Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
sergiodib Feb 2
Join the tattooed urban tribes!

Share the Maoris’ drumming vibes.
Fire brand your love onto your heart.
Show that holy stigmata don't hurt.
Place *** at the apex.
Chisel deep into your flesh
What is cash and what is trash.

Set your body apart as a work of art.
Don’t be a naked human monkey.
Don't let anyone know you're funky.
Turn your taboos into tattoos.

But at night, take off your shoes
and put to sleep your tattoos.
Then sink under your skin
and meet yourself behind the scene.

Perhaps, you’ll see tattoo
as nothing new
(I’m afraid)
than the old skin trade.
afterthepeak.eu
Laokos Jan 31
my dear fellow human,

you have been wintergreen against my heart. a sharp brilliance of blinding light captivating me within the infinite breadth of a wandering moment. my lungs frosted first freezing figures of frozen firs upon the memory of each breath. my blood ran cold like that winter river and I was a fish beneath its icy exterior and you have been wintergreen against my heart. a cold slap of circulating change penetrating each layer of protection. you have been wintergreen through them all and now you are wintergreen against my heart. a fresh perspective from the core of my being to the scales of my skin. a permeating resolution of piercing glacial coolness frosting the valves and chambers of this brumal beater. you have taken my breath from gelid gilded gills and scattered the shattered pieces of peace across this boreal landscape. from the hiemal heights of arctic aurora aura's to the lower polar valley's suspended in diamond dust--you have been wintergreen among them all and now these roots are too--cool, clear and growing--and i have never been so grateful for the cold that pierced and kissed this wintergreen heart.
Molly Eli Apr 2020
I don't understand
Why anyone would want to be pretty
When they could be unique
I know that I would rather be me
Than be pretty
Sorry to say that looks ain't all that
But trust me,
It's the character that matters
Not what the character's wearing
It is more beautiful
When the character does something
That is pretty
When they tell you
How amazing the character looks
And how everyone ought to be jealous
I'm sorry,
But I want to match my outside with my in
And if my inside has purple hair,
A lip ring
And stretched ear lobes
Then that's exactly what I want to look like
Because to me, that's an action
And you know that actions
Are really what makes a story
Real

So who here wants to be pretty?
I'm having struggles with my identity because I have been told so many times that I can't do what I want with my body, that I am believing it, and I still have not been able to be myself. So.
Thomas W Case Feb 2020
I met her at
the Corner Pocket.
She was bar tending.
Her nose was
pierced, so was
her tongue, and
her heart.
She spoke of
a Utopian city:
A town of tree houses.
She was in her
third year of
architectural school at
Iowa State.
Some dreams are
best left
unsaid.
She was a beautiful pierced dreamer.
Georgie Jan 2020
"Self care is important"
That's what my friends say

But their form of Self Care is
A hot bath
An early night
Time to yourself

My form of Self Care is
A breakdown
A new piercing
A spontaneous adventure

We are not the same.
AmeriMav Apr 2019
The lights of the cosmos are stored in her eyes
And I feel naked when I'm locked in her gaze
In their shine are no shadows, no secrets, no lies
The lights of the cosmos are stored in her eyes
Every starlight, and comet, and brightest sunrise
All that is dark or false is consumed in their blaze
The lights of the cosmos are stored in her eyes
And I feel naked when I'm locked in her gaze
Triolet form
Sharmila Juliet Apr 2019
Within his piercing blue eyes
She found heavenly love
Sparkling for her.
Luna Wrenn Mar 2019
keep whispering
piercing promises
until my ears started to bleed
make me believe
make me believe
you won't ever leave
Next page