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A familiar tingle 
My hair ***** 
Ominous whispers 
Soft but slicing 
Violent and bloodthirsty 
Too chaotic to decipher 
I dare not look back
I know what's coming 
I run
A staircase
My heft risks its collapse 
Rails touched by condensation 
A sterile aroma 
I taste 
A familiar burn 
I forget
The moment passes 
Steeper now 
It's snowing 
Neck arched back 
I taste 
The cold numbing 
Powdered white steps 
Depress under my pace 
Snowshoes below me 
I am prepared 
Imprinted trail left behind 
A winged shaft braided with serpents 
Is that sweat?
A saline perfume 
I taste
The sea
Dark faceless figures converge 
An ambiance so powerful 
Acidic stench 
Head pounds 
Body aches
Fatigued by thirst 
Chaos slows 
The inevitable 
I sink into the cold snow 
Consumed by my demons
you're wearing
bright red lipstick
and a little black
dress but you
are a mess and you
can't even give the
taxi the right address.
You smell of cinnamon
and sugar mixed with
marijuana and when
you laugh I can see
the fillings in the
back of your mouth
and I resist the urge
to touch your cheek
and feel the curves
of your body beneath
your clothes.
I can taste smoke
at the back of
your throat
and I remember the
way you once wrote.
I think maybe
I'll love you
until this *******
has left my veins.
What was your
name again?
Daisy Dec 2018
Cigarette ******* and ******
All these things
I beg him to bring for me
Charles used to buy
He was a nice guy
He loved to lie
I’d die for his lie
When he speaks, I kiss the red sky
He meant bye when he said hello hi

Diamonds and gold coins and cherry pie
Charles loved to buy
All these things for his sweetie pie
All I want to do is get high
And one day he left me alone here to die
He said that
I don't like your moonshine eye
She's so mature, you are  a ******
I have to move on, you are just a dophead *****
You call me honey
But all you want is money
You pretend to love me
And I know you are only a dope sick
Psychotic and toxic

When Charles slapped it felt like a kiss
And When he yelled it sounded like a whisper of affection
Charles said that I am lunatic
He's so cruel, he took everything I love from me for that sidekick

I am so lifeless
I might die tonight
And the last time I write
Baby, I don't know to fight
Only you can save me, right
But I know Charles ain't gonna save me
Alicia Nov 2018
i’m no good, femme fatale
i bring hand grenades to dinner dates
beauty icon — kiss my cyanide flavored lip gloss
let’s bump uglies, ******* & rat poison
leave this world left hand *******
right hand intertwined in yours
i’m in a damaged goods costume
take away some letters, my clothes
and i’m just dam good
leaving you on your knees, begging to fix me
begging to **** me
I don’t follow the rules
I use my mouth on you
opened up and emptied out
just to fill me up... with your blood
femme fatale, equipped with fangs
and the ability to not give a ****
an ode to the ***** i used to be, rip

this is more of a spoken word poem
lionness Oct 2018
this life has been led
in a hundred different directions
by a hundred different shepards
but you
were able to show
a lamb
how to walk
like a lion.

how sweet power tasted.

the night that i met you,
after a lifetime
of running from
you said
"sweet child,
take your shoes off.
stay a while."
i let out a long sigh
of relief, my legs
tired, eyes blurry from
sleeplessness, judgement
clouded, i mistook you
for light, i stayed
by your side until
you took the last lick
of me i had left,
stole the sun from the sky,
stomped out the last
burning ember that remained
from what was once a forest fire

i left with nothing

footprints in
debris and ash

where life once was
lionness Oct 2018
punk music playing in the basement
heavy bass vibrating the walls
bacardi in a coffee mug
******* on a tiny mirror
hands on my thighs, *******
the rush sets
hands in my hair
eyes rolling back
he ***** on my neck
i light a cigarette

"my room."
he pulls my strings like
a marionette.
i know this
exchange of goods
very well.
i take another
eyes widening,
i can finally bear to
see the world.

he eats my ***** and
i feel N O T H I N G.
i gag on his **** and cry.
cheers and chants outside the bedroom door
in perfect rhythm
with the bass
and the headboard
against the wall.
his **** hurts,
my whole body
a wound.

i think about
a distant city
skyscrapers towering
above me like
somewhere under
lights and stars
where i am happy
to be alive,
but here,
this place
where death lives
and waits to catch
it's prey.

he moans
it's over
i wipe mascara tears
take another bump
take another swig
i light another cigarette

he leaves the room
without a word
i follow
two steps behind him
covered in bruises
marked used
marked invaluable
a group of men
shout names at me
i block it out,
i am not ashamed

this body
was meant for this
this body
doesnt matter
this body
is for getting what
i want
this body
is tired
and sore.
Peter Balkus Oct 2018
Not LSD,
not cannabis,
neither *******.
But Debussy -
the remedy
for migraine.
Poem inspired by "Prelude a L'apres-midi d'un Faune" by Claude Debussy
Amanda Aug 2018
Intensity for you wavers not
Your lips pure *******
Love stronger than the drugs
Coursing through my shallow veins

I am searching for a way to repair
That will stop gnawing emptiness
I swear there's no fairness in this world
I am waiting, I only see less and less

Contentment is clearly decreasing
Do not know where it keeps on running to
Am tracking with the tools I have
Navigation here is hard to do

Thoughts and devoted feelings intersect
Wish my mind was a blank slate
Yearn to eject unsavory parts
Pull out of this unhealthy state

I will be addicted to you for life
Inhale the smoke that makes up who you are
Sweet smell of nostalgia and lost intimacy
I face the pain of another scar

Terrible remains will be all that is left
Part of me forever gone and departed
Human weakness flows through my blood
You are a drug I wish I had never started
The most powerful drug that exists to humans is another human being.
Lewis Irwin Aug 2018
She had eyes like a crater,
Innocent as any girl could be.
I think she had some bruises when I met her,
But it never seemed to deter me.

I chased her like a dog chasing tails,
Was only then I started to notice her ***** nails.
And then those Yellow eyes,
Blue and Yellow never look pretty to my mind.

She belled me with croaky breathes of air,
I rushed to her house shook and scared.
She was slumped against a wall with the choker she used to wear,
Strapped around her arm and specks of ***** in her hair.

She's got track marks like a craters,
Darkness lay dormant in her soul.
A once natural and elegant Beau,
Now alone in the world of ****** and Blow.
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