In this bungalow bathed with mud and leaves Moss seeps through fissures in the walls Sprawling vinery rips through paint beneath. As my headdress rusts on the window sill I glance to hush its last scorning glares Hidden in this hammock, outlining my fears. This sunken land fails evermore How steady the brick counts its last dusk How many more days to tend to them? Old tapestry hanging above untucks, Undone by the collapsing roof. Leave me here a bloodied man, squashed by rock. Limping, gushing, dripping in my demise.
there's something about you that buries itself in my chest growing its roots somewhere deep inside blooming and blossoming reaching and tangling around my veins wrapping its vines around my bones spreading its pollen through my bloodstream with every gentle heartbeat seeping through my fingers and toes crawling up my spine and flowering in my thoughts I carry you everywhere and as I fall asleep at night, I think about the way it feels to have you next to me
I've been friends with you for what feels like forever. I wish I could tell you how I really feel, but I'm scared I'm going to ruin what we have.
My footsteps were memorizing the cracks of the floor, vines creep along the grounds as the constellations, they are the patterns to my wonderland.
Gold flush, rose blush You are beautiful in my memories and I unlocked the box of my dreams, wounds are deeper than to what I feel Stitched with the strings I tied to you, People are vines as they fall in despair.
Cold finger tips Rush down my arm Yet fire burns through my veins Lighting me up What I feel is not life Rather a silver lining Passionate yet sorrow Filled with a vengeance that cuts deep My eyes roll back The kiss of death now comes
A sugary sweet smell Of a flower It twists and turns Sharp vines puncture itself Yet it flows along When the wind comes it drifts along with it But a rock can not understand that The rock sits and stays A strong silent type Obedient in its own will Not so much stubborn rather unsure
I wrote this when I was 15, it’s what I consider to be my first “good” poem. I hope you enjoy it <3
Fiendish wires driven deep into the mind. Subsisting on the chaos it compels unto others. Craving lechery and deference. When resisted the coils tighten. Its weighted vines make it difficult to stand. I know what it fears, We are the same. The threads are not mine. If I controlled the them I'd do the same. We are puppeteers.
I see the treasure he holds, how he abuses it. Run away.