#bitten
Mosquitoes
Are pesky, little blood suckers
Aren't the ones meant to be eating tonight!
They weren't on the invite list,
But alas, they crashed the party
And gave me more love bites
Than I bargained for.
They outnumbered the guests,
And at my behest, I shut the party down.
I heard ‘Pink!’ protest: “Nooo, get the party (re)started!”
So, I did spray, lavishly, a perfume of Aeroguard,
but all that did was send shards of poison
in the air and me gasping.
O mosquito, this is no ode to you,
But an antidote to the hot air, mine
and sister summer.
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 3:26 PM UTC
There was a certain comfort in the time I spent
Sitting against a wall outside in the cold
They don’t tell you what its like to freeze to death
But here’s what wishing you would is like
The trees sway with another chilling breeze
There’s a little stinging pain in my toes
Its been about 20 minutes out here
My feet are the only things cold
I'm thinking
Way too much about how the frost feels
My hands become red
a little icy itch not quite numbing my fingers
Another 20 minutes go by and I can feel the cold travel
I have no intention of leaving
I don’t want to
Maybe i’ll stay all night
An hour in my feet are cold on the outsides
My ankle is freezing
I adjust my earbud and look up to the sky
My breath can be seen in the air
I think about my mother finding my body
Bitten blue with winter
2 hours in and my feet are starting to ache
Its an interesting feeling
Almost like I’ve broken a bone but can’t quite feel it
I don’t want to be here anymore
Not outside, id love to stay in the icy air all night
But here, in front of my so called home
Filled with my so-called family
I’d like to be staying somewhere else
Somewhere where they aren’t
Somewhere where the people who care about me
Are all far far away
And if I die, they know in a few days
Not right away
If I’m sick they’ll send a gift card
And call so many times I’ll have to turn off the phone
So maybe I’ll just sit here
And let nature have its way with me
Because I'm not ready to go back in
And live in a “family”
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 12:46 PM UTC
I share my thoughts with you
The world's weight on my back
Romantic delusions spin
Afraid to face the facts
Staring you down as you frown
Gaze right to the bone
Will sing you a lullaby
It makes you feel less alone
And nothing fixes my brokenness
Will exaggerate my claims
It will make me feel better
About the monster I became
The dark days drag their feet
Weeks blur into one
Time my greatest weakness
Will suffering never be done?
Even more sorrowful than usual
Bitten by love
Now I'm shy
You give me hope for happiness
With glimmer in your eye
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 10:10 PM UTC
The troubled serpent seeks me
in the dimness of the night,
in the luminescence of stars,
in the hallowed shadows;
it asks me to relive
and I beg of him,
saying,
was eve eating the apple
not enough?
I don’t know of what sins
you think I may have
or will commit,
but must I, too,
suffer for the ones others did?
Why do I have to constantly
be in a headspace that allows
for these things to happen
over and over,
when I was not the one
to keep taking bites of forbidden fruits?
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
I thought after
all these years of
being bitten and scratching sores,
I'd eventually grow a thick enough skin
to keep out the mosquitos.
I was wrong.
Even so, mosquitos are nothing compared
to the itch I've got for you.
You see, mosquito bites are only skin deep,
but I've got this ravenous hunger for you,
gnawing at my bones.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
A warm summer night,
The moon winked at its reflection on the still lake,
A lively crowd,
The music blared,
A barbeque party,
The smell of delicious grilled chicken made my stomach rumble,
Hurriedly I grabbed some with chips, yanked open a coca tin,
And sat down on the grass with friends.
I had worn shorts,
That was a grave mistake.
The mosquitoes were excited,
A pair of young fresh legs,
What a grand banquet,
They headed straight for my legs and arms,
"Ouch!" I cried after several stings.
"Delicious," they hummed aiming at my legs again and again.
"Hey" I don't give out free blood samples" I hissed.
I swiped my palms on my legs.
Several lay dead.
I had killed their parents.
The mean mosquitoes took revenge,
They landed on my face,legs and arms and stung fast and furious.
I yanked a tube of insecticide repellent cream and spread on my open body parts.
"Now have your feast and die!"
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
that I could
strip
poetry
clean
t
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a
t
I
could
watch me
?
...
..
.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 7:39 AM UTC
***** bitten nails
drag themselves
across the neck of this guitar
resonating noise like a penny
dropped on metal cold and harsh
like those eyes
slits of white in the darkness of your mind
chasing stolen time
on this plane of sorrow
learning how to borrow
happiness from others
to know how to be
who you are in a different state of mind
when all you
are
is
free
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
No,
my soul,
cannot be
taken.
No,
it's gone,
been stolen
before
you.
When you
reach for
wick warmth,
you find
disfigured
wax.
When you
bare teeth
to bite,
I'll hide,
too truly
bitten.
Can't you tell the time
for pleasure's passed?
Two tired eyes and
mirthless smile,
don't care to stop it.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
Your eyes are dark
They hide your darkness within
Waiting to be ousted
Your lips are red like a rose
Full and bee stung
Your pose inviting me to take a bite
Come to me and be a creature of the night
I’d like to kiss your neck with butterfly bites
Hold you tight
In a death grip
Lead you to the undeath with breathless sighs of love
Deep within your soul as you stare into my ageless eyes
I’ll hold you tight as I bite
Caress you as you fall
As the death calls
I’ll let you feed on me
Finally when you are sleeping
I'll take you to my tomb
I’ll be your groom you my bride
We will hide from the sun that you need no more
Then when the pale moon rises we will hand in hand
Under its light
I’ll be your eyes your sight
The most important light in your eternity
Nothing will touch you my eternal red rose
As this is the life you chose
When you invited me to take a bite.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
Coursing through my veins
Like venom after bite
Slowly becoming paralyzed
Fighting for my life
Choking on my *****
Vision black as night
Pulse about to flat line
Thats what your love is like.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
You take advantage of
my tinted cheeks,
displayed desire I didn't mean
to share like the warmth that
a winter chill breaks.
I am bitten;
smitten with eyes that
don't want my heart,
just my blushing smile.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
You make me laugh and cry
You say horrid things to me and never explain why
Why do you make fun
When I sometimes think of you as more than the sun
I think it's cute when you subtly flirt
But your repulsive when you treat me like dirt
You will act like a fool
And don't care if you are cool
Overall you're not that bad
You just sometimes make me a little sad
I know if I told you my feelings you would flip
So when I want to hide my smile I'll just bite my lip
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
Feeling up your aspirations
Nibbling at your concentrations
Noticing that gleam you hold
Feeling cold
Our love is old
Striking eyes and soft goodbyes
Looking back at all the lies
Redened eyes and smallish sighs
I don't want to fight you anymore
Red cheeks and bitten lips
Couldn't help a softer kiss
Squinting through the daylight hours
Pouring over love turned sour
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
I have it, so do you ,
that bug that gets under your skin.
It itches when it first bites,
then it latches on with all its might.
With hope that its little pincers will inject
its drug in to you. ya may itch, may come
out in a rash, heart beat fastens this
funny feeling that comes over you.
Am I infected I have feeling coming through,
It only takes one bite for the stubborn hearted
maybe two. But when this little bug does coming
it after one thing only to infect you.
We all get bitten at least once in our lives,
its the bug who chooses not me or you.
The words will follow after time,
the itching calms down,
but then I will say to who gets bitten,
"I love you, and you say it back "baby I love you to.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC