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Corey Mar 20
The claws of wretched women leave scars on my skin.
Reminders of where I came from and who I’ve been.
Some marks last a life time of wanting to disappear,
but others are proud of their sins.
Kelsey Nov 2018
A monster has crept up on me,
Claws are at my neck.
Part of me wants to fight,
Part of me wants to succumb.
These claws rip and tear at me with a question--
"What more could you have done?"
A poem about teacher guilt.
Jordan Ray Oct 2018
You're keeping secrets under your pillow,
They slither through the gaps in the duck feathers,
Until they reach the cotton barrier,
Trying to claw out at your head,
Ever wondered why you get those migraines?

You've tricked yourself into wearing a halo,
Crocodile tears with an alligators grin,
As fake as the make-up you wear,
A smile and a twirl,
Is that all you think it takes to fool a crowd?

You're not an angel, you can barely fly,
You may see clouds, but your feet are on the ground,
It's only your head that's where you think you are,
Your wings are sown on, and the stitches are weak,
How many have you tricked in total?

You think you've won but I can see the devil in your eyes.
A lingering dark stare, puffy and blood shot,
Claws at the ready, tearing into flesh that knows you well,
A war raging on your tongue when you've been found out,
You think I'm docile to every thought you have?

You seem to forget.
Shadow Dragon Aug 2018
Guys like broken girls
because they are no pillow princesses.
They are raging animals in cages
waiting for any bite
of raw meat they can put their claws in.
cait-cait Jul 2018
death is a tiny girl in pink —
with yellow hair
                          and stick legs -

coming out at twilight , she
on your door with her claws in a fist
smiles wide at you
from the

a wolf in sheeps hide ,
she is only
          (not even)

she wants to hold your hand .
I’ve been playing a lot of love Nikki recently which helped develop this but it was really inspired by another poem I read where they described death as a little girl who listens to the world from underneath the ground
Danielle Jun 2018
Heartbreak forced through the cracks,
Dripping heavy ichor, drip drops interminable.
Muscles and veins shredded,
Caught on rough stone edges.
Pulled by strings attached to your sharpened claws.
I scream soundless,
Beg for the end with my thoughts.
Beg for these dreams to vanish into the day.
Dreams of everything being nice and perfect after a breakup are the worst.
KM Hanslik Apr 2018
Thoughts come and go, but some of these
stick to the walls like they are meant to remain
in the furthest corners of things I have loved the most;
do not do this to me again
I don't think I can handle another tragedy tonight
Don't punctuate this with finality, the kiss of death in the eyes of those (me)
who would prefer to keep those lions
for a few days more, or forever...
Don't bring fate into this, fate never
did **** for any of us. I'm cutting
holes in my sentences to avoid
the sharp edges that might trip you up or
break your heart- whichever
suits the climate better.
Speaking of, how did you decide between
what to keep and what to throw away when you took
those photos out of their frames?
Could you look your darkness in the eye and tell me
it's beautiful, even as it scrapes
its claws along the soft spots of my conscience?
Do me a favor,
tear me apart
more quickly next time.
Gale L Mccoy Apr 2018
you see it crawling to you
reaching out and dragging you down
you let it
and you love it
till the claws dig in and the sun disappears
and you know what happens next
a bit of drunk poetry i forgot i wrote last night
With evil claws and teeth I chew the little wicked knights I slew. They enter one by one, as I burn them down to the ground for fun.
My fiery breath I breathe to melt their shields upon their feet and open my maw to eat my treats, oh what tasty meats.
Bring me more gold my shiny fearless little hunks of meat for I am to be feared the dragon which is revered.
I cannot be slain I will not be tamed for I am the red dragon that is renowned in fame.
Michael Robert Triska copyright, april 2018, this poem was made for a 5e dungeon & Dragons game
Arcassin B Mar 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

I know just what I got here and I'm not

Our past does not define us , but there's
Nothing wrong with screaming.

As much as I hate some of this that I
Got,  I'm aiming to get so much more.

I know what my role is , I know I ain't
Basic, as the time change a little bit

Cause we claw our ways out and end up
on different sides.
You could gladly find your way, or you'd
Just end up and die.

I don't want to knock you , but what is
You faith?

Speaking with my mouth and not words
ona screen that can't be erased.

Caught myself at one cross road at a

But I filled with so much ******* that
I can't hide, so I ask God why in life cause
Cause we claw our ways out and end up
on different sides.
You could gladly find your way, or you'd
Just end up and die.
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