#bites
your heart unmasks
to a dagger, already deep into my atriums,
until my muse is replaced
with the bleeding, and each stanza
is your shadow
in shackles. a poem is just a poem
until you perceive it
out of paper—in the silence,
scratching against your skull—until
it begins to burn, your body
bright-blue beneath, your secrets
streaming out like incense—until
it is a grave, with you
more alive in it.
a poem is just a poem until it bites,
until it howls, until it makes
our memory its metaphor
for midnight.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
Tiny cheesecake
You are such a delight
A tiny morsel
Three bites all mine
Once I find that pesky fork of mine
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
All I want is one day
Where my veins don't itch below the skin
Where I don't crave the bites
All I want is one day
Where I don't have to think about it
If only so I could clear the hair from my skin without temptation
All I want is one day
Where I don't have to fight with myself through every moment
To indulge in life's simple pleasures with an undistracted mind
All I want is one day
Where the spiders don't crawl beneath my skin
And I cease searching for scars that have since faded
All I want is one day
But I would take an hour-
Or even a minute...
Simply to be free of the spiderwebs that splay across my skin.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
you gave me bite marks
Bites on my body
That no one else sees
Bites
That consists of pain
And also pleasure
You're the same like those marks
Both gives off
A temporary feelings
And eventually
It fades
Forever
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
a finger lingers on my lips
carefully touching pulsing heat
I wonder how this love will taste
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC
I'll leave these mark
To show the other girls
That im yours
And you are mine
Even though we are nothing
But just friends
I'll make sure
Your other dates
Won't want you
As much as i want you
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
It's yours to make....
In life, there are always choices to make
To turn events into wants and desires
To turn dreams into reality
To turn reality into your space
To make your space,
Well,
Your space....
Get your bite out of life
Take the biggest and baddest bite
Take a bite soooo big that people notice
People will want to join you with your bite
Your bite...
Not there bite,
Your bite...
Do you want to share
Your bite?
Open up your mind
Open up and decide
What space
What bite
What reality
Just What
Do
You Want....!
Brian Hill - 2019#112
Inspired by choices to bite....
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
#*I devote the nakedness
All to you
All for you
The longing of the dark nights
Craving
Thinking of you
Rattling leaves
So quiet
Yet impatient
Asking the silence
Are you for me?
Like I am for you*#
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
I don't exactly know what it is,
I've forgotten my bug spray, but we keep walking.
Waking dreams and warnings a many
lead me forwards even with foreshadowing hell.
"Are you ---- ------?"
- "I'm not sure" -
- "No" -
' ' N O ? ' '
What have I gotten myself into...
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
They whirl and swirl and dive
But do they?
The no see ‘ems, You can’t see ‘em
but you can feel them there
Cavorting and frolicking, invisible in the air
A dinner time dance, gluttonous splurge
You’ll know all about their evening soirée
When you discover the main course is
… You.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
pagpag
the mosquito lamok flying ******
kept biting me again and again
i venemously defended myself
doing my best to annihilate it
but kept missing and failing
till i had my chance and acted
a dead cert **** **** ****
yet when i looked it wasn't there
where was it?
inside my pc keyboard
i inverted this and out fell the lamok
stunned vulnerable and soon to be dead
mosquito was upside down
i tortured the **** and enjoyed it!
i dropped the mouse on it
again and again and again
as it's legs wiggled and slowed
finally i squished it
with a granite paper weight
lamok was flat flat flat!
no more bites for me...
...then i saw its friend!
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
Her legs went up
Behind her
Her mouth gapping
In delightful excitement
***** you disgust me
I say to her
What round eyes
You have
Now I take a second
Look at the veins
In her neck
Bulging hot red
In an instant
I grab her
Biting till I choke her
She cringes
She screams
She starts tapping
On the bed
Let me in
I whispered deeply
While feeling
The coarsness of her
Warm succulent beauty
Between my nostrils
And lips
She claws at my mouth
Opening her viscious
World to me
That's more like it
I yell in delightful beauty
Uh oh too late shes dead
And I drop her
On the floor
And go hunt
The grounds
For more
Yummmmm
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
She came at night, touched
me,bit me and ****** slowly,
****** mosquito!
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
I run from the Present
Living in my past.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
You have a heart shaped freckle on your body.
You have a mouth shaped bruise on your neck.
You wear a certain type of sweatshirt on your birthday
as a precaution in case they were to check
if someone had given you a love bite
sunken lips deep into your skin,
but dear lover, a lesson you have yet to learn-
leaving the heart shaped freckle on display was your sin.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
Sweetness lives with
many bitter moments
Soft petals welt
ravishing this sense
When the moment is right
the end plants the seed
where the ground is
ready to decompose
the lessons of growth
Now,
belonging
to the bugs
and Earth
the recycling of birth
recreates our finest memories
and leaves it in the wind
Where dust of our past
will soon be forgotten
Leaving no physical trial
of our belonging
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
the touch of someone's skin on another's
has been written about plenty already
but I swear to you
his touch is like no other
so innocent and fragile
but commanding and strong
yet gentle and caring
while he bites me all along
the sting and the numbness
the tickle of his tongue
his touch is like no other
so right though so wrong
all my softness in his clutch
his being needs no guide
he knows where and how to touch
as his eager mouth finds mine
his tracing fingertips bring chills
up my chilly and bare spine
his touch is one that nearly kills
but I am on cloud nine
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
My enemies are like mites
they crawl inside your skin
and they know where to bite...
My expectations, dreams, faith, or anything.
Those bugs are nothing,
but blood thirsty thugs
they had me this close
However...
It wasn't enough.
I had to fight it out
even if it seems rough.
Every bruise, scrape,and scar
after the attack of the enemies
I'm surprised I got this far...
I can't just quit!
After every time that I get bit
with their hate and arrogance.
I can still fight and have a chance.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC
A Direct line to the eye’s sight, first time,
Under a morning seeming streetlight, was a blow
to the upper bounds of my notions of the eye color
I longed to deep dive in. An absolute nothingness, when it came to the words outspoken
to a body and a mind, sitting next to me, so it came down to
not all the things and happenings having reasons and
not consoling a needy in fear of an upside down doing failure, and like between life and death are only breaths,
the silence between the sentences was filled with ours’
and deaths by chocolate, and thoughts of silences
of the other’s mind, unheard of, aware only of
unbeknownst wind of familiarity of an unknown kind.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
Glass cracks.
No glue can put it back together.
No rope can reconnect the pieces.
You can't touch the shards.
Unless
You
Want
To
Cut
Your
Fingers
Open
Bleed endlessly.
Glass hurts.
It bites hard.
You flinch. Your cry.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
The cold bites bitterly at my face
Figures, the night I decide to go for a walk
This unseasonably warm winter turns to mace
Liquor warms but ultimately steals
The breath turns to ice on my face
The ice has a way of boiling my emotions
Bringing them to the surface
Until they're all out of space
The liquor causes flushing
Not only in the cheeks
But in the skin and in the the weeks
My skin tells more than I ever could
Time tries but can't tell all
Just like my cheeks the story comes from nothing
But it blossoms nicely
Into a beautiful rendition of the emotions within
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 4:29 AM UTC
I hate when I over sleep, I hate when I don't sleep enough. Because one reminds me of you, while the other is just of us. Your stain on my pillow, but you haven't been here for weeks. the stains on my pillow, I'm talking about the tears running down my cheeks.
-lexandra
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC