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Jellyfish Nov 2016
I had a dream that turned into a nightmare,
We were laying on top of a jellyfish bell
We were small and in the center
Our hands were holding each other
Then I looked over and you were gone
My hand was empty and the ocean turned dark
The last thing I remember,
was being stung and waking up in tears.
Or was the ocean on my face?
Pax Nov 2015
There are times stillness hums
sometimes, boredom sung.
The longing it create, stung.
“Writing, at its best, is a lonely life.” by Ernest Hemingway
Kate MacDonald Oct 2015
"  I've been stung

nowhere to run

your words are poison

they fill my lungs.  "
Not my words, but beautiful lyrics.
Rockie May 2015
The original sting stung worse than any hell I could imagine.
Then the pain eased for a while.
But what they don't tell you?
The wound can still hurt, even days after the bee has died,
Just for injecting his needle into your heart.
S R Mats Mar 2015
Six months on, and hundreds of offspring later,
She is much too languid to even move.

The listless queen bee is stung repeatedly;
Her own children have seemingly turned on her.

Once good and dead she is tossed from the nest.
Merciless? Or mercy killing?

I will leave you to decide.
Ryan Farina Feb 2015
Those words you said yesterday stung me more than any words you've ever spoken to me. It felt like a dagger going straight through me. I don't know if you were serious or not, but they have been playing in my head over and over like a broken record
Silence Screamz Feb 2015
Symbols of light
shine down to my feet
Seeking a glance
at my carnival of suffering

I stared into the blank space
piercing it with remorse
Dressed to the nines,
Senses blasted then gone

One bite of my life,
tossed to the sea
Pure whiteness
and rust colored waves

Stung by the bee
while pollination begins
Swollen fingers and deep breaths
remove the pain at all cost
Just some deep thought images as I was dozing off
Poetic T Aug 2014
All I had done, all I could have
But with a touch,
A single cut,
The blade was old, black as night
It was a paper cut, stung like hell
But that's how I let it in,
My world changed that day,
I awoke,
Where once there was blood
But a vein of black where but a scar revealed
My finger numb,
Cold to the touch,
And everyday I awoke the coldness spread
Like a vine it crept up veins black
Poison ivy creeping,
Awoken in the night my hand upon my throat
Squeezing,
Compressing,
Restriction,
Of breath, I awoke was it a dream
I looked upon myself,
The mirror showed me The horror of the night,
A hand print, bruised flesh was seen
The veins of black had spread,
Upon my body
Feet,
Legs,
Torso,
Pink flesh now discoloured,
Black veins protruded
I shivered, I was cold to the touch,
I was being consumed from within
The darkness crept upon my throat
A voice not mine spoke,
"Blade of darkness"
"Hell sealed within"
"Cut upon flesh"
"To release"
"The evil within"
"What was warm"
"Be cold to the touch"
"Death will follow"
"Once darkness spoke from within"  
Fear and terror gripped my mind
As this body know no longer mine,
I had moments before I was gone,
Blacking out I awoke,
What once was me know spoke
Your flesh is mine,
Released to sin, this is my suit
To wear, while you watch within
You are dead,
Spirit trapped,
I will live your life,
While you soul forever rots within.

— The End —