#veins
I have an addictive personality
In one way and more
I’m an addict for sure, not for ****** or crack not something easy like that
No I’m an addict for love
And yes I know every addict right now is grinding there teeth wishing to tear me a new one
***** uttered through gritted teeth
And that’s fair I’d say, I’m sure it ***** I’ve never been addicted much
just *** smokes, alcohol and such
I don’t know, not really how hard it is but what I can say is this
I wish I was an addict to something that would actually **** me
See an addict they need it always and can’t get enough
Fill their veins till they see heaven with that stuff
But the love I crave you see
it never brings me ecstasy
just half hearted hope that one day I’ll see
someone won’t tear up and spit out what’s left of me
It’s not a high I can control and it leaves me wanting something awful
It takes away my breathe but forgets to give it back
I’m so use to walking around gasping living through a pain that’s worse than a heart attack
**** if I could be an addict I think maybe, yes I would
****** would be a friend that would never leave me like he could
Hell if somethings going to run like acid through my veins
eating ravaging through my brain
taking away anything sane
Than Jesus ******* Christ let it be something that actually kills me not takes me dancing in the rain, breaks my heart and looks at me like I’m the one to blame
Let it be something I can claim
Cause this love **** is exhausting and I’m tired of the pain
Give me one giant shot of bliss and let me leave this plain
Because the next time I can get a hit
I know it’s going to feel like ****
But my hearts an addict, it won’t quit
I’ll give all that’s left to be their perfect fit
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 7:12 PM UTC
I want to close my eyes
to let the warmth and sense of peace wash over me
To sleep in the arms of the ancient flora.
Mother nature was here long before us,
and will be here long after we're gone.
The trees, old and wise,
will eventually watch the fall of this society
And the start of anew.
When the breeze carries the smell of earth,
It brings with it something primitive that you cannot put your finger on,
something old and undisturbed.
Something to be protected,
Worshiped,
but at the very least obeyed.
I want flowers to grow in my lungs replacing the air,
I want my ribs to be wrapped in vines,
I want fungi to grow where my thoughts used to be,
I want my heart to be taken
To be put to better use.
There’s something deep inside of me,
engraved on the lining of my heart,
burned into my thighs,
drawn out through my veins,
that yearns for something more than ordinary.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 2:43 PM UTC
In a dark room, you light a candle.
I see its flame reflected in your eyes.
You blow out the candle.
The room is dark again,
but I still see the flame in your eyes,
even brighter now,
igniting me into its glow.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 7:09 PM UTC
With frozen veins, i can't hold worm blood,
Holding in the pain, hiding the bruises,
For i was lovely and sweet as a peach,
But got married to the hustle and pain,
For life that was to hard,
The more i played,
The more i payed,
Though it was not ever casted back,
Broken and worn i was,
Until i froze and left for dead,
And now i leave with icey veins.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 9:16 PM UTC
With frozen veins, i can't hold worm blood,
Holding in the pain, hiding the bruises,
For i was lovely and sweet as a peach,
But got married to the hustle and pain,
For life that was to hard,
The more i played,
The more i payed,
Though it was not ever casted back,
Broken and worn i was,
Until i froze and left for dead,
And now i leave with icey veins.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 8:45 PM UTC
younger me still bleeds
turn the rivers ruby
underneath i breathe
slowly but surely
it can’t **** me, i refuse
i rehash and refute
magic flows in my veins
my heart beats not drains
i let myself unpack what i need to leave
reorganizing my creaking brain
reorganize all fleeting ways
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 7:22 AM UTC
the ceiling fan spins like a jury deliberating
over the crime of my birth
each blade a verdict, each rotation a mistrial.
i swallowed a payphone once,
just to hear the dial tone echo in my ribs.
it still rings when i lie too still.
there’s a cassette lodged in my throat,
rewinding the moment you said
“this isn’t a rescue, it’s a rerun.”
the walls are made of expired prescriptions
and the wallpaper peels like scabs
from a wound that never learned its name.
i tried to alphabetize my regrets
but they keep filing themselves under “miscellaneous.”
the mattress remembers more than i do
its springs hum elegies for limbs
that forgot how to tremble.
i saw a man selling nostalgia in ziplock bags
outside the ruins of a blockbuster.
he offered me a discount
if i promised not to feel anything.
my veins are traffic reports from cities
that no longer exist.
gridlock in the left atrium.
detour through the spleen.
you once said
“pain is just a poorly translated metaphor,”
but i think it’s a fax machine
still printing out apologies
from a decade that never arrived.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 9:53 PM UTC
Let me paint you a picture.
Red glasses filled with empty words.
Mirrors that don’t catch your reflection.
Blue and white lilies covering the floor—a floor I once knew.
It is the same floor I spend half of my days crying on.
There’s music.
Music filling the voids of an empty space where my heart was supposed to be.
It resonates through every cavity, through every bone, but my dead soul cannot hear it.
The blood is no longer running through my veins,
And my lips—once filled with love and affection—are as dark as the moment.
How easy is it to die of a broken heart?
Is it really broken? Or am I going crazy while I watch it fall and shatter around my lily-covered floor?
I crawl to pick up the pieces,
And I cut myself on every little bit,
But there’s nothing coming out of my fingers—just the sorrow of a few tears.
Empty.
Empty body, empty eyes, empty mind, empty soul of mine.
Should I remake my heart? Should I get the glue and put it all together again?
Or should I just keep cutting myself with the pieces?
Maybe I should let it be as it is.
There’s beauty in a broken heart.
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
mantienes mi mente activa
tu elevaste a mis penas
me mantienes viva
eres el sangre que corre por mis venas
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 10:33 AM UTC
A fire in my veins, it burns and spreads,
No solace found, my pain instead.
It courses through me, an unseen dread,
My heart beats hindered, slow and dead.
I gasp for air, my breath a plea,
To regulate, find sanctuary.
Isolation's grip, it smothers me,
Abandoned here, in misery.
The spreading burn, a growing blight,
My center bleeds, devoid of light.
Rot consumes me, without a doubt,
From inside out, it spills about.
My vision blurs, my words a mess,
Organs churn, enduring stress.
A fleeting glance, at moments past,
Life lived too fast, it couldn't last.
The forecast grim, my future bleak,
A question haunts, my soul to seek:
Was it all worth this fleeting chase?
I shunned the breaks, embraced the race.
Lost in the maze, of fleeting fears,
My peers' applause, drowned out my tears.
Exhausted, striving, never to stand out,
My grotesque form, a silent shout.
"Leave me," I begged, a final plea,
But now the burn consumes, sets me free.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
Just close your weary eyes
and feel the demise
become one with your veins,
as your heart drips
with transcended oblivion.
The feelings you once harboured
have now departed from the shore,
the forgotten waves
coming to an unavoidable end.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 10:28 AM UTC
The moon caught fire,
the warmth slowly seeping
deep into my awry, hollow veins.
But the only thing that could quench
it's ember-lit flames,
was my lovesick yearning
for you.
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 11:44 AM UTC
the smoke from my cigarette
stains
I have this smoke
all through my veins
it runs freely whenever it wants
the smoke from my cigarette stains.
the inhale is deep
and the smoke remains.
my lungs are intoxicated
and full of stains.
smoking hot
or smoking cold
I don’t care for seasons
my cigarettes taste good all year round
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 4:22 AM UTC
U have the Eyes, of the Stars
and your Lips, are crucial as Air.
U have warmth of the Sun and Mars,
and your Heart is valuable and Rare.
I Wish to Write a Poem on your skin
and illustrate every word I write for U.
Sail My fingertips on your gentle Curves
and trace them on the Heart I Drew.
If the Morning Sun forgets to rise,
U will be lighting up My Skies.
It’s both Beautiful and Tragic.
When I'm with U, how fast time Flies.
My Passions are coursing in My Veins.
As sweat appears on your Skin.
Heaven has opened it's Doors for Me,
So Darling......Please let Me In.
Jun 29, 2023
Jun 29, 2023 at 6:23 AM UTC
All the seconds that we've wasted
Looking at each other's faces,
Then one day we said, "Hello."
Never close the curtain on this show.
We made friends, then we made love.
We made war, you were above.
You said you were letting go.
You closed the curtain on this show.
The glistening in your corner eye
Becomes a tear that you cry.
I ask you why you have to go.
You close the curtain on this show.
Wall-to-wall the city beats
With hearts and footfalls on the streets.
I'm alone now, they all know.
You've closed the curtain on this show.
Like veins in arms, the avenues
Are winding anywhere, but you.
I wander with no place to go.
You've closed the curtain on this show.
Maybe someday I'll be seen,
Floating stillness in the stream.
Tangled in a bed of stone,
Having closed the curtain on this show.
Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 4:01 PM UTC
Rise and fall
Wills your voice
Rise and fall
Fall upon my desperate ears
Coursing are my deepest fears
Pouring out through your veins
Making me tremble
And cry
Until my tears are beyond dry
Canyons bore into skin
Of unfathomable pain
- Jay M
October 7th, 2021
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 11:58 AM UTC
Take my heart
Cardium carpal
Impossible to hold in both hands
In every glorious piece
Valve, ventricle, artery
Pulsing, pulsing — but no blood
Not pink, not red but grey,
Grey matter, but no matter
Take care not to lack a hole by
Ebon ivory of your skeletal hands,
Pulsing, pulsing — but no blood
Only bone grasping endocrine glands
Blood eagled atrium across your palms
Venae cavae hollowed hands.
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 6:10 PM UTC
There are so many lilies in my brain,
spreading the petals of the pain,
full of the fragrance of regret,
they are too hard to forget,
thrive and flow fast through the veins.
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 12:52 PM UTC
my thought fibers
push past the clutter,
swirling around until
my brain twists into knots
and my heart follows suit,
its veins tangling like spider webs
until my feet get swept off the ground
and my body gets ****** into the black hole.
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 1:04 AM UTC
Crashing waves against the crunch of sand
Touches my feet
Sinking into the softness beneath me
As the water stains my toes blue
And paints goosebumps
Paints chills
Across my legs
Up to my stomach
Full of the same crashing waves
Those which curl
And spin in whirlpools
Up to my chest
Into my lungs full of seasalt
And the bitterness of the morning sun
Down every branching vein
That reminds me of mangrove roots
Yet pale and blue
So small and delicate
It reaches my own shaking fingers
And to the rosiness of my cheeks
All I hear is the soft ringing of windchimes in my ears
And the splash that dissipates into nothing but tiny droplets
Maybe that’s what keeps me awake at night.
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 8:22 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, not for them for you:]
in your own skin they say
in your own way they say
in your presence they say
but to me in my feels not the exact same
in the self satisfaction I see it
a smile your heart only can beat it
magic for the veins to bleed it
not for others to tolerate it
not for the others to be it nor name it
------ravenfeels
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 3:41 PM UTC
it climbs up their thin veins,
worming its way under their skin,
until it digs into their vulnerable minds,
controlling them from the inside out,
until they twist the life out of others.
the prey become the predators.
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 12:04 AM UTC
There is a reason water is clear, and blood is crimson, for it would be far too painful to try and see the truth in your veins.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 1:24 AM UTC
You were a drug to me, babe.
You weren't the medicinal kind either.
You weren't just a painkiller.
You weren't an antidepressant.
You weren't a Xanax.
You weren't ******
You weren't even the good kind of drug.
You weren't ****** or **** or ecstasy.
You were the kind of drug that
messed around with my heart and left my brain feeling clouded.
You were the kind of drug that left me confused and
feeling worse than before I took you.
But I did.
Again and
again.
I told myself I would
break this vicious cycle of unscrewing your cap and
hating myself for it afterwards.
That I wouldn't draw back the plunger and
force you into my veins anymore.
But I didn't.
Again and
again.
I told myself you
would be the death of me.
Every high you gave me left me feeling
lost in the clouds.
I might as well have been
six feet deep.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 11:14 PM UTC
You were the definition of
Satisfaction.
You were the blood
in my veins, and
the smoke in my lungs.
I was addicted to you in the worst of ways.
It was you who could quench the eternal thirst at my lips. And it was you who could satisfy the ravenous hunger in my bones.
You were everything I needed all at once. And You gave me everything I ever wanted.
A love that
consumed
me.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 9:37 PM UTC