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D Feb 2020
like a poisonous flower
you could never tell
that the brightness without
did darkness dwell
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Liz Feb 2020
Skeletons in the closet
Poison in the cupboard
Strangers in the hallway
Life without a lover

Knives in the kitchen
Needles in the drawer
Pills in the dresser
A knock on the door

Brilliantly disturbing
I begged from him no more
"Hello, my name is Death,
And you're the one I've come for."
2/4/20
Danica Feb 2020
Just a warning if you intented to love
a poet with a blood of ink and words
flowing in our veins..
Your eyes can be our saving grace
that will lead us to a better place
Through our eyes you are beautiful as Aphrodite but wild and powerful as medusa making us feel petrified by your beauty
Every details on your face is worth every letters,  every ink and every thoughts
In our world you are immortal,  and you'll live forever and ever with the poems we stained in your skin cause our poems must find their way home and and that home is you.
But
For us love can be poisonous too
all your words against us is like ink spilled on blank page it's a mess and silly thing.  And I promise you later on your soul with be longing and searching for something that you can't undo. You know why?  
Cause we leave mark under your skin it was all pure all the passionate kisses, of how your body shifted reminiscing our skin to skin connection,  those magical moments that I'll forever be treasure.
Note: Sorry for all the grammatical lapses I hope you understand.  If there is something you want me to correct just pm me thank you. And keep writing!
Mitch Prax Jan 2020
I felt like I was in love
with a wasteland because it
once birthed a bed of flowers.
I was in love with memories
that had long since passed-
my mind became my enemy.
Little did I know that those flowers
were poisonous little things.
Kale Jan 2020
Your breath
Inching closer to my neck
You have me trapped
by your spell.
My every thought
Consumed by  your scent
Consumed by your touch
Consumed by your smile
You are a wicked human
Leaving me to suffer
Without you
Now my heart is poisoned
Because the breath you
provided was the last
and now you are slumped beside me
Ptax Kuro Jan 2020
When I was little,
my mother often threw me snakes
into the bed
so I could play.
I picked them up,
lifted and squeezed them,
preventing from reaching my face.
They opened mouths,
trying to push air
through their throats.
With a woman in bed,
when I get out of her hands,
I sometimes fall,
grab the last in the fist.
Clench my tongue, twist my back;
turn blue.
Then I don’t let the air out,
scratch my neck. Pretend
it was a snake bite. Play around.
Yachika Sharma Jan 2020
He was danger from the very start,
The kind which came with many warnings.

I was cautious at once, Yes i was,
But soon I let my guard down,
I was left with a mind full of ideas,
He despised the ones he planted.

I loved, I fell, I fell in front of him,
He could not even hold me up.
Too busy with the others to give a ****,
I was dying right there and he didn’t care.

Guess love was a poison,
I drank up too fast,
Choked on my own tears,
I am broke, I won’t last.

Still hoping you could save me,
Hoping you could love me.
Sarah Delaney Jan 2020
I used to hope you would choke on the life you ****** out of me,
Except after you left, I discovered all that you took was your own poison
I am free

~sdr
Isaac Spencer Jan 2020
Clouds cover my home and keep it modest while faded red brick buildings loom over arthritic streets. People who don't know they're dead yet buy poison in crayola-bright shops as the dead cheerfully seek ****** and methamphetamine. Baleful distractions run through my town like bullets through bones, bludgeoning, piercing and slashing our slice of Americana to pieces. The clouds may cover us, but 'modesty' is a lie.
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