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Death-throws May 2015
Burn through me like gold dust
salute my bruised heart,
through the window of my chest
Beating so slowly  
you'd be surprised that it can move at all,
Muscles contracting so tense
Im a trooper, battery powered assault class fighter
Punching above my weight so carelessly
you ******* alive
arrogant ecstasy  unravels in me ,
twirling pirouettes spit in spats  of profanity,  
give me a little more,  your not just some little *****
your a cowboy on a pirate ship whos plunging into war
head of the armada charge strait for my heart
your ambition is not lost in the fight
and though your overwhelmed with all the might  of my baggage
you spin next to me in fits of glee,
as i carry you to our carrige
fall in love with me my dear
no longer will you have to fear
your skin isnt so tight when you wear it loosely,
come hold me closer
So i can slip you out of your comfort zone
Death-throws May 2015
I wish I could write myself into your life
Erase the suffering, the strife.
Maybe when I learn to write
with an eraser,
I won't have to scratch out my mistakes
Death-throws May 2015
Yell a  little louder, I dare you
Your heart is a megaphone set to loud let it bleat its message
to  the crows and crowds alike

Your mind is a violin, sitting like porcelain  in a satin palace
Singing a somber tone to its audience of no one,
so alone.

Your spirit is a caged stalion
ready to rare, flash its teeth, grip its hind legs and stare

But in my arms you are  a puppet
so warm and soft
I have trouble believing how much you must cost

because the wears you fetch and sell have amassed no fortune
and the hearts you keep in jars have long since stopped beating

move on with me,
skip town, come dance around
free as yetis,
and just as likely to exist,

my presence unkown to you now
will be the dowry on which our lives will finnally start
And in your eyes, I might finnaly exist
Death-throws May 2015
Broken poets and Broken pens never think to scribble again
-*LG
Death-throws May 2015
Let's be sensible
Where all going to die
No lies!
I say it with either quiver nor tremble
You are free.
And sentient.
Touched with beauty
Rolled in spice
Were cracked. Fragmented
Dissary
Dissapointment.
Caress me
  May 2015 Death-throws
nicole smith
you can try to break my heart
but what damage does that do?
if you attempt to weaken me,
I can swear I never loved you.

try to play this game
I'll pretend to fall in love
I can break your heart.
**as if winning's not enough.
Oh, don't go breaking my heart
  May 2015 Death-throws
nicole smith
I remember when I first met him,
he made me smile when the clouds were grey.
He didn't leave when I yelled and yelled.
He had made the decision to stay.
All the other boys had left me,
but he said he believed that I
was the one he wanted to be there for
on days where I'd only cry.
He was always there to listen
when all I did was complain and rant.
The other boys were snowflakes,
but I swear he was an avalanche.

His love continued to consumed me,
and I felt frozen in my place.
His eyes were as bright as stars
if not brighter than the ones in space.
He held my hand tightly,
lacing his fingers perfectly between mine.
He would say, "Tell me what's wrong."
no matter how many times I replied with "I'm fine."
I remember when he whispered he loved me
and immediately after, he kissed my skin.
He told me I made him happy
and I realized I'm only happy when I'm with him.
The other boys are snowflakes;
there wasn't much to be proud of,
but I swear he was an avalanche
and I continued to sink deeper in his love.
Read this carefully to Arctic - Sleeping At Last,
you will not regret it.
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