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Kerri Nov 2015
It's too late.
You're already in.
In my skin,
Crawling around,
Throwing in my face
The very truth
Of the deterioration
Of my existence without you.
Roxxanna Kurtz Feb 2015
I'm the kind of girl
who will tell you stories
of heart breaks,
and lovers,
and their tragic ends.
Then, I'll drive you madder
by kissing your best friend.
I'll have you hooked on
lust-filled-drama,
like a ***** on heroine.
And you'll try to walk away,
probably storm off in a heated rage,
and tell all your friends
how "awful" I am.
But, I know for sure,
*you'll come crawling back again.
BianchiBlue Oct 2014
in the catwalks, high above

this city, sleeping

in the parapets, twisting 

through darkened fire 

escapes to stars, lost 

in this complex maze 

the architects left 

behind - hope

runs out of the arteries

of their dreams
i Sep 2014
If we know we can not survive,
we can at least try.
because, if we don't try,
we will never know how it
feels to be **alive.
Crawling through the dark
Blinded by the light
Of past lives

Searching through the shadows
Finding nothing but death
And cobwebs

Running through the despair
Trapped inside by the smell
Of embers in the air

Falling through clouds of rage
Anger with no where to go
But back in the cage

Crawling through the dark
Lost, looking for the light
Of life once good

Escaping through a crack in the seam
Finally finding the key
In the middle of the night
Ruben M Sep 2014
Crawling down your spine
"Here you are again"
Making us feel so cold
Not like a sugar cane

Worn out from love
Beaten from giving
I find no time to reason
But here I am living.

These are the chills of love
Sending shivers to our heart,
Don't pray that it will go.
It is the feeling that you will miss most.
i Jun 2014
i am crawling
on the floor,
looking for
the dignity
i lost, when
i told you
i loved you.
Leah May 2014
I destroyed my body
for a peace of mind i never got.

It's amazing how at one point in my life
I will be extremely close with you and then
later you will become a complete stranger.
You passed me without a word,
without a single acknowledging look. But,
you were the person, who once knew me so well
that you knew all my dark secrets and saw me through.

You were the smell before the rain but
now you are the blood in my veins,
a heart without chains.
No one's going to kiss the pain away. It's miserable, tired and lonely.

— The End —