Lovebirds' Sorrow by intricately-ordinary, literature
Literature
Lovebirds' Sorrow
she was the girl with cat
eyes: broad and judging and
carnal; he was the doe
with a broken collarbone,
yet she found herself lost in
the warmth of his sighs and
asked simply for a set
of sweeter lies
[because it's only after you
sell yourself to the earth that
you learn love is not a
chemical reaction anticipating
every ignited glance and soured
word; no, it is a thing
of obligation that sleeps upon
your doorstep, knowing you
will always come back,
knowing you could never forget
its name]
he called to her on hollow
nights, and she found his
voice when she had nowhere
left to go
he was the cereal box savior;
she only needed a place
to bur
Sad is such a small word. by winterkate, literature
Literature
Sad is such a small word.
Sad
is such
a small word.
Pedants try to
expand it. To
puff
up
their
sadness
with crammed letters; lugubrious,
melancholy.
But sad
is such
a small word.
You
could slip it
in your pocket.
You
could slip me
in your pocket too,
something else
to be
forgotten.
I want to ask you
Just what you thought
When you tied me up
I want to ask you
What you thought
When you called me names
I want to ask them
How favoritism helps
The person being bullied
I want to ask them
Why they thought
I was tattling on him
I want to ask her
Where she was
When I needed help
I want to ask her
Why she helped
Tie me up
But mostly
I want to ask myself
Why I never asked.
Jenga Is a Dangerous Game by theolivethief14, literature
Literature
Jenga Is a Dangerous Game
Oh, please don't use words like "forever" and "always".
I get a little dizzy when you say them,
And my careful, precarious stack of hopes could fall down at any minute.
Though I don't and do wish you wouldn't,
You build it up, nourish it, make it grow
Each time you are kind to me.
Add a block for every smile.
Cause my heart to fly, my soul to sing;
Make me want to dance with you until the music ends...
But please, don't use words like "forever".
I'm falling.
My tower is too tall, and I can't afford
To let it collapse on me, too.
I want to make love
To your thoughts
I want to caress your secrets
Like what they are
Under our covers
With unlimited tenderness
And a touch of shame
I want to reach down your throat
And pull out your desires,
String them along
One by one
Like pearls
Until I can hold them in my hands
And admire their shine
I want to crush your dreams
Under the certainty of the future
So intensely
And so deeply
They turn into diamonds
And when you speak your words
Of love
I can admire the facets we cut together
I want to know you intimately
In ways not spoken of
Outside of a poet's dream
And to sleep inside them
Until I sleep in your
The Prison of Letters by LadyBethsheba, literature
Literature
The Prison of Letters
The problem with letters lies in their form
No matter how crude or beautiful
Each written word tries to catch our thoughts and feelings
Colorful and fleeting
And lock them into an alphabet
Shapes we have all seen before
The most dazzling script is never more than dead weight
An anchor for our flying imaginations
She used to be the one
always stuck in the sky
with only the clouds to surround her
When she is upset at the world
we can see it, and the sky grows dark
and as she cries, rain sprinkles down
covering us with her tears and all her sorrow
When she is angry at the world
we can see it, and the sky is suddenly black
and as her fury grows, flashes of lightening hit
throwing punches in the ground in all her anger
When she is happy with the world
we can see it, and the clouds slowly fade away
and as her buoyancy grows, birds dance in the sky
singing along in all her blissfulness
When she is frightened with the world
we saw it, and th