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My heart bleeds blue at midnight. I heard owls hooting in my despair. Alone ,I lay naked underneath the beaming moonlight. I touch slowly my neck and close my eyes. Thinking of a predator I been waiting for a lifetime slowly slithering its warmth on my thighs.So preciously antagonizing my soul with its piercing eyes.It's breath is an intimidating musical hiss. I crave it's injection. Hiss between every piercing kiss.I touched myself harder as the owls hooted into the moonlight. I needed you. Imagining my predator teasing my heated skin with its cold fangs. Immensely waiting for its long hollow teeth to pierce me. While wishing, it instantly became the predator of my heart as it slither around my skin.The music began to start.Predator started to taunt, looking for the sweetest fatal bite.My soul began gasping harder, My predator, oh please prey on me harder.Slither uncontrollably, slither harder as my breaths change heavily. Predator inject itself slowly through every bite.Oh I am in love.It was perfect dosage. This is love. Intoxicating every blood vessel of my body.Every bite,I felt more yours. I instantly became weaker, your bite was the perfect dosage for the ****. It was perfect dosage.The perfect poison. This was love. The perfect *******. Underneath the moonlight , vivaciously sweating naked I screamed. Longing more for your touch.The owl hooted once more, morning has come.
I awake , I was loved for the first time.

With its injection ,
**The predator righteously own my crimson heart
This poem is about ******* with the right person . I know not a lot of people dare to write about *** so enjoy.
I see now
what they say
how love
smacks you
in the face

like an inevitable
falling leaf
or
how the moon
pulls at the
waves

love is un-
controllable
and can't be
cut away
and only
grows
incessantly with
your
every embrace
 Sep 2015 John Ashton Upston
Em E
all the things you surround yourself with sit and gather dust
the landscape of your past
shadows, icons, only that.

a room full of objects
but empty of meaning
the ins and outs of your life as if on display
but in fact, no,
they are hidden away.

the energy that once filled these shells is long gone
without this,
their relevance, their spirits moved on.

sometime ago you acquired that book,
that candle,
that objet d’art
and you thought “look at this”
and you thought “this is me”
and you kept it.
And through it, you kept yourself,
frozen,
and apart.
I want to go to California
I want to go alone
I want to drive for hours
without having to stop to answer my phone
I want to drive all night and day
I don't want anything to pass me by
I want to see amazing sights
and smile as I cry
I want to walk through waves in the ocean
I want the wind to blow through my hair
I want my past to fall to pieces in the sand
so I can bury it there
I want to run through the streets of Los Angeles
I want to smell the air in Beverly Hills
I want to meet new people and hear their stories
about how they have faced their biggest fears
I want to walk on the beach at sunset
I want to dance in circles at dawn
I want to visit places I have never been to
and do karaoke to my favorite songs
I want to stroll down memory lane in Anderson
I want to jump off of cliffs at the lake
I want to swim from one island to another
and take in the views like a great piece of cake
I want to chill next to the Hollywood sign
buy gifts for the people I love
I want to make my dreams come true in California
and eventually call it home
I know I will never want to leave California
but I can always go back whenever my heart calls for it
California is a place of possibilities for me
and I cannot wait to one day be a part of it
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: August. 19, 2011 Friday 10:29 AM
I am not Ms. popular
that is okay with me
I honestly do not like attention
unless it is my friends who give it to me
I am no beauty Queen
that is totally fine
I like the way that I look
I have no problem flaunting what is mine
I am not the one all of the guys want
I like it that way
It is nice to go out and have fun
without getting hit on everyday
I am not 100% anything when it comes to stereotypes
and I don't want to be
I like the idea of being open to anything
that way no one can label me
I am not a *****, I am not a troublemaker
I do not sit around letting others peer pressure me
I am someone who drowns out all of the negative noise
while following the beat to my own drum
I am the one who stands out in the crowd
by choosing to be the odd one
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: September. 8, 2011 Thursday 8:19 AM
I wonder what heaven is like
is it really great as it seems?
Is everyone forever young and beautiful?
Do you meet people from your dreams?
Does God really hold you in his arms
as he welcomes you home for good?
Is heaven really full of love and hope
or is it sadly just misunderstood?
I wonder if it snows in heaven
Winter is my favorite season
I wonder if I were to sit on a cloud
would God sit next to me and tell me that he loves me for no reason?
I wonder if you have thoughts in heaven
and if so do bad thoughts disappear?
I wonder if you could really fly
even if flying is your biggest fear
I wonder if God would even let me into heaven
he really should send me to hell
Where am I going to go when I die?
Right now I can't even tell
I don't know what is going to happen to my soul
when I take my last breath for good
Is there really even a heaven?
Maybe I should go find out
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: September. 12, 2011 Monday 9:28 AM
did i just stumble on a bunch of coincidences
or is something more at play

is it dark or is it light
i'm so lost here in the odd digital world

the moon kept calling me
but i kept answering you

my heart beating faster
becoming more scared by every minute

these black words come streaming out
through my eyes and into my heart

what is it doing to my soul?
after one very odd and wackily intriguing night
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