#crawling
The sun is broad above the forests,
intoxicating, blinding bright.
A moment of perfection, flawless,
a quiet place, almost a rite
of passage for transcending all
the measly binds of blood and flesh.
I lie beneath the sun, I crawl
the veins of this subastral trench.
I gaze upon how far I've come,
I weep upon what's left to creep,
whoever hikes a mountain lone
will feel it's hillside twice as steep.
Alone with thoughts there's nothing better
than doubting your way to the peak.
Sometimes I wonder, would I ever
walk paths, not knowing where they lead.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
I love the way you come crawling back
Sing false promises
How birds chirp meaningless melody
Turn white morning air to grey diluted clouds
I appreciate how nature is always concrete
Honking goodbyes are fowl flying above our foolish heads
In dark black pupils stories rooted so deep they will never be told
Against skies of blue-black and pink pose in continuous grace
I adore the way you hunt me like a wild predator prowling for it's next meal
I keep track of the number of times you plunge on me
Teeth puncturing prey
Tearing into shreds
And dreams we shared shatter before my empty eyes
You'll come back
You always do
Attracted due to an invisible natural force
Too dynamic to resist
Jun 3, 2024
Jun 3, 2024 at 12:15 AM UTC
Dark words distorted
Cold careless chaos crawling
Same sound. Morphed meaning.
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
Don't let the bed bugs bite...
Even though they're crawling
All over you.
Don't let the raindrops win...
Even though they're
Surrounding you.
Don't let the windows shine...
Even though they can
Always see you.
Don't let the bed bugs bite...
Because even when you're
Holding your pillow tight...
They still come and snuggle up by your side.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
Crawling through the darkness of the night
No safe place for me to hide
Get ready for a fight
Even i know i have no guide
It's hard to turning black to white
I have nothing but dream inside
That drives me to see the light
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
a lifeless body among a million blades of grass
feeling, yet not knowing,
that ants crawl across
the skin that once belonged to me
and as the wind carries on my last breath,
the rain washes away my last smile,
the insects nibble away my final thoughts,
I, my only remaining form a soul,
settle deep into the earth of mother nature.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
you always come crawling back
chasing me into fields of black
tell me, why do you keep falling for me
only to feed off my heart like a dog's flea
you hold my chin and look into my soul with a sly grin
why am I your heart's kingpin?
I'd almost fall for you again
but I know I'll be left for dead in the pouring rain
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:33 AM UTC
I'd like to be happy,
yet here I am.
I wish so much shooting stars get tired of me.
Maybe that's why none ever come true.
I'd like to live life on two feet,
yet here I am,
crawling.
Sometimes I wish I were dead,
yet here I am.
Yet here I am
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
I once discovered,
a dark place.
Hidden beneath
all the fear.
Crawling up
the ladder.
To drag me down,
and let me drown.
Shaking pain,
and nothing else.
no rescue,
because I chased it away.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
you see it crawling to you
reaching out and dragging you down
you let it
and you love it
till the claws dig in and the sun disappears
and you know what happens next
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
They come in their hundreds of thousands,
floating magic carpets over our seas,
drowning, crawling up cruel sands,
bringing raw life, fuelling unease.
Salt for our wounds.
Tonic for our lethargies,
exorcizing the liturgy of myths.
Earth's orary grinds on.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
Its name is sadness.
Violent sadness.
It's creeping up again
It is giving me anxiety
Because I don't want it
To crawl in my skin
Again and be comfortable.
With the anxiety brings depression.
It's always been there,
Never completely going away.
But I can ignore and it slows,
Grows smaller everytime
I smile and laugh.
But every time someone leaves
Me for someone shinier,
The sadness spreads like wild fire,
Like the mold on strawberries
I cannot eat.
I wish I was born thin like her,
Perfect like her,
Golden like her,
The one who steals them away.
As I watch the monster crawling
Towards me,
I analyze it.
I watch the way it moves slow,
Trying to not be discovered
Like the way I do.
It moves swiftly,
Not in pulses.
I watch it creep,
Pulling itself from
Whatever depths it came,
Like the way I do.
And that's the scariest part.
I watch it's iridescent
Nails crawl closer.
It has a diamond ring.
...
So do I.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
I don't want them to fill the empty parts of me.
I don't want them in the space they have already consumed and made their home.
Yet they still crawl around my mind like they own it.
Insects that cant just be flicked off.
Filling every space, till i become them and they become me.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
Brown beetles, shiny shells
Embedded into my skin.
Burrowing, these crawlers
Find their home in my flesh.
I tear away, in a frenzy
For fear they'd make a stay
But this twisted dream
Ended, with the sunrise
Yet, much to my demise,
The itch, scratching, scuttling
Many legs, swimming among
All of me, an awful psychosis
I feel the digging, controlling.
Betrayed, I cannot trust where
My own extension , begins
And where insects end.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
Though my life changed that very day,
Good guitar I can no longer play,
But I have started crawling back there,
And time willing I will get back.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 10:31 PM UTC
Some days she looks at me
And bears a smile that shines like light
Other days she looks away
Forgets I loved her at first sight.
I promised her I'd never leave
Unless she told me twice
And now she's told me three times
With that distant look in her eyes.
Beauty hurts and beauty maims
And memories never fade
I look out the window, watch the sky
Fill up and pour with rain
But I can't leave
She's stuck in mind
Some days she stays
And life passes by
And nothing stings worse
Than crawling back.
She told me that she'd never love
Someone as good as me
'Cause good men tore her heart apart
In these cold, dark city streets.
But pain can't last forever
And neither can father time
So take a chance or two or more
And life won't pass us by.
Beauty hurts and beauty maims
And memories never fade
I look out the window, watch the sky
Fill up and pour with rain
But I can't leave
She's stuck in mind
Some days she stays
And life passes by
And nothing stings worse
Than crawling back.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
Beyond the whole of all we see,
Darkness...
Before our lives we carefully lead,
Darkness...
And at the top of the mountain
Looking down upon our land
Darkness...
And at the bottom of the dunes
Looking up at the hot sun and sand
Darkness...
Before looking at everything point
Blank, why not face it, ever looming,
Overcoming both Heaven and Hell,
On the horizon, our hands tremble,
Stomachs crawling. Here I'll soon lie,
In darkness...
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
When dreams are shared.
A moment of care.
To show you inside.
A mind that is so kind.
In stories we tell.
Crawling out of our shells.
Find a way to reveal
our inner thoughts.
Combine them in a poem.
Just feeling so safe.
Into a place that we call home.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
It's too late.
You're already in.
In my skin,
Crawling around,
Throwing in my face
The very truth
Of the deterioration
Of my existence without you.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
I'm the kind of girl
who will tell you stories
of heart breaks,
and lovers,
and their tragic ends.
Then, I'll drive you madder
by kissing your best friend.
I'll have you hooked on
lust-filled-drama,
like a ***** on heroine.
And you'll try to walk away,
probably storm off in a heated rage,
and tell all your friends
how "awful" I am.
But, I know for sure,
you'll come crawling back again.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
in the catwalks, high above
this city, sleeping
in the parapets, twisting
through darkened fire
escapes to stars, lost
in this complex maze
the architects left
behind - hope
runs out of the arteries
of their dreams
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
If we know we can not survive,
we can at least try.
because, if we don't try,
we will never know how it
feels to be alive.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 7:05 AM UTC