On a little red flag from the barrel of this pistol
pointed poignantly at my temple, 
it grazes the flesh and draws precious little blood in a rivulet down my neck.
I'm tempted to pull the trigger again,
to see if the gag is still funny,
for if the next chamber is loaded, I'll laugh.
Loneliness is like a lake under freeze,
iced over and still,
and hard as fucking concrete when you slip.


Like my head on the floor,
like the door
behind you as you left,
like the doors always in front of me.
Ones I've seen opened briefly;
enough to vaguely glimpse
the trees and sunshine on the other side waiting.
But I can't seem to find my keys.
They were just here, I swear;
they were in my fucking hand.
Where the hell did they go?
Goddamnit I'm late, I'm always late.


My fist through a wall that I wish was my skull,
or you heart.
The cracks in my bones are
the cracks in the ceiling
I study as I stare soundlessly, sullen.
I only ever express my anger in solitude,
and dark, where it can be hidden
by shadow, surrendered
and silently sequestered to my hearth.
My fire is burned low and I'm running out of fuel.
It's growing cold in the dwindling light,
and I know if I sleep I'll just freeze;
better to shiver and seize;
to survive, to hope to see sunrise...


She is rising and I'm blinded,
but I refuse not to stare directly into her shine.
She breaks binds,
brings back to life my corpse with her light.
I won't let her day slip away this time.
I was told that I would know it when I see it, and I see it
star-bright, burning brilliant in the sky.
I take aim and hold my trigger-hand high.
I'm not scared of consequences;

I'm just a little gun-shy.

Rose L
Rose L
6 days ago

Sludge and blood. The smell of deep red iron
filtering through the rocks and bodies bruised to the touch.
Grotesque collections of pills and broken skin;
infections and secretions and violent affections -
Spit stained fingers and dilated pupils at thoughts thick with resin.
Waking up with sickness in your stomach and bite marks on your neck
The pull of clutching hands at strands of hair and bitten lips and sweat
Pulling deeper, sharp inhale of self-done stitches
Ripped open insides and the moment his breath hitches -
aches forever. Pulsing, swollen, bleeding on the brain
Sweet and sickly, gorgeous and gorged veins
Momentary singularity in pain.

I tried to create a parallel in this between illness and sex. I hope it shows!
#love   #blood   #sex   #killing   #murder   #horror   #scary   #sexual   #bdsm   #violent  

There are times where I wished I let you go.
No logic can hold the burden,
Taming the desire
To bathe in your presence.

A spring of lava
Warms my shell
With pain, and with

Irrational as I may be,
You inflict the wounds
That keep me alive.

Come. please.
Stab me some more.
Eviscerate me
As you will.

For I am irrational,
Void of human,
A being of lust,
At your satisfaction.

#love   #lust   #you   #me   #sex   #miss   #we   #violent  

A foot on the board and a foot barely kissing the
pavement over and over,
on beat with the pulse in the roof of my mouth.
Momentum forcing me down the winding road,
knees tucked, cutting through the wind.

What if I put my foot down going
at approximately thirty miles per hour?
Aerodynamics fail, knee snapping, body
jolting against the wind before the board
flies out from under me. Disfigured limbs,
a concussion, and a quick death upon meeting
tarmac instantly.

I know how this story ends,
so why do I still feel the urge to try?

One of my most pointless poems, but I think about doing it every single time I get on my board. Oh well.

The blood is drying underneath my nails
And it's dripping off your cheek
While you stare at me in shock
That I would do such a thing

#i   #this   #attack   #angry   #know   #dont   #from   #violent   #where   #came  













Upon blond stripes
Lie silken hooves
With ripe and gutted cherubs

Upon blond stripes
Rinse molten flecks
The Satan shakes of corporate vest
The cubic keys beneath beaten fingers and
Stinging needles in women painted

Upon blond stripes
Curls burning bible
Crestfallen to dust against a glistening tongue

Upon blond stripes
Belched mountain laughter
Shattered across
Surgical steel

Upon blond stripes
Children slept with sagging disaster and heaved
Trashcan embryos
In giggling rage

Under blond stripes
The lids close sewn
Deaf to the death of unbroken bones

Do not hurt my ego do not play with my pride
I do not accept the way you play with my ego
I know how to deal with every violent rising tide
I am ready to take every blow being in inferno

My love is my hubris my style is my way of life
Your beauty takes me from place to place to know
How one can face on his heart like a sharp knife
How blood mixes up with sacrifice just to glow

I am in darkness you are light of beautiful dawn  
All gestures and charms make me to understand
In your love my sweetheart how I be withdrawn
I need nothing else but only you are my demand

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

#tide   #violent   #rising  

How can I hold her heart in my palm
She is too young to understand love
But she is so anxious and not just calm
My innocent little sweet young dove

Time and again I tell her about the pain
But she does not listen to me but to go
On the path in the severe cold rain to slain
But her taste and flavor want to show

My sweetheart is unaware of her stance
In her warmth she wants to be with me
She is so determined to take a chance
With her waves wants to be a violent sea

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

#sea   #violent  
Alison Latres
Alison Latres
Dec 27, 2016

I've woven these bands around my heart
To keep it from exposure
Of the light of this world
And embrace the shadows that cast over

I've hidden my deviation with a smile
So it can catch your eyes
But underneath I'm hollow
And laced with pretty lies

A sickening twist would have it
At the edges of this blade
Would the reds of your essence run
And the color in your eyes will fade

I apologize insincerely
You can surely tell
I wink, I laugh, I say honestly
"I hope you've been through hell."

Because I am no innocent
I'm sinister and I'm cold
Manipulative, Heartless, Fake
Yet my false facade has sold

So again, I'll giggle
And laugh and entertain
Yet, on occasion,
one will learn I am insane

I've woven these bands around my heart
To keep it from exposure
Of the light of this world
And embrace the shadows that cast over

We're all a tad insane, some just wear it better.
#death   #people   #insanity   #crazy   #false   #murder   #insane   #deadly   #violent   #facade  
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