
Literature
the little green monster
It's in the smug curl of your lip
The vileness that oozes from your mouth
Insecurities tainted the most noxious color black
Eyes stained like bile, a putrid sight radiating malevolence
Flesh poisoned with the bitterness of blood
A violent red that never comes undone
The dark abbeys of the psychotic mind
A whirlwind of madness and false betrayal.
The venom of a jealous thought slowly contaminates perception
Until the lines of imaginary and make-believe exist no more.
Paranoid sings the frightful song of unearthed fears
A haunting lullaby that's whispered by the crushing weight of terror
Needing to be needed.
after the world stops spinning by ChloroformBoy, literature
Literature
after the world stops spinning
awkward:
i must be the letter K.
for kiss me in the rainforest.
for kill me with your honesty.
for keep me in my clothes.
in suspense. in (your) control.
and you, well, you're the surrounding W's.
just for the record, i hate W's.
too many syllables. not even two U's to use.
so pretentious, i'm pretentious.
you're pretentious. no you're not;
you don't even know
what pretentious means.
we're mismatched clothes--
the ones not on your floor,
but i'm not trendy enough.
you're two hip for me;
your two hips (aren't) for me.
we're compatible,
but in all the wrong ways.
evil percent signs trick us;
we'r
So a light shines and it shines upon the hearth;
Where thine angels come to mark thy steps upon the hearth.
Thus, thine footsteps erupt with vivid marks of sound;
And in the carelessness I'm found.
So the light exists but as reflected in your eye;
Where thine angels are a spark before succumbing to the why.
Sound is only hollow like the ringing of the bell;
And so too I am slowly drowning to the swells.
murder this virgin. by LostWithinDreams, literature
Literature
murder this virgin.
pull a jack the ripper and take out my pomegranate peel visceral. give my fingers to small children and tell them they are toys. dry out my spine with the parched sunlight and let the bone marrow gnaw against the scattered light particles.
because even the sun is a cannibal. she just won't admit it to her human children.
take my body to a surgeon when you're done. latch my life-lack arms around your neck, giving you weight. carry my remains like a rice bag to the floating markets in thailand. do not give a second thought to my murder. your sacrifice doesn't deserve it.
tell the magic man to wash my body with chlorine. to strip my skin of y