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The patterns where random
At least at first appearance
On close inspection
seems there is something deeper
Through the tremble of blades
And the fettered veins
The street I'll cross
Throw up dueces
And dip
He talked to me,
In a slow and steady sarcasm.
It's one of my native tongues,
And I speak quite fluently.
My tongue is still sharp enough
To cut myself on.
Leaving the conversation
Cold In a pool of blood
On the ground.
Zen Dog Jul 2017
As alien as I am to you...
I am just as so to myself.
Just as you are.
And are to me.
Dimensional relations.
Overlapping worlds.
The paper has folded and corners touch.
Still there is comfort...
A bond in the unfamiliar.
A brotherhood in strangeness.
loggi Jun 2017
You know what you do
When you say “I love you.”

You drive me insane
With the flames
I have for you,
And you make me strange
With the call of my name,
But a whisper
Sets me ablaze
With the sound of you.

How can one
Speak like you do,
And hypnotize me
In a trance
that none can make
Or break the hold
That echos through my head.

But aside what is said
I believe that love is true.
You say “I love you”
And how openly
My heart bleeds out
In a fresh open wound.

But it is not true,
You use me,
As you always do.
And my scar burns
With every tear
When you love elsewhere.
Teeth Will walk,
Words Will dance.
Tongue's whip lash
Frenzy.
Cut's into eye's state;
Askance.
David Cunha Jun 2017
Without you is without the sun
And the moon isn't there
To watch me in the night,

Without you is unbearably strange
Like a fallen arm
An empty rage,

Without you is heartless and odd
Sinking in bed
Stranded thought,

Without you my poems rhyme
Aren't the same
And the smell of your hair...

...the touch of our lips,
Our first kiss in the car
The endless nights awake

With your love.
june 19 2017
NeroameeAlucard Jun 2017
Why is it that what i hate
About what i am
Is what endears me to others
Am i the opposite
Of what i was intended to be?
If so this practical joke
Has crossed the line from funny to cruelty.

I hate not knowing what to say
I hate my shy dispensation
But others love my pathetic attempts
As a presentable representation
Of a functioning human being
I'm not and that's no lie.

So where does anyone see any appeal?
Am i blind or do my very eyes lie?
nina Jun 2017
i have
the strangest dreams.

i've dreamt of skeletons,
walking on their hands.
i've dreamt of sleeping,
& having nightmares,
a dream within a dream.
i've dreamt of a huge storm,
with a tornado,
whipping a car at my house.
i've dreamt of seeing my ex,
asking about his daughter
& talking as friends.
i've dreamt of seeing another ex,
arguing with him again about,
who's to blame for the breakup.
i've dreamt about friends
i used to have
suddenly asking me out.
i've dreamt about my body
morphing into a skeleton,
then dissolving into ash.
i've dreamt of gum stuck
in my teeth but every time i pull,
there's still more gum stuck.
i've dreamt about my love,
suddenly having enough of me,
just as everyone has.

i've dreamt of so much.
dreams are said to have meaning.
but when i search for a meaning
i'm left more confused than before.
but still,
i have the strangest dreams.
NeroameeAlucard Jun 2017
Im unusable
Maybe unlovable
But i know one thing
I'm certainly uncrushable
If you see appeal
I apologize for clearly your eyes lied
Or my mirror is going blind
I know beauty is by the beholder defined
But clearly the ball was dropped in the case of mine

So why try? I'll get shot down
Why paste on a smile when its easier to scowl
Why be subtle, why cant we be upfront?
Then maybe I'll no longer be a cynical cxnt
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