#piercing
Listen!
lend her your curated ear
Careful or not
she'll run you through
with her violent spindle
Pain and placement
such elegant mistakes
in compression waves
The pleasant sting of
going to heaven
there's a science to the daith
One forward helix
backwards compatible (or not)
it's all a game
Waves of sound
reverberate strangely
against a metal detector
Don't risk infection
stay clear of her industrial nonsense
She'll whisper sweet nothings
until you believe
everything you hear
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 9:46 AM UTC
Do you ever look in the mirror,
and your eyes magnetize to the piercing,
on the right side of your nose,
and remind you,
that we got them together?
(i do.)
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 12:55 PM UTC
There’s a bottle of my mother’s love
Sitting on the kitchen table
It’s gone sour
It’s Sunday morning,
In the piercing comfort of a place
I once would’ve called home,
And the world woke up and walked out on me
The aftermath of July grows right outside my bedroom window
While I sit on a desolate strip of imaginary sand,
With my head in a water cooler
As significant as an ill-fated horsefly
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 3:13 PM UTC
Last night, I had my earlobes pierced.
Prior, I had two piercings on my ears.
One on either side from my childhood,
I can only faintly recall the momentary ache,
not what came after
mom took me,
as she had before,
the outcome will be worth it, she’d explained
Bear the pain,
it only lasts a short while.
It won’t be long 'till the stinging subsides,
and all that will be left,
is a place you can adorn
with glittering gold and shimmering silver
and not-so-witty anecdotes and pretty metaphors,
So,
I let myself be swept in her pace again,
Two new wounds to be embellished.
One,
two,
Perhaps, I’ve regressed
but it hurts more than it did before.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 7:33 AM UTC
Join the tattooed urban tribes!
Share the Maoris’ drumming vibes.
Fire brand your love onto your heart.
Show that holy stigmata don't hurt.
Place *** at the apex.
Chisel deep into your flesh
What is cash and what is trash.
Set your body apart as a work of art.
Don’t be a naked human monkey.
Don't let anyone know you're funky.
Turn your taboos into tattoos.
But at night, take off your shoes
and put to sleep your tattoos.
Then sink under your skin
and meet yourself behind the scene.
Perhaps, you’ll see tattoo
as nothing new
(I’m afraid)
than the old skin trade.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 8:50 PM UTC
my dear fellow human,
you have been wintergreen against my heart. a sharp brilliance of blinding light captivating me within the infinite breadth of a wandering moment. my lungs frosted first freezing figures of frozen firs upon the memory of each breath. my blood ran cold like that winter river and I was a fish beneath its icy exterior and you have been wintergreen against my heart. a cold slap of circulating change penetrating each layer of protection. you have been wintergreen through them all and now you are wintergreen against my heart. a fresh perspective from the core of my being to the scales of my skin. a permeating resolution of piercing glacial coolness frosting the valves and chambers of this brumal beater. you have taken my breath from gelid gilded gills and scattered the shattered pieces of peace across this boreal landscape. from the hiemal heights of arctic aurora aura's to the lower polar valley's suspended in diamond dust--you have been wintergreen among them all and now these roots are too--cool, clear and growing--and i have never been so grateful for the cold that pierced and kissed this wintergreen heart.
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
I don't understand
Why anyone would want to be pretty
When they could be unique
I know that I would rather be me
Than be pretty
Sorry to say that looks ain't all that
But trust me,
It's the character that matters
Not what the character's wearing
It is more beautiful
When the character does something
That is pretty
When they tell you
How amazing the character looks
And how everyone ought to be jealous
I'm sorry,
But I want to match my outside with my in
And if my inside has purple hair,
A lip ring
And stretched ear lobes
Then that's exactly what I want to look like
Because to me, that's an action
And you know that actions
Are really what makes a story
Real
So who here wants to be pretty?
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
I met her at
the Corner Pocket.
She was bar tending.
Her nose was
pierced, so was
her tongue, and
her heart.
She spoke of
a Utopian city:
A town of tree houses.
She was in her
third year of
architectural school at
Iowa State.
Some dreams are
best left
unsaid.
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 7:01 AM UTC
"Self care is important"
That's what my friends say
But their form of Self Care is
A hot bath
An early night
Time to yourself
My form of Self Care is
A breakdown
A new piercing
A spontaneous adventure
We are not the same.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 10:20 PM UTC
incomplete
lost
unscrewed
without a pair
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 7:23 AM UTC
The lights of the cosmos are stored in her eyes
And I feel naked when I'm locked in her gaze
In their shine are no shadows, no secrets, no lies
The lights of the cosmos are stored in her eyes
Every starlight, and comet, and brightest sunrise
All that is dark or false is consumed in their blaze
The lights of the cosmos are stored in her eyes
And I feel naked when I'm locked in her gaze
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
Within his piercing blue eyes
She found heavenly love
Sparkling for her.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
keep whispering
piercing promises
until my ears started to bleed
make me believe
make me believe
you won't ever leave
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
Love was never as alluring
Until its gaze drew an emerald shade
And like arrows shots ensuring
From my memory they wouldn´t fade.
And from such a strike
There is no hope to defend
No bastion wall as sturdy
Or polished shield can hope deflect.
Yet your stare so piercing
Went through my flesh with ease
My heart laid bare and empty
And now with hope its filled.
A quest I will make to find
Your green emerald eyes
My life maybe forfeit, yet I must try
For before your sight, I never felt so alive.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
A Fix
Burn
Comforting
Fluttering
Itching
Need
Pain
Piercing
Pressure
Stabbing
Tingling
-still-
It's either euphoric or revolting,
what some would call love.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
I knew of a girl
in a little green sweater
her eyes were bright
just like the weather
she came from a sunny place but
I slowly learned her insides were more of the rainy type
she said she had the emotional health of a cheese grater
I never really knew what to make of that-
it could be taken so many ways
but what I did know was
she was strong, soft, bold, and outspoken
she might've felt flimsy like aluminum and full of holes,
glass with little cracks to seep through,
but to me she was solid titanium that could shred through anything,
diamond with dangerous piercing points
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
Ivy has style
Ivy puts on dresses and heels
Ivy reads books
Ivy talks about books
Ivy lies to her father
Ivy eats at expensive restaurants and pays with her mother’s card
Ivy is beautiful and wild
Ivy is strange and vicious
Ivy drinks more than she should
Ivy eats less than necessary
Ivy has a bottle of ***** and a coke in her car
Ivy has a parking ticket on the windshield
Ivy busily rolls a joint and goes outside
Ivy sits on a cold curb and smokes elegantly
What else can I say about Ivy?
Ivy has a beautiful, slim handwriting
Once Ivy kissed as if she was eating soup
Ivy is poisonous or so she thinks
Ivy is impressed by "stupid" crazy stories, such as "Naked Lunch"
Sometimes Ivy dances to Britney Spears
Ivy likes "Love" by Gaspar Noé
Ivy likes to re-enact classical paintings: Venus, Ophelia,…
Ivy buys matching underwear from Agent Provocateur
Kisses make Ivy’s back, neck, and face blush
Not a solid fill-in red, but marble blotches
Ivy has piercings on her ******* and down there
Ivy has scars from a razor blade: a triangle on her chest and "Anathema" on her hip
Ivy has a streak of tragedy in her
I like Ivy
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
Covering all that you are.
It makes each and every person
We destroy our bodies
Tattoos, piercings, needles.
Why do we destroy the thing
That’s been there since day one?
What do we do?
We destroy it more.
Until we rot in our graves.
Covered in destruction
Of what we’ve always known.
From picking at your fingertips
To slitting our wrists.
Destroying ourselves
For pain and pleasure
But we all end up six feet under anyways,
What is the big deal?
Express yourself.
Get that nose piercing,
Get that tattoo.
Do what you want,
As long as you don’t regret it.
Your flesh, your story.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
A boy goes to school
And tears his schoolmates apart
With metal piercing bullets
This is normal now.
Igor Goldkind
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
My life is a series of "do this" and "do that",
Not actually doing what I really want to.
They say it's for me, it's for the best and whatnots,
Everything's more of what I'm expected to do.
Then came a reckless boy who called my life boring,
That was something I wasn't really expecting.
The first experience he gave me was a piercing,
He changed the way I see life, not even knowing.
04-19-17 // 12:46 PM
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC
**It was piercing the way the day slowed in her eyes
As she felt the pain of been abandoned
It was shaking.**
**It was shaking how the cold stole her skin in the mid of the night
As she watched through her window pane, with tears in her eyes
It was harrowing**
**It was harrowing how her lights turned darkness
As she moved through time without any hope, wishing her life would end
It was fearful**
**It was fearful how darkness taunted her soul, and how she searched for light in darkness still
As she sailed in an ocean of endless misery, without any destination
It was blinding**
Professor Marylyn-Dolly©
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
Piercing veil, piercing eyes
Piercing through the sunlit skies
Piercing through the soft gray clouds
Piercing through the silenced crowd
Gaze as bright as morning sun
******* all of Earth’s bright fun
Children laughed and children played
But happiness could not stay
Slicing through the peaceful air
Stirring up a sweet affair
Silencing the joyful cries
Slowly showing piercing eyes
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
I pierced my ear today.
Emphasis on the I.
I bought supplies,
took the needle,
and pierced my skin.
Then cartilage and skin again.
Put the earring in and locked it up.
Cleaned up blood with watered down
chemicals.
I pierced my ear today
to get a safer rush of pain.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC