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Star BG Apr 2019
Once bite by the writing bug,  
there is no cure.
The ink substance gets into bloodstream
causing one to be drawn to pen like magnet.

You could try ignoring its symptoms
where **** get expelled from darkness of night.
Or try to resist its temptations
as experiences of life mount
and
a strong drive develops
at any hour of night or day.
Resistance is futile and inevitable.

It's sting is known to cause bouts of dizziness,
pain and a fever from life if one hesitates too long.
And, once started time seems to stop.

Eventually it subsides to a dull pulsation of heart
but, it's always there to grab you until you purge a poem.
Throw up what you stored in your cells and mind
so peace can follow.

Doctor Star has spoken.
Inspired by a chat with Donna a gifted writer. Many thanks
Poetress2 Apr 2019
A Snake in the grass,
is very sly and cunning,
and ready to bite.
Shea Apr 2019
Have you got something in your teeth?
A phrase you've just got to say?
Your tongue is too fast for the cat.
And alas, you arise with
What was meant to be a kiss
But turned to be a bite
And choked the cat faster
Than the fact that
The cat is meant to hold you back.
But no, you prefer the sting,
The bite, and the burn.
Shy Apr 2019
You bit my bottom lip
When we kissed
And you drove me wild

I can’t decipher
If it was the pain
Or pleasure
That got to me

Whatever it was
I never want you to stop
candykendys Mar 2019
as I look into your eyes,
I can see an intense desire,
unconsciously you bite your lips,
oh I wanna taste them.
I hate this feeling,
and you come near me,
you lift my chin,
and kissed me intensely.


I pushed you away.




I am not yet ready to play with fire.
Kale Feb 2019
They bumpy
Crunchy chocolate
Chip cookie
Oh how delicious!
With each bite
I die a little inside
Because soon
This moment
Will end
Wrote this for class
Mehtap Jan 2019
Laying down thinking of how not to think
Of you
Your faint irritating smirk in a cold curve
What to do
Your chewable lips only if I could have
A few
Bites? Kisses? Is it too much to ask tell me then
How to
Step on my heart freeze my feelings become
Anew
These dark brown eyes so soft yet deep coffee
Cold brew
Dark eyes are dark with sadness, secrets yet i
See through
Your eyes are meant to sleep soundly baby ill be
The one to
Drink up your darkness, carve your scars on me
Stay true
Let's lose sanity together get drunk in each other
Let's undo
These borders that are barely fighting our heavy breathing
Then redo
This prayer, again and again in an endless dream
Turning to
Reality, it's our first dance the only way I've learned
To carry through
Rowan S Jan 2019
It's been long enough now
And enough has been said
Apologies and forgiveness passed back and forth
Like folded middle school notes
Yet here I am

"Ouch, I just bit my cheek."

As I let my rods and cones
Intercept the
Lies and smoke
The electrons radiating from my
Squared, glowing palm

I sigh
And attempt to release stagnant regret
As my mouth fills with the taste
Of
Metal
"Whoops, I just hurt my own feelings."
S O P H I E Jan 2019
in back alley ways and missed phone calls
i let the world know i couldn't stay
i waved goodbye to the front door
as i walked to the end of the world
i gave my body permission to decay
and gifted my soul to the north
i took a bite out of the sea
and rejoiced it overlayed
the acrid taste the pills left in my mouth
i layed down to take my bow
and woke up in the same place
and i don't know why i woke up.
This is about the first time I tried to **** myself
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