Sixteen Years and Sixteen Hours By emwinshi Sixteen years of faith Only one person he cared One body he touched And one heart he shared Time brought on troubles She slept through the days Always hating herself And whatever came her way No reason or cause The pain still remained No doctor could help The depression that stayed One at a time She swallowed a pill Till the bottle was gone Her pain went still She drifted asleep Her dreams were deep He sat by her side Using his guilt to weep His world seemed to end Watching his love in this bed Hoping to live that one day The vows he once said Her eyes opened slowly He squeezed her hand tight Things were going to be okay He hoped through that night They returned home Love rekindled their past Only to fade quickly The depression came fast She was a one-time thing A cheater dissolved a dream Of I do’s and I love you’s Vows broken at the seam That ring that circled her finger He broke with a kiss She left her home saddened No longer hidden in bliss Anger and hatred A betrayed heart Feelings she felt A new life to start He made a mistake This he did know He wanted her back Her love to regrow He was her support The one she leaned on When her times were tough And she needed some calm She discovered her strength She had buried with in No longer needing support She used to get from him His life become lost In regrets from his past No grasp on reality He was unraveling fast His misdeeds were forgiven She loved him too much But she still moved on Alone but in touch To this day he’s still lost His regrets are his fears He misses her touch Her kisses and tears Once she was broken But now she is fine No regrets no lost love She learned over time He was once fixed But now he is broken Searching for forgiveness In all words he has spoken _________________________________________________________________ Skeletal By wmcbride1983 And these walls come tumbling down ebbed away by this need to speak; concealed venture forth from reclusive calm display to all my true face, revealed. All these safeguards have failed me now tattered remnants of emotion laid out bare to see bruised and neglected, these feelings cry out stripped and skeletal; strengthening. But for this stand, this last embrace (and give the girl a kiss) (put a gun to my lips) (place this razor on my wrist) (fuck this parody of a dream; was it worth all of this?) I stand before the world skeletal, of my mask not a trace. Sick of the bile rising, for when the day has gone you have the audacity to call me a good person knowing not of what I've done. Cast away this affliction, this curse it is to feel love as much my downfall as hatred, spite and fear Become at once cold; now collected and from this instant I'll never be the same slipped away beyond being vulnerable Skeletal; ever will I remain. _________________________________________________________________ The Lover Left Behind By Ourosboros 1. “didn’t happen” hiding in a self-constructed cave of hay, she knows that people sometimes shadow the clouds looking for delusions or trips to hope. surely it’s all mental, and she’s alive her purple lips and eyelids a result of just not enough sleep tells herself she should sleep more, that when she awakens she’ll kiss her again, and her brain will give up its ideas of ran-over lights, red liquid streets, and damaged cars she smiles, she resolves that tonight she’ll tell the stars not to mourn, that after all, they are immortal, “she and I” 2. “the world hates you” sinking her teeth into the old dirt the flesh of the grass grasps her tongue and holds her still. tranquilize, child, tranquilize she sends a letter in her mind to the world: where do the colors of her eyes lay? are they now left to be projecting memories into her closed eyelids? where have you left her? she waits, waits, guesses everywhere and nowhere, is that what you’re going to say?! the world stops spinning, but doesn’t answer. 3. “blame the others” running from the red gravel streets, she stops to look at the cars, the people, the people. she knows that they’ve killed her, turning her body into broken porcelain that in their malice, they painted her with splotches of red here and there, trying to degrade her green-eyed Clara she tries to scream away their metal looks, to make them look away from the remains laying on the street she kicks, flips over the world, then enters their minds surprised to find no conspiracies, yet no mourning. 4. “introduction to the aftertime” crying, she flips over the page of the album of pictures that is now more water than colours. looks at the photograph and smiles, she recognizes the white sand, and remembers that day from the picnic, to the wine, to the small, but beautiful drunk kisses she touches with her fingertips a smile, two hands, a ring then the cliché sunrise background. a tear falls and merges with the waves of the ocean, adding more salt to the water reads the caption “to the happily ever after”, and smiles, closes the book, whispers “nevermind, my lover”.