#deadpoetsociety
you’re made of love
do not forget that
when your tears are poison on your soft lips
and on furrowed brow your anger is set
the world still calls gently to you
my venus child
dart out your tongue and swallow your sadness
protect your soft soul in this madness
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 7:43 PM UTC
With a thunderstorm at your finger tips
You've peeled the side of my neck with your lips
I've never felt anything like this sin before
I could feel the electricity run through my body
As I realized I needed you..
Like my blood cells need my veins.
Our throats always swollen from fear of yelling more, so we whispered lies as they burned the back of our tongues.
Hoping to heal our decapitated hearts. Pounded by the butcher of love
We were nothing if not completely raw those days.
Now we wish for someone to hold us under the sheets while some ****** movie plays but we can't help being ***** little ****** and tasting everyone the world has to offer, and yet...
I still can help but wish for sleepless nights by your side.
So I'll be doping myself again with pointless regrets, off of worthless memories that mean little more than the hateful meaning I give them.
Now I'm just hanging.... bleeding.
From the barbed wires of life.
Watching
Waiting
Hoping.....
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 1:58 PM UTC
I don’t but I’m a ******* mess
Need not ******* distress
To be ******* impressed
Dead right her once
Yet like but
I don’t I don’t second guesses
Need I even say the rest
To be write to be wrong
Dead a lot all along
Yet of all the people
To be people is the way
A poet might right
Society tonight sounds good
Has got its got to be
A hold stop there
On me its all at 8
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC