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Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
Dark words distorted
Cold careless chaos crawling
Same sound. Morphed meaning.
They don't sound different but I know you mean something else this time
Ruheen Jul 2020
Don't let the bed bugs bite...
Even though they're crawling
All over you.

Don't let the raindrops win...
Even though they're
Surrounding you.

Don't let the windows shine...
Even though they can
Always see you.

Don't let the bed bugs bite...
Because even when you're
Holding your pillow tight...

They still come and snuggle up by your side.
...figure it out. I'm going to sleep
Crawling through the darkness of the night
No safe place for me to hide
Get ready for a fight
Even i know i have no guide
It's hard to turning black to white
I have nothing but dream inside
That drives me to see the light
Jupiter Dec 2018
a lifeless body among a million blades of grass

feeling, yet not knowing,

that ants crawl across

the skin that once belonged to me

and as the wind carries on my last breath,

the rain washes away my last smile,

the insects nibble away my final thoughts,

I, my only remaining form a soul,

settle deep into the earth of mother nature.
Talia Oct 2018
you always come crawling back
chasing me into fields of black
tell me, why do you keep falling for me
only to feed off my heart like a dog's flea
you hold my chin and look into my soul with a sly grin
why am I your heart's kingpin?
I'd almost fall for you again
but I know I'll be left for dead in the pouring rain
Nis Jul 2018
I'd like to be happy,
yet here I am.
I wish so much shooting stars get tired of me.
Maybe that's  why none ever come true.
I'd like to live life on two feet,
yet here I am,

Sometimes I wish I were dead,
yet here I am.

Yet here I am
Shadow Dragon May 2018
I once discovered,
a dark place.
Hidden beneath
all the fear.

Crawling up
the ladder.
To drag me down,
and let me drown.

Shaking pain,
and nothing else.
no rescue,
because I chased it away.
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
Tony Luxton Nov 2017
They come in their hundreds of thousands,
floating magic carpets over our seas,
drowning, crawling up cruel sands,
bringing raw life, fuelling unease.

Salt for our wounds.
Tonic for our lethargies,
exorcizing the liturgy of myths.
Earth's orary grinds on.
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