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Arke Sep 2018
starve a fever, feed a cold
which one am I, love?
feed me, starve me
love me, leave me
pleasing you, pleases me
pleasing you, feeds me

let me feed on your flesh
the area where neck and shoulders
meet my lips and teeth

carry the marks I sink to your skin
feel your skin sink into my teeth
the softest spots are the freckles
here, and here, and here
I long to taste them
linger salt in the corners

my smile against you
I remember that smile
when your warmth feeds my cold

when my voice lowers
the secret is yours to keep
that I unequivocally love you
and I am yours to love or leave
to feed or starve
please, let me please you
Arke Sep 2018
no introductions required
I don't need to know your name
nor you, mine
I'm here to bind
your naked wrists together
behind your bare back
slender shoulders
skin spilling over rope
watch your bare chest hitch
shallow breaths
restricted by my tension
careful to avoid your *******
cross the pattern along ribs
observing the bruises along your neck
as I move your hair out of my way
I am busy working
observing patches of blue and black
on your sides and stomach
where he had his way with you
and I feel a pang of envy
somewhere deep in my stomach
because I wish anyone would want me
the way he wants you
but I'm here to learn
how to fold string
create red patterns
on your soft skin
hoping someday, someone
will want to be bound
the way you are now
mine for more than just the hour
KALIGULA Jul 2018
Hello, it's me again.
Animosity baring in.
It's dangerous yet, I know.
Running from your flaws just to slip in snow.
And us demons, ready to charge.
We will barge, at large, in your heart.
This is not the me I use to be.
Skin scarred up in places you cant see.
Went from bow ties,
loose lies,
to noose ties.
Hello, it's me again.
The grim reaper a vigilant sin
Should I stay or let her go?
Better yet...
I'll finish her off with my scythe in the snow.
How I view my inner demons
eve Jul 2018
My night plans appear restless,
The feeling of independence,
It ***** to hear,
Having the people who claim they’ll always be there for you, not prove their worth to you
It hurts, it makes you feel bad.
But, your feelings don’t matter to that person anymore, or do they?
You’re questioning the thought of “I’ll be there for you and you’ll be there for me”,
When in all reality,
That person is living their life perfectly,
Living freely, to the point where it feels like did they ever need me,
Did they ever see me?
So many things I want to take back,
Like the time I wasted on somebody,
The way I felt about people who never cared,
Who never wanted to be there,
People can say things you’d think mean,
But in all efforts, in all reality, those words they speak,
Mean nothing, yeah nothing to me.
Tired of rubbing my eyes,
Feeling like both my eyes are coming out of its sockets,
It’s something real to feel when you can’t sleep like you used to.
When your late night thoughts consume you day by day,
As if things will never change, circumstances will never be the same.
And that’s how we all move on in life,
We’ll meet people who are all talk, won’t prove to be anything,
Then, we’ll meet those who’ll show us different, their presence will feel like no other,
Talk to them for hours without noticing a pause,
No time for breaks, you and they have things settled for life.
And believe me when I say that feeling will feel amazing,
Reflecting back on life, smiling so happily,
So effortlessly,
Have you sit back and wonder how the hell did this happen?
You may think twice about it, laugh when you hear about it the second time,
But it’s true, you’ll find someone who has been fighting for you.
No more sighs or tries,
You won’t have to mend any of that nonsense,
Build no stress upon yourself.
You’ll feel when that person feels for you,
You’ll know what to do,
It’ll come naturally like you’ve been waiting too,
Sitting impatient,
Praying as you should be,
Seeking reassurance to the person above, them responding with the person meant for me.
What I’ve been feeling lately? Its hard to put into real terms, but I’ve allowed this broad audience the chance to seek insight in my life, similar to others. After challenging some rough patches, a few scars never exposed before, I’ve finally sit down and realized the meaning of self worth and value, how much I truly mean to people.
Dream Jul 2018
Looked me in the eyes
Took me to those skies
Loved me through the night.

I knew this for long
You were scared all along.

You knew you'd fall too deep
Just when you began to know me.

But if you'd just let me know
Maybe tonight my heart wouldn't feel this broke.

Trust me i know
How easily you let everything go.

-Dream
Victoria Jul 2018
I can't tell you how much I love you
Just like I can't tell you how many stars are in the sky
I can't tell you how much I love you
Just like I can't tell you how many grands of sand are on earth
I can't tell you how much I love you
Just like I can't tell you how many time I deam about you
Because
My love for you is so much it can't be counted in numbers
But how many times I can tell you how much you mean to me
Demons Jun 2018
Every Night, I lay in bed.
Bad thoughts plaguing my head.
Tearing up, enough has been said.

I try to write everything down,
Only ending up with my usual frown.
I’m the ruler of sadness, slouching over with my crown.

But every night, I lay in bed.
Bad thoughts ******* with my head.
Crying myself to sleep, enough said.
The word “bed” looks like a miniature bed....
Julie Mullins Jun 2018
I hate being alone.
But here I sit alone
Listening to the constant hum
Of a heater across the room
And the drops of rain
Splattering on the ground
Right outside the window
That is cracked.
And all I can think about
Is how I hate being alone
Listening to the bubbling
Carbon dioxide in my coke
That is nearly gone,
Growing tired of the burning
Sensation in my shoulder
Staring at a box full of
Colorful pens wondering
Which one should I use next?
And all I can really think about
While listening to the footsteps
Above me,
Is that I hate being
Alone.
But you still leave me all alone...
دema flutter Jun 2018
I dont’t need a man to
love me to feel loved,

I just need a man to prove
to my brain that I can be loved by one.
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