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hiraeth Sep 20
Postpone the bitter trip
Until he relapses
A grown-up kid
Averting bumblebees
He‘s cluttered with
basil Apr 30
we try to stitch
each other up
with dull needles

and still gasp
in surprise
when we start to
bleed
raggamuffin (n.)-- a person, typically a child, dressed in ragged clothing.

04.30.2020
Thomas W Case Mar 22
I'm a hard blood draw
sticking me over again
just like ******* life.
I'm in the hospital, and I'm a hard stick.  On average it takes them about 5 times to get the I.V in or a blood draw.
Brian Johnson Dec 2019
I saw a needle making love with it's self within a field of poppies, egotistical in it's savagery, swirling within a storm of love filled lies. I watched in wrapt amazement seemingly drawn to the promise of a world thought unobtained, a world only in dreams, I drank the sweet nectar of the gods as the poppies cried their tar, bringing an ****** of lies cries a loneliness that brought a beauty one could only dream. Conspiring confusion as I dove deeper into dillusion where freedom was shackled thoughts perpetually repeating until thought became obsession no matter the consequences. Alone in my thoughts, injecting more lies I silently follow further into the the desolate terms of this silent contract.
Another rambling off the cuff. Words play off words play off feelings off thoughts off words
hannah Oct 2019
Mind's a whirlwind
Of needles and pins
Scrapped up
From the crafting station
Down in the basement
A homely mix
Of cotton fabrics
Flowing in the wind
Of imagination
hannah Sep 2019
The truth is
I don't want to ever stop thinking about you
But I have to
Or else I won't fall asleep at night
Or if I do
I'll dream only of your eyes
I don't want to think of you like that

And at some point
One of us has to look away
The world won't stop spinning
For our less than platonic moments
We need to move on
You surely seem to have no trouble
But I can't tear my gaze away
From your retreating form

Those glimpses I catch
Of you sitting in class
Might as well be poison
Injected straight into my veins
The softness of your hair
The outline of your face
Is a drunk tattoo in the front of my brain
One I can't erase

You're my heroine
Take or leave the "e"
And I might be a willing addict
But I'll go to rehab eventually
I'll force your face to fade
Covered up with inky flowers
Scattering my legs

I'll leave your eyes
Turquoise and green
You can watch me from the bushes
Peeking out from between the leaves
Like a fairytale character
I bet I'll wonder who you were
And what you meant to me
Title stolen from Justin Courtney Pierre. If this is secretly another cover I don't know about... Educate me, Captain.
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Lying
colours fading
Dying
needles fraying
Rotten
times decaying
Forgotten
Cone of silence...


©
Anne J May 2019
A roaring fire
A cold snap
Colder pins and needles
Winter plummets
Icy flow
Soooo I had an art project where we had to do blackout poetry a few months back and I uploaded the rejected poem on here but not the finale one until now. Enjoy.
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