to you i am only me
beneath sun shadows &
"pretty" little stereotypes.
you hang my insecurities
from my neck like a sex thief -
stealing me from myself.
were you that hungry - starved out
from the frostbitten world
between your own thighs?
aroused & f r u s t r a t e d -
you are a bruise - purple
& ugly - there is nothing "pretty"
about you.
no inch of the cosmos
rests like a fever
beneath your skin.
You: a dead wasteland of
- cold.
i am uncategorized
space, a body of seared rose petals
& thorns.
like a burning kiln -
phoenix feathers,
i am the eye of Jupiter's hurricane,
raging for centuries.
-DP
The anatomy of my survival. by DearPoetry, literature
Literature
The anatomy of my survival.
I am machine, cold,
though I want to be devoured
like sweet blood oranges.
Scarred, crimson fruit
in autumns alleyways.
& for those unaware,
this is a freudian slip.
I have never known
the meaning of silence.
I am too loud,
not loud enough.
My knees
are their own
bruised universe
as I ask for wisdom
spread along my soil.
My branches -
they shake
with insecurity.
This cemetery cat:
I want him to hurt me.
Claw his way
through my anatomy -
into the darkest parts of me.
This is not love.
This is back-alley
romance, untamed
wanderlust &
he begs for the chance
to find it. -
He is pieces,
emotionally cursed.
A black cat,
& I am not sup
Bleak November,
cold and grey.
Winter killed Nature,
and I know
the world is bare.
Yet, indoors,
it does not show;
frost flowers
bloom beauty
on my window.
more than what it seems. pt.1 by x0xVampirex0x, literature
Literature
more than what it seems. pt.1
Gabriella's POV
I looked over at her. She was sitting beside one of her friends as usual.
I looked away as she turned around. I didn't want her thinking I was watching her.
I had a crush on her since seventh grade. I always looked over at her, seeing that smile, her laughing, made me want her more even though I couldn't. I looked over at her again. I couldn't get her out of my head. The way she's so beautiful, I could just go up to her and say what I wanted too, even though I wouldn't.
She smiled when she saw i was looking over so she walked up to me. "Gabriella" I said "Elena" she replied.
I had butterflies in my stomach j