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Toothy Mar 27
The poets got something right about love.
It is like nothing else.
It is huge and soft and and rose tinted as a single cloud spread across acres of sky at dusk.
To love is to be as defenceless as vapor in the wind.
It is slow wisps of smoke rising from sweet burning spice, each a strand a piece of your soul in all its complex beauty, knowing it could be torn apart with the wave of a hand.
Impossible to contain, to control, to protect. A breath in the wrong direction and its gone.

The poets missed the part where love ruins you.
Where it is agonizing and it is torture.
It is desperation.
It is nauseous vulnerability.
It is the faithful worship of a fickle god.
To stand at the altar, and pray for mercy.
Beg to be blessed,
Plead to repent.
Despite the deep red sin that has sunk into my skin like ink,
You have made me a disciple,
You have found my fidelity,
So I will fall to my knees and ask for forgiveness.
For although I thought I'd always be a heathen, now if I were to lose my faith I would lose myself.

Longing and hesitating, I'm so indecisive.
I've never felt fear like the fear of losing you.
I want to coil around you like a serpent,
To hold you with as much as of myself as I can.
To wrap and weave our limbs until we are intertwined, constricted slightly.
I want to plant my teeth into your shoulder and affix my jaw, unrelenting.
To sink into your skin like ink.
To mark myself a part of you.
I know you've always wanted a snake tattoo.
You know I've always wanted to live in your flesh.

You drive me crazy, utterly insane.
When you hide yourself behind arrogance and apathy,
Nonchalance like siren.
You have me in your clutches so much so I could shatter in a moment of hostility.
You make me wonder where my defences went, my endless fortification.
I stand alone unsurrounded, face to face with you.
When you open fire, when you shut yourself in.
I am powerless. I am at your mercy.
It is thrilling,
It is torment.

My thirst for you is relentless.
I scratch and groan like an addict.
You are my vice.
I can't get by without you.
After I've pushed my boulder up my hill all I need is a moment with you at the peak to do it all again.
I'm not used to respecting my vices wishes.
To letting days go by without a taste.
I close my eyes just to savour the cravings,
when they are the closest I can get to you.

You are my assailant and my sanctuary,
My sin and my scripture,
My addiction and my sobriety,
You are my everything.
And I am never happier to be me than when I am yours.
Raven Feels May 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I don't even know if I am her anymore:\

I am silenced beneath
dropped to rage in peace

I am aloned born
crafted head lonely worn

I am abused again
manipulated in blind to the said

I am saddened depressed
repressed too much till death

I am nightened a lot
mooned in the soul shot

I am painted black
darkened no rainbows seen back

I am cried tears
abandoned for good of fear

selfish no one cares
to see how human small I mere

Kamilla Mar 2021
I fear that one day, I will run out of words.
I fear that there will come a time
when every word I speak, write or think falls flat and bland.
That the meaning will be stripped,
and all intentions will be rendered dull after years of use.
My writings and work will be repetitive, a pointless task… a fading chant.
The cycle continues, with no way of slowing.
I drag my feet, digging them into the earth,
but still it moves. My heels are so ******, and my blisters are festering.
My fear is already growing so large,
that even before half of my life has gone,
my words have already begun to run out.
How am I fading so quickly?
How long until I vanish completely?
Will any part of me remain?
With everything I have barely done.
I’m beg, beg, begging you. Please.
I need my words to linger, just a little longer.
CupcakesArePink Oct 2020
knowing the shadows are there
insisting that they are not
love has left me
love has left me lost

make me happy again, im begging
end this sadness before it ends me
imagine, right?
Too quiet
Too dark
Too silent
Too far

Walls seemed to continuously cave in
I kept on hearing sounds nobody can
Then darkness came, fear started crawling under my skin
I badly want to scream for help yet I just can't

Anyone who listened to my story
They'll either listen or ignore me
Or even both probably
No one just takes me seriously

It's been giving me nightmares
Unbelievable fear of time is what I got
Knowing -ber months is coming may be other's time for celebrating
But it's months of nightmares and inevitable fear to me

Can't breathe
Can't laugh
Can't see the light
Please stop

I beg for someone to help me
Only one remained and believed me
Others left out of disgust or fear
One includes my parents, it saddens me

I need some ears to listen to me
Some open mind to believe what's happening to me
A person who knows what's it like to feel the fear I've been living
Someone I can truly talk to and give me understanding

But even so I already found that person by now
It still haunts me whenever I close my eyes
It's hard to live with it you know
Every now and then they'll pop into my thoughts and take away my happiness

It draws my tears out of my eyes
It gives me shivers down my spine
The fear I kept on feeling whenever I am confined
Not only in darkness but in my very mind

The riddle was not yet answered
This mystery is yet to be solved
And here I was waiting for its end
Hoping it would leave me alone and live my life again

But just how **** unlucky am I
No one seems to understand how I'm feeling
My parents would always avoid the topic if I ever start bringing it
I felt so betrayed and confined

I can't believe I see my own home as my prison
Yes we're all together yet I always feel alone
School was also not an exemption
Everything just felt so near but still so far like a different dimension

Laying on my bed
This very afternoon
Rain drops pouring down
Moments after 12 noon

Still so bright outside
Yet my room seemed so dark
Loneliness looming over
Happiness crushed like pieces of broken glass on the floor

Too quiet
Too dark
Too scared
Too silent

Please save me
My heart is begging
Please hear me
My mind is screaming..
AestheticAbi Jul 2020
stop I begged
I'm only twelve
I constantly said

Leave me alone
please I'm not the one
you want to hold

I guess I asked for it
even after I said
I didn't like it one bit

I guess what I didn't know
was everything meant yes
especially when I begged no

He touched me in places
and gave the
most horrid faces

he even wanted me to call him daddy
but the worst part of it all
is I couldn't bear to tell my mommy

so I'm sorry I posted pictures of myself
I just didn't know hed text me saying
hed think of me when touching himself

I didn't know a bikini
would hurt me so much
especially because I'm not skinny

like the other girls he said
I'm far from them
as he laid me down in his bed
Dinesh Padisetti Jun 2020
On dark & destructive days
I lay there in despair
I'm such a ******* fool
Nothing but a Narcissist's tool

I suffered like a chic in an egg
Couldn't survive & had to beg
I had no shame
I have nothing to blame

Everyone begs one day or the other
Kings beg, Gods beg, Priests & Politicians beg.
We've all begged for something or someone at one time or the other
Its nice to hear children laugh.
Not until its 1am.
my kid always disturb me with laughter
not but at the mid of night.
i went to her grave to beg her.
Neither will she listen to my apologies.
Folorunsho mike iyanuoluwa
Shannon Delaney Apr 2020
my heart has always been bigger than my mouth
begging for mouthfuls of affection when all I can manage to swallow are nibbles
this was supposed to be a play on your eyes being bigger than your stomach but it really doesn't make sense. i still published it anyways oops
Jenish Feb 2020
On the streets where striplings beseech
Sweet benign breeze swept my tears dry
For some nibbles, they beg and preach
While some granaries choked and sigh.
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