#mosquito
I'm going mad !
am I just f~ckin slow
or are these mozzies
on some
sort of speed trip?
Irritating
Sopranos
‘‘*T.. e
e
e
eeeeeeeeeee*’’
The ..
Flash
~
dash
~~
vanish
~~~
Every swat I make
just goes to waste.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 3:23 PM UTC
Don’t leave a puddle
Untouched, lest
Someone muddles
Along into it. Best-
Case:
It deepens, the place
Acquires a lake.
But make
The wrong move,
Avoid its surface
For more space
Along the path
And face mosquitoes’ wrath.
So I guess it’s better
To let
Your feet get
Wetter–
Let’s
Avoid the forehead sweat
You will
Produce when you fall ill.
Get some puddle on your legs
To **** those mosquito eggs.
Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 6:49 AM UTC
After the defeat,
his doubts buzz around him like --
a mosquito cloud.
Jun 14, 2024
Jun 14, 2024 at 3:01 AM UTC
You planted and preened the seed you destroyed.
Your midday whispers running up my legs;
You left behind a trail of innocent tickles that,
In the empty evening air,
Curdled into a sinister, aching itch.
You left my ankles and the insides of my knees abandoned to snap down on a mosquito
In one swift, final bark.
My thighs still sting.
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 2:24 PM UTC
mosquito
made by
God
con spirito,
buzzzinging
by my
ear
(while birds are singing),
God
made u
& i
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 15, 2022 at 11:07 PM UTC
During the time
in between
my two most recent mosquito bites,
we had met
and you had left.
Tonight,
I pensively trace over
the brim of the
first mosquito bite of the year,
reminiscing.
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
The bloodsuckers of the night
Invaded my abode
And with their unsterilized pipe
Draw my blood
******* the life
Out of my viens
Injecting death
Into the stream
And in my pain
I fight back
Taaah! A clap, a slap
But it ends in my pain
For the invaders escaped
Making a mockery of my counter-attack
In the dark
Upon the couch
When my head
Her rest do seek
Then came their scout
And huuuummmm goes my drum
This is worst than a bite
For insomnia do invite
Another alien to my home
So with teary eyes
And shivering bones
With lost appetite
And a sour taste in my mouth
A body feeble and frail
Went I to see a doctor
In the heat of my body
Hot like a dozen furnaces
Went I to the clinic
But my testimony was not enough
To convince the doctor
That the invaders have left a stranger
In my blood stream
A parasite feeding on my life
So the lab man I must see
For the foreigner must be identified
Home I went and back I came
To see the doctor
But I have thought what to do
To these foreigners
Both the invaders and the aliens
For my health and my rest
Are worth more than gold
And now sitting before the doctor
Wandering what they must have found
Hoping it’s not going to be grave
“Malaria parasite”
Malaria?!
“Yes malaria” the invaders left it in your blood stream
Home I went from the doctor
Armed with arthemether, lumefatrin and paracetamol
To fight this war
Raging in my world
Still I wonder
What do I do?
To end it all
Once and for all
For the invaders
Still hide within my walls
In my wardrobe and in my clothes
Under my bed and in the closet
In water left uncovered
And the ***** pool outside my home
In the gutters and uncut lawn
They seem to be everywhere
The “wipers” could not **** them
They seem to make them strong
For everytime they bounced back
More angry and fierce
No! one more pain, one more bite
And my senses returned
I have heard of ITN
Insecticide Treated Net
Convinced I was of just one try
At last I found my warrior
To defeat these aliens and invaders of my world
Oh! How I love this net….
Gleefully I crawl under the net
To take my sweet beautiful rest
And no more of these alien care
And my war against mosquito won
And malaria defeated from the source
Prevention and better than cure.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:03 PM UTC
The peace of the night
Goes without fuzz
Fought with a repellent
Mosquitoes can no longer buzz
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 5:39 PM UTC
I killed you,
Mrs. Mosquito.
In another life,
You could have been a dog
And we would have been friends.
But in this one, where
I am still me
And you were still you,
All that was different was
You were a mosquito.
As I stare at your corpse
Which is now just
a splat of my own blood
on my left forearm,
I only think of how meaningless your death was
and maybe how mine will be as well.
You were a mosquito
And perhaps I am one too.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 3:10 AM UTC
To **** Aedes
To destroy it's habitat
To hide from
Insect rights activist
I'm sorry
That's all
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
2am
listening to the song of the gnat
as I sit having a crap
book in hand
I always read here
since I had small children
the only place I got any peace
the song stops
I can feel the itch
tiny legs massaging skin
looking for a way in
more people killed than are alive today
quite a reputation for one so small
we always called them gnats
never mosquitos
the gnat sounded more diminutive
less of a threat
but as it turns out
they are connected through
their Latin name, Culicidae
so I wonder about malaria
how it's coming back to our shores
as I finish the paperwork
and hear the song resume
disturbing it's evening meal
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
I remember
Under the sublime light
Moves of
The romantic mosquito
Welcome refused
Repeller on
Romance dead
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
Revving engine there you go,
Twisting the throttle of your Harley Davidson
Sunglasses down, a small smirk upon your face
You think you're better than everyone
You stupid mosquito
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
A mosquito chomped me!
It hurt, so I got mad at it.
I shooed and swatted it away,
over and over again,
but it wouldn't leave!
Minute after minute
Swat after swat
Mr. Mosquito went splat
And a small wave of victory overcame my hurt.
Small.
The chomp was still there
but the mosquito wasn't
Did my revenge really make a difference?
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
you lure me like
a mosquito
craving for your
blood
starving
for your
love.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
Every time
You come near me
You kiss me
Then leave
Taking part of me
With you.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
Micro vampires
A disease spreading blood lust;
The devil's syringe
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
i'm on my bed, uncovered.
the fan is on,
it's pleasantly cool.
and my eyelids are heavy,
i'd love to sleep right about now.
hang on, what will happen tomorrow?
let's see, this could happen, or that could happen.
don't those sound fun?
i can't really stop these thoughts,
they're like mosquitos.
there's one buzzing around your head,
trying to **** the life out of you.
then pops in another thought, another mosquito.
and another. and another.
they seemingly never stop multiplying,
attacking you.
they drain the energy out of you,
and you just sit there and let it happen.
i'd love to sleep right about now.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC
From the thick green canopy
The rain oh how it wept
d d d
r d r
i r r
p i i
p i
p p
Creating a sad mucky galaxy
Where the mosquitoes brood is kept
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 8:31 PM UTC
Mosquito bitten bumps rise and falls
My finger tips pressuring soft cells
Hating how it feels as I take pleasure in killing
These wing foes
To them I am the terrorist with weapons of mass destruction
Not a terrorist of guns but one with pity and power to abuse
My feeling shift hotly from victim to symbolic hero
Everyone needs a bone toss in their direction
From the crude skeleton hiding within the dusty Shallows
Closet the feeling you gift to loved ones
Hush the happy times placed on the back logs of memory
Take note of polite strangers with words not your own
As I use them to speak a language taught to me years ago
When was my first word and did I speak it roughly as sandpaper
Or was it sweet to the ears with a buttery finish
Am I too personal with my speech as this is all new to me?
Like a mouse with dreamy eyes watching the gleam off claws above
Silence is the key
Surrounded by much braver beast who riot into the night
I want to be heard
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 1:47 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
i ******* love
to hate me in
the morning.
its all red and white
but ive inhaled so much
second hand smoke
i wheeze when i
take it all
in.
i cant be pleased.
a mosquito bite
that moves when you
find me,
i haven't been satisfied
since 2004
and i don't necessarily
remember what did it
either.
theres a kid rock song
on the radio
and i blast it
so loud
i cant hear myself
forget to turn
away from
the ditch on the side
of the road.
my glasses go first
through the windshield.
i dont remember much
just that its
quieter
than the movies.
morphine hypnosis and
hospital food.
im back where
the hell all started.
i ******* love
to hate me in
the morning.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
Just as I am drifting off,
I hear your whining in my ear so soft,
Somewhere in my room, aloft.
Please kindly, **** off.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC