Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jun 2017 positrxnicbrain
Eloi
Thin, gaunt and brittle,
eyes blue, blood begins to trickle.

Fingers stained by cigarettes and dirt,
Self inflicted malnourishment,
your body hurts.

Mind like a spiderweb,
you're trapped inside,
destined to die there,
until the end of time.

you're beautiful,
a delight to the eyes.

However, it's miss leading.
i saw you on the pavement bleeding,
sickened by the thought of eating.

Starve again, day by day,
until any weight fades away.

Using drugs as a way to lose weight,
as well as using them to keep your mind straight,
there's nothing left of you,
the pain has become you,
you'll die in this state,

*it will be your fate.
this poem is written about myself,
and the struggles that I've one through, and am still undergoing.
The unnecessary repetitions
of your bodies breathing
it climbs the stairway
of the spine
tripping over and over
on the same creaking step
of disbelief,
****** knees
find themselves in missing sheets
that hung from the seems
on backyard linings
until the ghosts of the ground
took them for their sacred dinings
reminders written into sticky notes
posted on the walls of the skull
There are holes in the soles of my feet. Open,
bleeding holes. Their edges
are crusted with salt. Their silence
says everything about the nature
of my pain. I'm like a mermaid,
cutting my tail in two just for a shot
at somehow finding happiness. Feet destroyed
from the hot glass I walk on
to find you, hair clotted with blood
and heavy with agony. My legs are long
broken. They fall to the floor
at all angles, shuddering screams
tearing the earth apart around me like weak
skin being ripped open by a thousand claws.
Ocean waves drag my blood back with them,
possessive and snide,
waiting for me, wretched and pathetic, to die.
~~ I'm a mermaid drowning on your shores. ~~
 Jul 2016 positrxnicbrain
Luna
It has been 217 days since you decided to leave but why is it that I can still feel you pulling me into your arms every other night?

I have been rubbing the walls of my bedroom with sandpaper, hoping it could remove any traces of you that are left...
I did the same thing to my skin

Everytime someone asks me when will I see someone new I try my hardest to hold my breath, resisting from answering

"My heart"
Sigh
*"He still has my heart"
Written some time ago.
I stopped counting
Killing herself slowly, silently,
unceremoniously.
The glowing ember perched between her lips,

She breathes fire.

No blood pooling on ivory wrists,
no pill bottles scattering the floor,
just dark eyes and a chain around her neck.

Pulling the world into her lungs,

She breathes fire.

Her watery eyes sooth her raw throat,
as billows of lies escape
her red painted lips.

Flames lick the inside of her palms,

She breathes fire.

With a sad smile and slight shrug,
knee high socks and a black heart,
ashes to ashes, she inhales,

breathing fire

as she burns.
 Sep 2015 positrxnicbrain
Elise
him
 Sep 2015 positrxnicbrain
Elise
him
Everyday he looks at me
his icy blue eyes stare deep inside of me
deeper than even I have ever looked.
He holds me
He holds me as if I was falling into an abyss
and little does he know I am
But he listens to me
and he listens so intensely
he grasps on to every word I breathe
as if it might be the last
and maybe it will be
And then he kisses me
and he whispers into my rosy hot cheeks
that he loves me -
- every last fibre of my being


*and I wish I could love me too
wants to take a shower in your blood because bathing
in it has already been done.
(Ted Bundy asked how you were doing,
and I replied, "still alive, unfortunately.")
 Jun 2015 positrxnicbrain
niamh
I want to bite the flesh of your words
And let the juice of your truth trickle down my throat.
I want to inhale the scent of your joy
And graze upon your sadness
I want to devour your pain
And consume your pleasure
I want to feast on all parts of you
And relish every mouthful
Until my belly can take no more
Next page