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Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Every day I put on armor
I do my best to be the snake charmer
But this world full of snakes
And very high are the stakes
They coil and strike
They do their damndest to bite
But everyday I put on even more
It's such a great chore
And under all this weight I'm starting to bend
And I can't move and I can't defend
So I'll take the venom, I'll let it sink in
I'll let it course through my veins
I'll let it flow to my brain
Let it deaden my limbs
Till the light in my eye's dims
My heart will stop it's beat
And the reaper I will greet
Holey Feb 2016
Your kiss stings like a snake bite
Your way of love just isn't right
Your hits hurt more than my wrist
♣♣♣
I pray for the day I don't wake up
Because today I am hopeless
My hope disappeared,
Like the smoke from your cigarette.
♣♣♣
I wrote a letter and grabbed the rope
Ready to end my today,
and **** my tomorrow.
Hellllooooo my little saplings. Sorry about this depressing one... Its not how I feel, but writing happy poems are hard. Hope you like it :D
gleck Feb 2016
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Sand and stones between my bones.
Today the sun never shone.
Look how beautiful I am.

Chop, chop, chopped wood in the fireplace.
Don't get too close if you want to keep your face.
Be careful not to burn yourself.

It gives a certain warmth
And brings a certain want.
I would, yet I can't enjoy it by myself.

Royal blue like the winter hue.
My skin is merely bruised.
Can you still see how many times I've been hurt?

That winter depression.
Makes me want you as my new obsession.
Come in even if it's colder than outside.

Melt, melt me, I'm a letdown.
Having a meltdown.
I am melting under your fiery touch.

Snow flakes the skin.
I am in for a win.
What a special snowflake I am, wouldn't you say?

My heart is surrounded by splinters,
It shouldn't, yet it get's me through the winter.
Between my arms it's chiller, why don't you come hither?

Take a bite of me with your ice chipped teeth.
Swallow me up like a leech.
Red blood gauges from my blue veins.

Guess I'm not that royal anyway.
Hide it before you can complain.
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Too late.
You already know the taste.
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Tolani Agoro Dec 2015
Gaze into my eyes
Pull me close
Touch me
Inhale
Kiss me
Inhale
Bite me
Inhale
Hearts pounding
Sweat dripping
Knees trembling
******
Nameless Oct 2015
I question myself and reality.
Finding the worst possible outcome, then a hundred more.
When I feel safe, but then startled, I panic.
I go through the list, I made, of good things…
But, I can’t make any of the words out.
Nor can I speak, But I CAN scream.
I can kick, punch, and bite!
…Because I feel threatened!?
Oxygen fills my lungs.
Only to come out in Erratic, Choppy, Panting breaths.
I pull on my skin, to make sure it’s still there.
The others only give me a migraine.
And, I’ve only been here maybe… ten minutes.
But it felt like a LIFETIME.

& then I die, only to be born again…
                                                                                          & again.
Another English 3 assignment
Garth Lebowski Oct 2015
I call upon you my credulous friend,
My tears to wash and heart to mend.
Come pretty poison, come quickly for me.
Let me drown in the waters of a dripping red sea.

A kiss from my voluptuous viognier
What jolly feelings lie here and there?
Truly, I’m gasping for a taste of the most divine,
‘Tis intoxicating, yet much stronger than wine.

Don’t you shiver and don’t you dare shake,
Resisting would be a terrible mistake.
You are my meal, and I’m in a hunting mood
I’ve my catch of the century, and you, a devils food.

Appears I’ve found my soul in mourning yet again,
I’m hungry and thirsting for the sap of your vein.
Let me squeeze you for a moment.
Let me bite you for just an instant.

Oh I assure you, it is a matter of life and death.
I will drink you dry and watch your last mortal breath.
Lost Sep 2015
Do you ever feel like you're crumbling down the middle?
The cracks don't show,
But with insects you're riddled.
Tiny little bed bugs eating your insides, Perhaps they too are done with all your lies.
And now they've come back, to eat you *alive.
The things we say come back to bite us eventually.
Grace Radford Sep 2015
Kiss my throat,
and taste the words
I long to say to you.
oni Sep 2015
now that i have
discovered my fangs,
i hope my bite
is poisonous
i grovel until i strike
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