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Keyana Brown Oct 2016
My enemies are like mites
they crawl inside your skin
and they know where to bite...
My expectations, dreams, faith, or anything.

Those bugs are nothing,
but blood thirsty thugs
they had me this close
However...
It wasn't enough.

I had to fight it out
even if it seems rough.

Every bruise, scrape,and scar
after the attack of the enemies
I'm surprised I got this far...

I can't just quit!

After every time that I get bit
with their hate and arrogance.
I can still fight and have a chance.
Another option would be to use bug spray. Lol! Jk :p
Arihant Verma Jul 2016
A Direct line to the eye’s sight, first time,
Under a morning seeming streetlight, was a blow
to the upper bounds of my notions of the eye color
I longed to deep dive in. An absolute nothingness, when it came to the words outspoken
to a body and a mind, sitting next to me, so it came down to
not all the things and happenings having reasons and
not consoling a needy in fear of an upside down doing failure, and like between life and death are only breaths,
the silence between the sentences was filled with ours’
and deaths by chocolate, and thoughts of silences
of the other’s mind, unheard of, aware only of
unbeknownst wind of familiarity of an unknown kind.
Ana S May 2016
Glass cracks.
No glue can put it back together.
No rope can reconnect the pieces.
You can't touch the shards.
Unless
You
Want
To
Cut
Your
Fingers
Open
Bleed endlessly.
Glass hurts.
It bites hard.
You flinch. Your cry.
When glass bites
Jordan Fischer Jan 2016
The cold bites bitterly at my face
Figures, the night I decide to go for a walk
This unseasonably warm winter turns to mace
Liquor warms but ultimately steals

The breath turns to ice on my face
The ice has a way of boiling my emotions
Bringing them to the surface
Until they're all out of space

The liquor causes flushing
Not only in the cheeks
But in the skin and in the the weeks
My skin tells more than I ever could

Time tries but can't tell all
Just like my cheeks the story comes from nothing
But it blossoms nicely
Into a beautiful rendition of the emotions within
I hate when I over sleep, I hate when I don't sleep enough. Because one reminds me of you, while the other is just of us. Your stain on my pillow, but you haven't been here for weeks. the stains on my pillow, I'm talking about the tears running down my cheeks.
-lexandra
Lilianna Jul 2015
Blue is a calm guitar song at ten o'clock at night
Red is removed doorknobs and bad communication
Blue is philosophical, realistic and active
Red is short-tempered and worked to the bone
Blue is a happy, neat family
Red is a messy, broken, and betrayed family
Blue is a place of quiet serenity
Red is a place of guilt and annoyance
Blue is rumored to be sick and evil
Red is rumored to be crazy
Blue is a stable income
Red is locked up safe
I trust Blue
I trust Red
Where do I go?
Family fun times.
Don't listen what your girlfriend says
She reads those magazines
That say you failed the test
You don't have what she needs
I slither like a viper
And get you by the neck
I know a thousand ways to help you forget about her
That ***** can eat her heart out!
Love bites, but so do I, so do I.
Love bites, but so do I, so do I.
Love bites!
My lips are pale and vicious.
You're foaming at the mouth.
You've suffered in the darkness.
Ill **** the pain right out.
So come and taste the reason
I'm nothing like the rest.
I kiss you in a way you'll never forget about me.
That chick can eat her heart out!
Love bites, but so do I, so do I.
Love bites, but so do I, so do I, so do I!
It checks you in and kicks you down,
And chews you up and spits you out.
It messes with your sanity by twisting all your thoughts around.
They say its blind they say it waits but every time it seals your fate.
And now its got you by the ***** it wont let go until you fall.
I was down and out, got up I said Hey love I've had enough!
I've felt pleasure without pain.
My soul you'll never tame!
Love bites, but so do I.
Love bites, but so do I, so do I
Love bites, but so do I, so do I, so do I!
Love bites, but so do I, so do I.
Love bites!
Love bites!
Cassidy Doyle May 2014
You again.
Haunting my thoughts late in the night,
just as every night before this.

I can never keep your poison out of my heart.
You are the disease crippling me.
Forcing me to gasp for air and write terrible poetry.

How many years have I been under your spell?
A lost and hopeless cause,
a dog begging for scraps of affection.

It's been almost a year since I've moved away
and yet you're still swarming my brain in odd evening hours.
I want to hold you in my arms and keep you there forever.
I want you to hold me in yours and want the same.

You will never love me like you love her.
I hate you both for that, but anytime I mention hate around you,
you transform into a three foot green alien
spouting jumbled wisdom occasionally hard to follow.

I wish I could just move on.
I've tried so hard. I did everything you told me to.
Everything you ever asked.
You told me I was the perfect girl for you,
but you just didn't love me.

What the hell is wrong with me?
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