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Nicole Corea Oct 2015
There's a leak in my heart,
Spewing out blood imprinting onto the carpet.
Can someone clean up this mess
Exhilarating pain sped through my body,
There's a leak in my soul,
Flooding the carpet with flames .
Can someone clean up this mess

**Someone save me please
Nicole Corea Sep 2015
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Rumi once said, “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Nicole Corea Sep 2015
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.
Nicole Corea Sep 2015
12:31 am
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,
Where Are My True Dreams?
I Feel A Lightness In My Chest As I Hear  
Stray Dogs Howling To The Somber Tunes,
Underneath The Blue Moon.
As I Walk Through The Dark Alleyways , I Wonder , If I Pray To The Devil .
Will He Make My Heart Ignite Into Forbidden Flames?
Will He Send My Soul Into A Empire Of Evilness, Please Mr. Devil,
Can I Beg You Devil To Fill My Emptiness With Your Demonic Blood . Your Demonic Kiss.
Never Let The Morning Wake .
Devour Your Demonic Lips Into My Flesh **** The Agony Out Of My Heart .  
I Want It All.
I Know The Dangers I Am Wishing For .
Mr. Devil , I Am A Hard Soul To Save By God.
I Have Tremendous
Waves Crashing Against My Skin .
Maybe I Am Supposed To Be Your Daughter.
Please Mr. Devil Let Me Sway With You.
I Want To Feel Lifeless ...
Fickle Flames Lash Towards My Heart.
Underneath The Blue Moon ,
Stray Dogs Howling To Somber Tunes.
In The Dark Alleyways,
I Watched Myself In A Distance.
I Can Feel My Soul Burning ,
Slowly.
Slowly Disappearing.
Reincarnating Into Black Butterfly .

Wings Of Black Soared
Underneath The Red Moon
Where Wolves Howl To Their Somber Tunes.
Nicole Corea Sep 2015
There are a million of people,
Who will be gentle with your heart.
There are a million of people,
Who sacrifice their lives for the taste of your veins.
There are a million of people ,
Ready to shake your skin with gravel .
Leaving you bruised and hopeless.
Scarred and shattered.
Sometimes you have to fall
in order to recover the emptiness.
Sometimes you can die, in order to revive yourself.
Sometimes there's one person who will leave fingerprints on your heart .
Bringing peace to everlasting war you have with yourself.

Sometimes... Just sometimes.
The person you need is yourself.
Learn to love yourself.
Before you let these million people inside.
Nicole Corea Sep 2015
I lost myself as I climb the edge of mountain.
A beautiful Inspiration point, try reaching for the silhouette where you once stood waiting for me. I cried till I reached the edge of this cliff , your heart was hidden behind the clouds . I do whatever it takes to hold your hand back into the sun. I don't mind dancing around shadows till we find our breakthrough.
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