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JSL Jan 2016
There's a storm in you; and I want all of its hideous violence.
I like people that are storms.
Selfish Poet Jan 2016
As we fast forward in life

Event after event happens and we move on

But I have decided to use a knife

Just to let go, and never grab on



Some people say that it is wrong to trust it

But all I could say is that it was an escape

Whenever the red drops, I think 'what a *******'

And you will too, if you see what I had made


The red cape blows, and the devil sings

For he now had caught me in his trap

Sadness is all that silver brings

When the crimson flows, he laughs and makes a loud clap


For he had made your head think red

To inflict pain upon yourself, so that you could blame you

Only you, but not the one who led

You to think that this was your cue


Only one thing can stop the blood from flowing

You need a companion, one that will stand by you

No matter what is happening

And his pretty smile will be your clue



His hugs will be you handhold

In this fast-flowing river called life

His words will be all that is told

For a good friend will gladly trade himself with that knife.
oni Oct 2015
i cannot help but feel
that i am clinging to
a corpse
after the dog has died

the flesh is
rotting
and my bed
reeks
but i cannot help
but come back
to this
every night
Rhys Michael Sep 2015
Set fire to my skin
Let me feel something again
Watch me as I burn
And I breathe you in

In the dark of the night I can feel you
And I need this feeling to last
I repent for my ways
Relive those dark days
And I lose my mind over you

When the lights go off do you feel the same?

When the lights go on do we begin again?
i'm a bit of a *******.
if you hurt me, somewhere in the back of my mind...


i'll be begging you to hurt me again.
ji Jul 2015
Remember when your mom was all wrinkled brow and frowns as she kisses your scraped knee? And she tells you to be careful, don't get your skin scarred again. That's what we grow up to knowing: don't get ourselves hurt.

But then we fall in love. We give our hearts to somebody just to have it broken. Whether we count that as a privilege or not doesn't matter. 'Cause in the first place, we thought they would never crush it. But for some reason, he chooses another. For some reason, she gets tired. For some reason, people leave. But for some reason, we choose to stay. 'Cause in the first place, we never thought tears would come into play. Then we promise ourselves to never love once more. But like masochists craving for self-inflicted pain, we allow our hearts to again be taken away.
Hollow Jul 2015
I bet I could stretch
Like you've never seen before
With the crook of my finger
And a wink, let the games begin

You want to struggle
My little **** toy?

Ah ah ah, let's tie these hands
Behind your back
Don't get any ideas
Pet

Obey me, lie on your belly
Crush your head into the pillow
Cringe and squirm, please
Let me just, strap this on

Not listening, hm?
I have other things
Leather, that will leave marks
On your tender, innocent flesh

Let my fingers coil
Make it harder to breathe
Force you down
By a pull of your hair

I'm going to be an animal
And you will be the prey
I will feast on you
I will nibble you

Bite you into submission
Pinch and squeeze
Smack and tease
Say please

I will go on
Long after you thought
To say no, until
All you want is

More, more, more
I will chew through you
I will dominate you

I dare you to struggle
My little **** toy
AM Jul 2015
Force me to be yours
no matter how angry I'll become
Scream to me how perfect I am for you
even if that's a total lie
Bite my lower lip until it turned purple
and let me curse you for that
Open up both my legs, pin me to the wall,
and **** me hard
Grab me by my waist and hug me
until my chest feels like cracking
Then
Sleep with me until the dawn is breaking
breathe on my neck and tell me how much you love me
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