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 Jun 2016
devante moore
He's lost
Stumbling
Pine cones crushing beneath his feet
Getting whipped by the trees
Covered in cuts
From the spiky leaves he brushed
In a rush
Running from trust
He's being chased
Hunted
His life is on the line
Gasping out of breath
He can't be caught
He rather be lost
 Jun 2016
devante moore
Teeth chipped
From when I was clipped
Love is hell
And as I fell all
All I could do was yell
And on my way down
There was no soft ground
Only the concrete
Which eventually I would meet
 Jun 2016
Walter W Hoelbling
decisive words
   take their time

they reveal their significance
   like buds unfolding
   nourished by the soil of doubt
   the rain of memory and meditation
gradually to the troubled soul

until the flower
   of loss

   suddenly
   in full bloom

makes you tremble
at its pristine
    relentless
    beauty

      * *
 Jun 2016
devante moore
Your promises were like glass
I watch them get brush off the counter
And landed on the ground with a smash
 May 2016
devante moore
Putrid flesh
Walking
More like stumbling
Down the street
Groaning
And moaning
Searching for live meat
As it drags its half decomposed feet
Leaving a trail of rotted blood
That ooze from the gaps in its teeth
Splashing on the concrete
I watch it walk on by
Passing me
No life in its dead eyes
No breath taking from its exposed lungs
Hanging from its rib cage
But why didn't it try to eat me alive
I am alive
Aren't I?
 May 2016
devante moore
I like it when you were away
It was easier for everything to be faked
But now that your here  
Everything is real again
I liked it when you were far away
Because then we could pretend
That this would never end
But now that you're here
Wanting to believe in you has just left me with fear
Please go far away
Because now that your here
Everything I felt
Has disappeared
 May 2016
devante moore
Who cares if I take and extra sip
I'm not trying to **** myself
I'm just sick
And trying to get rid of the cold quick
So I took more night quil then intended
But I'm not suicidal
I didn't finish the bottle
I just took and extra sip
 May 2016
devante moore
All the way down
I've burrowed into her flesh
Exposing part of the bone with my teeth
Yanked out the muscles
Searching for the soft meat
Peeled away her skin
Until there was none left
Clawed at her organs
Saved her heart as the last piece
Split open her chest
And watched it beat
Hopefully after I take this last bite
It will fulfill my appetite
 May 2016
devante moore
How much would you pay
If my heart was put out for display
Ready to be sold
What would you give
How much would you bid
How high would you go
Would you give all you owned
What's my heart worth
If you got out bid
Would losing to another hurt
 May 2016
devante moore
Your suppose to feel
Love
Hate
Happiness
And pain
But for the most part I'm just feeling this was a mistake
 May 2016
devante moore
This puddle I try to avoid
The uncertainty of how deep it goes
I rather not know
So I tip toe
Around it
To cautious to take even a dip
Afraid I might slip

But this puddle  
You splash in
Dance and dash through
Until your clothes are soaked
And It drips from you
Un phased by its weight
As the water tugs on you
 May 2016
Walter W Hoelbling
you feel it
when you clutch your wrist
before you cut

remember

it's your only one
 May 2016
devante moore
It's your turn to hurt
And to feel betrayed
I'm going to make sure this kills you
And puts you in a grave
What you made me feel
For you
It's going to be ten times worse
As our lips touch
I'll be thinking of you
Hoping from this angle you'll get a perfect view
My hands trace the lining of her pants
I envision the look on your face
Watch close as this unfolds
She tightens her grip on me
As I begin to unbutton her clothes
I think of you shaking your head no
I hope you disapprove of what I'm about to do
Because I'm doing this for revenge
To get back at you
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