Cockroaches Don't Smoke by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
Literature
Cockroaches Don't Smoke
(To peer through his eyes; smoldering nicotine embers. Shuddering beneath the firefly glow.)
His charcoal breath always went with those cigarette lips. The consequences of kissing addiction.
Tobacco-scorched arms threaten the embrace of a chain-s[aw]moker.
Baby, I remember you with eyes of periwinkle concrete. All the independent paths of your freckles, they used to mark the places we could go, the adventures we'd stumble into.
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Discerning Thoughts by cardinal-hearts, literature
Literature
Discerning Thoughts
i. Overwhelmed;
Sitting in the corner of the room,
Listening to something my brain cannot discern.
I feel the tears fill my eyes
And my throat get stuck
Like a car in a traffic jam,
Horns blowing, people
Stepping outside, what's going on?
I don't know.
ii. Thoughts;
My thoughts
So scatt
ered,
so brok
en.
Please, I need
To think clearly,
Need to see the world
As it is,
For what it is.
iii. Small;
I feel so small
In comparison
To the huge,
Amazing,
Personalities
Which fill this place
And mak
I rub my hand
Gently along each
Jagged line and instantly
Revisit that dreaded place
Which, I called School.
The constant noise
Of people talking,
People laughing... people.
That familiar smell of fresh, fried food
Begins to taunt me once more.
I pull my hand away from
Those rough lines and return
To this ruined place filled with
Shattered beings, searching for their
True essence.
I try so desperately to live wholly
But I must, first, rebuild
What those lines once broke.
I am not yet of age; I am told,
Once I am, I will be free.
I drew a portrait of us;
We were dripping and bony
Like flowers left to a grey rain.
I was muttering with chapped lips
About nothing in particular
But you knew exactly what I meant
When I tucked all my fingers in and shuddered a ghost.
I was hungry and naked
Save my twice-a-virgin flesh.
You offered me your neck
Your lips;
I accepted with an eager blush in my cheeks and lost myself in your freckled shoulders.
You were warm compared to the ghosts I had slept with
(under red sheets on nights filled with nonsense vocalism-
shivering and imagining the burning city of which she sings)
Soft as a scream, I touched you and
My back b