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  Nov 2014 Visceral love
ghost dad
he took the bottle of happiness
doctors prescribed to him
in order to wipe out the demons
inside of him
and emptied the pills onto his tongue
while tasting the metallic tablets
a gulp of water raced down his throat
the pills swam through the liquid
down to the boy's stomach
and lay there like a body in a coffin
i hate the taste of pills  except advil bc advil is coated in sugar. but i also hate liquid medicine i will ***** liquid medicine i  hate it so much
You
You* held me tight through my nightmares
You helped me escape from these snares
You are- no *were
my knight
You gave me a fright
You got mad at me
You wouldn't leave me be
You hit me if I did something wrong
Yet You made me feel that I belonged
You saved me from myself, made me smile
I'll stay with You for a while
No, I won't leave You... you will get mad
Bruises on my face You made as a fad
I will cover for You, love
Lets hope God watches me and You from above
I promise not to make You mad anymore
You are angry, 1 hit, 2, 3, 4
I still love You
I know You love me too
  Nov 2014 Visceral love
Donna Bella
Betrayal hurts
It's the feeling a person gives you when they hurt you intentionally
It's the feeling he gave me 15 minutes ago
It's the feelings that's going to make me not love you anymore
It's the feelings that I've losed for you
I'm done with you have a nice life
I supported everything you did
Just to have betrayal knocking on my front door
Remember that karma is a *****
  Nov 2014 Visceral love
JWolfeB
Blood dripped through at the tip of my pen

Scribing the words in my veins

Showing the shadows of altruism

Spilling ink across white skies

Shall my tattoos melt off my skin

Sacrificing my own existence

To write poems about you
  Nov 2014 Visceral love
Haydn Swan
These last few days have left me fraught,
a plethora of words is what I sought,
but darkest thoughts made me weep,
midnight interludes, trying to sleep,

tried to hide in a box of pills,
buried under a pile of quills,
darkness engulfed my spark of desire,
sat on the top of a funeral pyre.
We are the runners.
the ones you can't stop
the seekers
we run and search and pray

Looking and struggling for something
that is right in front of our gaze
We want more of you God
we've been asking for days

Then God said "enough"
and he accepted our challenge
and that's how we ended upon this island

Now we run, but stay in the same place
right in God´s hands inside the base
the love we find here
is blessed to us with grace
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