#coil
tonight I am elated
I feel just fine
things can change
people can learn to be kind with time
you can find me at the edge
cause I'm close but never ready to jump
you can trust me to never fall
drive against the coil
so I may not find peace
because tonight I can be anything
to feel good I don't care how
my desires grow I don't care why
close to the edge
tonight I want to feel fine
I don't care anymore please
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 6:40 PM UTC
she didn't see him slithering.
her heart was pounding,
but everything seemed fine
until she felt him
coiling around her
tighter and tighter
until she couldn't breathe.
she clutched a pocketknife.
with the last drop of
strength she had,
she slashed him
and he slithered away.
after she caught her breath,
she realized he was a snake.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 11:49 PM UTC
Your tear
Trickles and drips
Into a sea
Of blood.
Chains left
Red and blue stains
Around your wrist,
Around your neck.
Mirrors show a reality
You cannot accept.
You scream
Watching the growth of
A rotten seed.
What else do you do
In the wake of
The ugliest deed?
What else do you do
In the wake of
A limitless greed?
Your tear
Trickles and drips
Into a sea of blood.
Ripples grow
And reach out
Far and wide
Tainting streams.
The blood boils.
The blood hears the chains
Rattle in this
Mortal coil.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 9:15 PM UTC
You look at her,
She's beautiful,
She's funny,
And unique.
But,
She isn't her.
You look at her dark straight hair.
You stare--
Touch it even.
It slowly transforms into curly twists before your eyes.
You stare in disbelief;
Rub your eyes.
You stare at her round sweet face,
Her pretty eyes,
And her petite lips.
It shape shifts into a strong jawline,
Gorgeous brown eyes (that you fell in love with once),
And soft vivacious lips.
You rub your eyes.
You hear her voice,
It's soft and new.
You smile.
Soon her voice mixes into another,
It's so velvet and mesmerizing.
You can't believe it.
Everywhere you look, images of the girl appear,
Every song you hear is sung by her,
And every sleeping-waking thoughts you have is her.
Aren't you over it?
You tangle your hand into hers.
Hoping the image will stay.
You hold onto her,
Begging the feeling to never stray.
You coil back, and
You look at her.
She isn't me--
And she never will be.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
You don’t walk but slither
You don’t talk but hiss
Your tongue only blithers
Coiled in bed with a monster so venomous
Your a real man eater
I, another mouse in the field
Running in the harvest of Demeter
While you strike, going for the ****
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
There’s a coil in me.
It likes to wind itself up.
The only thing that eases
This…
Tension…
Is these words dribbling,
Down and out of my mouth.
Babble…
Nonsense…
Not the words I’m trying to use,
Nor the meaning
I’m trying to convey.
I’m…
I’m sorry I’m this way.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC
What a great reptile,
A Royal Python - no less,
A serpent so dapper;
Never seen in a mess,
Non-poisonous, deaf, mute;
Except for its hiss,
It likes nothing more
Than to hug and to kiss!
Though it has no arms,
Harmless it is not,
Make no mis-snake a
Mean streak it has got,
Outside of its coils
The view is just fine,
But if invited inside
You'd be wise to decline!
Don't be enticed in
By its hypnotic stare,
For when those coils tense,
They act like a snare,
For those patterned coils;
Look brill' from without,
But lose their appeal
When wrapped
Around your snout!
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
Every room is empty
And every seat is bare
There's no-one home I'm here alone
Yet still I feel the stares
It follows me into my home
When I sleep I'm not alone
I shrug it off but it won't get lost
It's with me when I roam
The feeling of being watched
It gives me paranoia
I twist and turn, I feel the burn
Around my neck it coils
This weight on my shoulders
Combined with this glare
Buck and roll, duck and dodge
It's with me everywhere I go
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
Floral genotype
Is near bear's DNA - Snake
To human spiral
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Galloping through the apparently calm meadows,
My springbok hoofs were touching the grass softly.
How I rejoice hopping in the air above the cool moisty grass,
Hopping feels so ecstatic after a cool shower on the rainy season.
Maybe it's in the rain now that I feel so addicted to, but then I stop,
And probably it's the Anaconda's coil that siphons up on me now.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
My heat still beats
My lungs still breathe
My muscles move
My eyes still see
But my heart pumps black blood
Through frozen veins
Restricted lungs
Force mud
Into my veins
Muscles on auto
Do tasks that need no brain
Eyes,
dim as frosted windows
Reveal an empty vessel.
A lifeless soul
Bound by mortal coil
The lights are on
But nobody will be home again!
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC