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 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
Beating me until I was black and blue,
Struggling for air,
And drifting in and out of consciousness.

My killer picking up the phone calling
000, and telling the operator to come
“Collect the body, I’ve killed her.”
Before hanging up and leaving me.

Leaving me for dead, as I take my last breath.
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
Yeah I killed her, but it was an “accident”
I hid her body in a shallow grave,
West of my joint at an old wood mill.
Among the dirt and all the other **** that was there, I didn’t mean to **** her,
That was an accident, we were fighting,
I grabbed her hair and she fell, Hitting her head on the coffee table,
I couldn’t keep her body in my apartment, she will start to smell,
People will get suspicious, what am I meant to say?
Yeh man I killed her she’s casually decaying in my apartment,
I skip town, for a week which turns in to a month then a year,
Until one day I hear a suspicious news report,
They found her. Her body. In the shallow grave.
Finally!... Now I guess the game begins.
Let’s play until it’s over...
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
my wrists feeling tight and also ripped apart
they've been strapped down,
my legs hurt
they've been amputated at the knee,
I try to scream
but my lips have been sewn shut,
what did I do to end up like this?
tortured.
in pain and all alone..
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
the marks you left on me..
bruises!
it was all due to some fun and games
but bruises!
you left them everywhere...
neck, belly, amrs, legs
you get the picture,
maybe they werent just bruises
maybe they were something more
hickeys?
you left me with hickeys
scratches, bite marks and
bruises .....
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Maddii Lloyd
Three letters, can cause an addiction ! An uproar, cure an craving ... S E X

Body to body contact ..

S E X

Skin to skin ...

S E X

Hickeys, bruises, bite marks, scratches ...

S E X

One word, one feeling, one taste always on your lips, and your forever wanting more ...

S E X

But that's just the thing ... It's all you wanted ...
It all you needed ...
You didn't want me ...
You didn't need me ...
You wanted *** ...


And you used me,
Had me,
Craved me,
For all the wrong reasons ...

Now I'm lying here once again .. Exposed ! For all the wrong reasons ! I'm your cure ...
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Yung Wifey
I love you sea level
and I don't mean surface level
I mean I love you as deep as the ocean
but you only see what's on top
and you are blind to how I really feel
then again, if you felt what I feel, you would drown
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
ThePoet
Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

©
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Tom Blake
I...
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Tom Blake
....am
MORE
Than
A
Photograph!
 Apr 2016 Ysa Pa
Tom Blake
I want
To destroy the destroyer
So
The destroyer
Destroys
No more!
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