Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
acacia Aug 18
I look between lines in everything ,
looking for a divine message from Mercury:
waiting on the signal, searching for indication:
waiting on the whistle, reading for me in the pages, in the titles.
Looking to see if there any indication of me in your Thoughts, O Mercury, waiting to see if I'll see a song that reminds you of me.
Mercury, I don't know what's happening, I can't see past your foggy winds: I do know that I will not stop digging into even when I reach the planet's end.
You see me sitting in the lotus: splashing in the water, laughing (am I? are you?), two ears full of tears: petals shield my crown from the Sun's (sometimes) harmful ray. Right? This is what you see? When you hear these things? When you read those things?
Farther side of the moon... hey, it stays on my mind: friend.
Come to Uranus so that I could get through to you somehow: at least let me know if you still read these? Can I read your palmistry, now?
Kee Dec 2018
You stepped on my heart
And stepped once more
And then you began to stomp
Eventually you were jumping on the pieces of a heart that was once yours
But when your walls come crashing down
And it feels like you’re holding the world on top of your shoulders
Remember that I was once your home
And I held all of those walls together
And I helped you pick up that planet off your weak frame
Because your struggles were mine
Remember that once upon a time
I was yours
Your home
And you treated me like treasure
Until you threw me off of the pedestal
You swore would forever be mine
K Balachandran Jun 2018
loud sound of stomping,
cloud land revelries go on;
till all puke,go down!
I offer myself as bait to those who eat souls for breakfast.

I offer myself as a toy to those who want to kick me.

I offer my soul to those who need new soles on their shoes because my soul is the most immune to physical abuse, with a soft heart acting as a comfortable cushion to stomp on.
Kathleen M Apr 2016
You've infected my head.
Even in death I write of you.
My muse.
Stomping my head into the earth with every word.
A deadly gangrene.
A poison in my tea.
I lay my head against the curb bracing for the next crushing blow.
I let the infection spread.
I drink the poison down.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
All these feelings welling up
They made me drink from this cup
The hatred is rising to the top
And this feeling I can't stop
I want to hurt the ****
That did such bad things to me and my loved ones
I want to crunch their bones
And hear their awful moans
I want to bash their heads
I want them to know the dread
I want them to wish they was dead
But I won't let them yet
I want them full of regret
I want to stomp their face in with my boots
Make sure their eyes are nice and loose
And turn their evil brains to juice
And when I'm done you'll find them under the cyprus tree roots
Poetic T Sep 2014
I dreamt in black and white
The horrors of old
Haunting my every moment
8 foot tall
Hands bigger than my head
His footsteps
The earth trebles
Lunging forward
He grabs me
Would you like to join my
"Sewing group"
I scream in horror,
Hours past a blur
Cross stitch,
Arrowhead stitch,
They all must be learnt
He speaks
"Who do you think mends my stiches"
"When they come loose"
His logic, I haven't a witty comeback
He lets me walk off
As I walk in to the woods,
I come to a crossroads,
Left path
8 miles
Right Path
3 miles
Right path I think ill take
Alone I walk,
Hearing my beating heart
Then I hear a howl
I turn slowly, heart racing
I swallow it back down
A hairy beast
Wolf Man,
His teeth shine in the moon light
He growls,
I faint, when I  came around
He speaks perfect English
"Brush in your hand"
"I cant get the back "
Do you know how hard it is to make
This coat so shiny and clean
I hit knots unseen ,
Sink into the ground
I "Gulp"
So loud it echo's into the woods
Hours pass when will this horror end
Eat me now I think in my head
And then a shimmering coat is seen
"Thank you"
Many run when they see me
"You stayed"
An animal man in need of help,
He guilds me safely
Now out of the howling woods
I hear in the background
Teeth smiling
In to the woods he returns,
I walk on my way
Taking in the sights
Then as sign I see
I think what could go wrong
I see a white haired lady
Sitting in a rocking chair
Knife in hand
She laughs as she
And then I see a cake ,
Red juices pour out
As she licks the juices from the knife
I pail man speaks
"How do you do"
"I am Drac-Ula"
That Name rings a bell
"I get that all the time"
Would you like your bags
Taken to your
Drank blood red room
"Say what"
Its a themed hotel sir
Did you not read the sign
As I go in to the bar
What are the special's sir
****** Mary,
Devils Handshake
I'll have the
Handshake please
Sign here please
Ok I think
Wow that blew my soul away
With but one sip,
"Can I have another please"
Sorry sir bars closed,
"Only one soul per drink"
I go off to my bed, to rest my head
I awake with a startle
To see Drac-Ula
Floating in the air
I shake my head
Rub my sleepy eyes
Opened wide, was I still in a dream
"Hello sir"
A Bloodwiser  Night-cap
"Thanks I said"
What friendly people on this trip
As I drifted off to slumber
It felt like an eternal sleep
I awoke as my alarm went off
It said, was that all a dream??
My neck was really stiff,
Must have slept funny
I put on my trousers
Dam I haven't got time for this
Where's that sewing kit
10 minutes later
There that's done,
I hear the wife is  awake
I take up a coffee
"Morning dear"
You coldnt do me a favour
Help with my hair
So I
There you go my dear,
Open mouthed,
I put my finger underneath her chin,
You'll catch flies if you left it open an more,
I walk out the door
Off to work,
Ouch the suns really hurting my eyes,
That was one really strange dream I had...
Stomp on it
Till' it shatters to irreparable pieces
Or until it starts to bleed
Mission complete once your done
Please don't Stomp on my heart

— The End —