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575 · Aug 2016
Love #17
Love..... love is like a drug
it ***** you up, mentally, physically, emotionally
yet... we crave it, we crave it because it's so ******* addicting

I remember the first time I fell in love
It tasted a lot like cherry, with a hint of lime
It wore a short, little pink dress
Brown skin and black eyes
I stared at it.... And I thought about
For hours on end….

love has a face
a disturbingly beautiful face
a face that could **** you
and with a single glare,
You've just committed romantic suicide......
568 · Jul 2016
Love #36
With barbed wire wrapped around our heads
we solidify our union with paperless rings....
561 · Oct 2016
Love #1734
560 · Aug 2016
Reality
It's almost midnight....
usually this is the time where the thinkers think
and the dreamers dream, I'm not a dreamer
so I must be a thinker and sometimes I overthink
I overthink to the point where I can't sleep
because if I sleep, I dream and if I dream,
my dreams become a nightmare.....
553 · Sep 2016
August 24, 2016, 9:31 P.M
August 24, 2016,   9:31 P.M


There's something beautiful about
broken households, alcoholics
hangovers and chaos in general
there's a sense of beauty....

It's beautiful because it's like car wreck
it's horrible yet you can't turn your eyes away
within that fiery metal and twisted pile of flesh and bone
lays a story, it's like poetry, it's poetry because it's real
brutally real, it makes you feel, it makes you think
you think about how it happened, where did it happened?
when and why?

It's beautiful because it hurts
it hurts and sometimes we need to feel pain
in order to grow, it's perfectly imperfect
like life, that why broken households
car wrecks and heartbreaks
will always have a better plot line
than any Cinderella story ever could....
it's real and people like real....

                                          (Antonio Ball)
552 · Jun 2016
Love #16
Snorting rainbows and swallowing capsules of compassion
I want to overdose on love....
541 · Dec 2015
Echo
The wind utters it's weary lullaby
a tender serenade of a newly slaughtered body

Blood.....
dripping into the soil, savoring the nutrients
sweet....

but bitter....
539 · Jan 2016
Life #21
Life and death walk hand in hand
it's a love affair, with no signs of ever ending
534 · Feb 2017
Sober Minds
When I saw the bottle of whiskey hit the back of his throat
it was like the devil making love to his tongue....
534 · Jun 2016
Love #32
We enjoyed our soup and bread
the occasional kisses topped off with soulful glances
burning into our hungry hearts....
530 · Jun 2016
Love #6
With the smell of fruit
she taste like strawberries
her soul, sweet as an orange
leaving a bitter aftertaste of memories on your tongue....
529 · Aug 2016
Life #71
As the sun sets on another day
we reflect upon our most current of events
thanking god, that we have lived
to reflect upon these events for another day....
528 · Apr 2016
Love #11
Her heart,  I held in my hands
and slowly, it melted at my fingertips
526 · Jan 2016
Love #8
She showed me more love in 1 hour
than most did in 20 years
526 · Apr 2016
Love #38
To feel your warm, tender body caress my chest
slowly melts my frigid heart....
526 · Feb 2016
Untitled #21
518 · Aug 2016
Love #37
With every kiss, I taste the sadness of her soul
I'm addicted, I crave more....
515 · Jul 2016
Love #104
Slicing the seams of my overstuffed heart
and bleeding out meaningless love.....
513 · Oct 2016
Love #1053
My love was an illusion, a ****** up illusion
what chance did I have with someone as beautiful as her...?
506 · May 2016
Life #9
We're flowers, blooming in the midst of a minefield....
504 · Feb 2016
Love #25
Those vinous lips I used to kiss
are now kissing another....
501 · Jul 2016
Reflections
Gazing at the cracks of my shattered mirror
reflects the echos that haunt my tortured soul....
500 · Nov 2016
Quote #563 (Hate)
I never realized how much hate is in this world
until I stared at the eyes of a little girl
whose face whispered innocence yet whose  soul
screamed contempt....
497 · Jun 2016
Rosaries
488 · Jan 2016
Life #25
Between the realms of heaven and hell
life seems like purgatory
485 · Feb 2016
Love #61
Our minds were fuzzy
stomachs filled with butterflies
lips touching, and hearts set on fire
481 · Mar 2016
Memories Of A Necrophiliac
I stared at her with amazement
she looked like she hasn't aged a bit
she had the same silky black hair
mixed with those beautiful blue eyes
her lips were still tender and moist
but her hands were as cold as ice
I remember the day she died
I was holding her in my arms
the tears fell upon her breast
and the blood dripped from her mouth
her lips were chapped , her arms filled with cuts
scrapes, lacerations and stitches
and her baby blue eyes had gone gray
I remember the day they buried her
the purple silk sheets hugged her form
and the long flowing black hair had return
she look like the girl I fell in love with
she was the girl I fell in love with
she was my everything and still is
but If I could not have her in life
then perhaps... I could have her in death...
474 · Jun 2016
Love #39
I've overdosed on kisses,
and found a detox for hugs....
472 · Apr 2016
Life #61
I don't have a problem with dying,
I'm just carious about when and how?....
472 · Jan 2016
Drink
Stale bourbon and bitter whiskey
shotgun shells and yellow tape
such a contradiction, yet so similar
468 · May 2016
Love #91
The greatest days I can remember
were when the ring slipped on the finger
and when my wife dawned her white dress....
462 · May 2016
Love #66
Love is a long and winding road
with plenty of potholes....
460 · Jun 2016
Love #5
One hundred million butterflies,
swarming at the seams of our love struck souls....
459 · Jun 2016
Love #8
449 · Jul 2016
Stain Glass Windows
Bullets bouncing off of wet concrete
still hot to the touch....

Outside my window, a sea of blood
millions upon millions of pictures plastered over television screens

Outside my window, bodies laid bare....
white eyes and frozen skin....

Stain glass window, one hundred million faces
outside my stain glass window....
438 · Jun 2016
War #99
Our wives have become our grenades

                                                     and our sons have become our bayonets


the battlefield has become our home
437 · Feb 2016
Love #16
427 · Apr 2016
Life #7
Close your eyes, hold your breath,
and plunge into the pool called life....
425 · May 2016
Life #71
A hot summer day, the roar of police sirens and
a lifeless body, cold blood evaporating on the pavement....
398 · Jan 2016
Love #12
She took my breath away
But I would have never imagined that she would take my heart....
397 · Feb 2016
Passion #41
Her lips had the familiar taste
of wine, cherry lipstick and blood...
397 · Feb 2016
Reality #11
Her lips caressed razors
and blood was her lipstick
378 · Jan 2016
Love #4
I laid bloodied
bloodied by own hands,
the same hands that grasped her throat
which grasped my heart....
357 · Mar 2016
Love #17
356 · Feb 2016
Life #26
354 · Jan 2016
Love #10
We are prisoners of love
wishing to break free from the shackles of heartbreak

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