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Madeleine Apr 2019
Comes in many forms
From Harmless to dangerous
Sometimes even death
The Red Woman Apr 2019
a black beverage in front of me
alarming
but at the same time
exciting

i know that it's dangerous
especially to me
but i drink it anyways
in one go

and now i'm crying
black
you made me cry
i knew it would happen
I always let the toxic people into my life. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. And in the end, they destroy me. I knew it would happen.
sir humbug Jun 2018
the job of the artist
is to be
luminous and dangerous

luminous to others
by being
dangerous to themselves

when the words are ripped from the chest,
atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes,
starburst fireworks,
luminous and dangerous,
luminating the shared night,
laminating your truths,
in poems disguised


and so the job,
our work,
begins
arian Mar 2019
i kept those monsters locked in a cage,
so they couldn't get out.
but hell,
i didn't know caging my heart cost me a lot.
Quetta Rose Mar 2019
Her voice was lamenting and sweet,
full of sugar and pomegranate seeds.
Her eyes were dark and bright like the night sky,
could've sworn I seen stars.
She was beautiful in all ways someone can be,
But, she had a soul so dark it smothered all light.
Despite that fact, I was still in love,
The devil was once God's favorite angel—She was the fallen angel from my heaven.
Alek Mielnikow Mar 2019
I walked alone that night,
Uphill through the snow.
And when I arrived at the place
Not a single face did I recognize.
I got a beer and sat around,
Looking down so it wouldn't seem
Like I was staring.
The ice in my frozen nerves
Became blacker than the roads
Outside that I drove here on.
And this is why I wish I
Was truly dangerous. No one
Would ignore me, yet nobody
Would venture too close. I'd
Be an animal in a zoo.
But instead I'm a scared,
Lost puppy stuck in a
Land of lions and snakes.
But I poker-faced it so when you
Finally arrived, the little
Loud part of me crying for a
Place and body and mind
I could love instead of
Loathe withered away. Or
So I thought. I ought
To know better by now.
All it took was another
Chance not taken, and
I lost all the chips again.


-
by Aleksander Mielnikow
jl Feb 2019
You are smoke.
Mesmerizing.
Dangerous.
Beautiful.

You are smoke.
Impossible to touch,
Soothing,
Intoxicating.

You are smoke.
Because even though you slip
through my fingers,
And I can't hold onto you,

You suffocate me.
You make it hard for me to think.
You seep into every inch of my lungs;
You are harmful.

You are smoke.
Evaporating vapour;
And all I want to do is breathe you in.
~j.l.
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs." - William Shakespeare
The Girl I Saw Today
Was unsure
Was okay with being unsure
Was unsure about being okay with being unsure
Was in love with tactileness
Wanting to touch everything around her instead of feeling it

The Girl I Saw Today
Was lovely with expansive overwhelming experience
Had her doubts thrown out her head as she tipped it backward
Her brow furrowed oblivious to any love

The Girl I Saw Today
Hadn’t broken any walls like it was supposed to
Didn’t suddenly hit a switch
Or change from black to white

The Girl I Saw Today
quite quietly felt an air of glimmering comfort pick her up
Throw her forward casually
Knocking her slightly off balance
But blowing her exactly into position
To another step of the waltz
in the Rond de Jambe of life
Max Jan 2019
Some people are like snakes
Or
A poker game with high stakes.
This is by far not my best piece, but I felt this way about some people for a while now.
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