Dripdripdripdrip drip as it slips all it’s secrets, secrets slipped from the lip of the rusty metal moldy faucet, water whispers water whimpers water wishes of a time long gone; dripping water ever swirling round the beaten bolted sink; bolted to a wooden floor, chipped and nicked and cracked but grips, it grips the sink and won’t let go.

Secrets swirling round the sink into the void and through the pipes beneath the wooden boards of floor which would let loose their life-long grip of one worn weathered tired tethered reddish tinted rusty sink if only it - the wood! - if it could leave the floor it; the wood would stand and stretch and scratch and then would walk right out the door; wooden boards held hostage by a layered web of iron nails nailed years ago.

Creaking boards tell tales to pipes which snake throughout the secret house; Drip they drip they speak they slip through lips of sinks the secrets silent lip they drip and slip andio they rip and drip andrip they drip they dripdrip they ripipip i i…

Hush the whisper of the wind through broken windows rattles timber breaks the slumber of the man whose face is etched and leathered ever marked by hands of time; time played games the game of life the old man thought and thinks he still can stand and stretch and scratch then walk straight through the door and out the house, like secrets lost in rusty pipes he thinks he’ll walk into the dark and be whisked off on wings of wind which carries whispers rattles windows speaks in drips through rusty lips of bolted sinks gripped by the floors forever more and so the man will sit he sits and thinks and thinks he drips and drips drips dripdripipip i i i...

End Part 1

drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
cold
drip
drip
drip
drip
drop
drip
drip
­drip
slice
drip
drip
silence
drip
peace

Age five I never tripped
Never got hurt
No bone broken
They gave me bandages anyway
I could see their bandages
Underneath every shirt
Tik tik tik
Age 10 a knife was stuck into my chest
Drip
Drip
Drip
But no one else saw the blood
Only the knife through my lungs
I couldn’t breathe
They gave me a bandage and told me
That’s life
I could see theirs bandaged chests
There was no blood on them
Tik tik tik
Age twelve I went outside
My pockets filled with spare bandages
Had to be prepared for the cuts to bleed through
A man I had never seen before told me
You don’t need those bandages anymore
He ripped off the cloth covering my scrapes
Only a bead of blood trickled out
I didn’t know why he did it
Tik tik tik
I see him again
He tells me
You don’t need those bandages anymore
I take them off
The **** on my chest
Still bleeding profusely
A small cut near my thigh
Drip
Drip
Drip
His own blood stained bandages covered his eyes
His body sticky from the blood the wound caused
I think he needs a doctor
Tik tik tik
I see him
Again
Again
Again
I bandage myself more
Only to rip it off when I see him
Drip
Drip
Drip
My chest is soaked
I think I need a doctor
Tik tik tik
Age fifteen I hadn’t seen him in years
But he was there when anyone spoke
Too many bandages
Not enough space
Too much blood
Drip
Drip
Drip
Tik tik tik
In two months time I saw a man I had known for many years
You need another bandage. I can see your cuts
I think his eyes are damaged
I can see the blood coming through
I think he needs a doctor

Drip
Drip
Strike one.

She is a zombie walking down
An empty hallway

Drip
Drip
Strike Two

Will I ever feel the same?

Life isn’t a game,
You can’t act like nothing happened.
I know you think that I can’t lighten up.
But there is no sunshine to remind me what light looks like.
You’re jokes just make it worse
Because I’m not here to play.

Drip
Drip
Strike three.

Sorry— that these are my raw emotions
I’m fine— it’s not like you care
It doesn’t matter— anymore

Faking smiles
And trying to forget.
Oh wait, that’s contradictory.

Drip
Drip
Silence.

Drip, drip, drip
Wishes...
Drip, drip, drip.

You think you're safe?
Think you gave me
the slip?
You thought you'd end
on a guilt trip?
Whip, whip, whip.

Whip, whip, whip
Dishes-
Crack, crack, crack.

All this - my blood.
Whip, whip, whip.
You think we're buds-
Whip, whip, whip.

The odds were stacked.
So you stacked back.
You said I lacked,
with a back hand
smack.
Whip, whip! 

I spin the plates.
I spin the plates.
You knock them down.
I spin the plates.
Crack, crack.

Because you say,
I must obey.
I'd rather pray
for sunless day.
Drift through the dark,
night, endless, stark.
Now on my mark,
Head down, *** out-
Whip, whip, whip.

Drip.
Drip.
Hate fills.
Hate steals.
Drip, drip.

Why couldn't you
just do like you
should?
Why aren't you
doing some good?
Whip, whip;
I can't take it.
Drip, drip.
Why can't you just
let me go?

I spin the plates.
You knock them down.
I spin the plates.
Crack, crack.

"Drip drip drip"
Like some kind of sick
Clock ticking the silence away:
The water in the sink.
The heater running on the brink
Reminds me to work
Harder. Tomorrow's another day.
"Drip drip drip"
Reminding me of your wet lips
That I can't kiss.
Like a butterfly that flies away
When it gets colder
And the sweet-smelling flowers fade.
I feel older,
But tomorrow's another day.
"Drip drip drip"
Gotta call the guy to fix it,
Slipping beyond repair.
Too many playful moments as a child,
The light's fading from my hair.
Lying on a mattress with
Springs digging in my back.
American water torture
"Drip drip drip"
I gotta pick up the slack tomorrow

Drip drop
One tear two tear
Drip drop
One puddle two puddle
This **** is getting old
Tears falling on the inside of my face
Too shy to show their face
Yet the reopened scars on my wrist
Dance nakedly in public
Drip drop
My tears drip
Into the depths of my throat
The feelings all but pleasant
Choaking and coughing
Of every one that pelts my trachea
Drip drop
My blood drops
Creating puddle after puddle
I'm afraid to even look at my feet
Because I know their all overflowing
They say blood is thicker than water
Yet they dance so elegantly together
When their the ones that are drowning me
All because I'm afraid you'll say its my time to go
Pack up my **** and hit the road
Drip drop
It's kind of annoying
I'm glad I only have a few seconds left
Till the facet in my veins and tear ducts
Finally close themselves
Or the water company realizes I'm not paying the bill

I sense it,  
I can feel its mist.
Thunder begins to roll.
Lighting begins to flash.
“Drip Drop”
Now I can hear it.
Where already there,
Where getting into it.
“Drip Drop”
Comes closer to me,
Taking away my every breathe
Begins to pick up the speed
“Drip Drop”
We begin to intertwine,
I begin to lose control of my mind
All of a Sudden
“Drip Drop”
Realises my struggle
Begins slow down
Understand me,
So it slows down.
“Drip Drop”
Please I beg take me away,
I fell in love with you,
Please don’t go away.
“Drip Drop”
It stayed and waited,
Until I fell asleep,
Falling into a subliminal state.
“Drip Drop”
I woke up,
Only to remember its sound,
Never looked once upon its face.
“Drip Drop”

Drip.
Drip. Drip.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Like a flood it takes me over.
Hands of life come ever closer.
Water, tides, and waves crashing.
Simple, sample, teeth ever gnashing.
I call out your name and the echoes shatter.
The shape of our outline never matters.
Simple, sample, tongues ever dancing.
Water, tides, and waves prancing.
Hands of death come ever closer.
Like a flood it takes me over.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Drip. Drip.
Drip.

drip, drip, drip,
the cold bead slides
through the slits of bark.

drip, drip, drip
the leaves bear weight
of a thousand drops.

drip, drip, drip
the crack of the bark
the rip of the leaves
the winds pressure
the roots.
the branches pressure
the tree.

The fruit falls.
The land needs.
The bark snaps.
The tree bleeds.

drip, drip, drip,
the cold bead slides
through the slits of the bark.

There is a monster
Inside of my head.
It’s not in the closet,
Or under the bed.
Us two locked in combat,
Soon one will be dead.
War is peace
For this monster and me.
The arrow,
The notch,
The sword in the sheath,
It stops.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Blood.
Is it blood?
Have I spilled the beast’s blood?
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Perhaps it’s water,
Please give me water.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Tears.
They are mine.
Streaking white across my face.
Fate is truly divine.
Fate is truly divine.
No monsters in the dark to fear,
For my monster is always a mirror near.
Drip,
Drip,
Slay.

By. Lauren

Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
This poem sounds like the rest of them.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Am I repeating myself over and over again?
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
I feel like a leaky faucet of ideas.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Is there any creativity left in me?
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
My ideas don't flow out like they use to.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
I think I'm done with poetry.

Drip drip drip...
The drops of the rain,
the lightly falling rain.

Drip drip drip...
the Slow fall of each bead,
of water that gives life.

Drip drip drip...
the burning feeling,
of the acid rain...

Drip drip dead.
The Lack Of The Rainforest...

Drip
My blood
Drip
Runs freely
Drip
From the wound
Drip
In my chest
Drip
Split open by Love
Drip
Took what he wanted
Drip
Then left me broken
Drip
Promised to catch me
Drip
Then let me fall
Drop

Drip drop drip drop
Watching it fall from the top
Drip drop drip drop
Why can't it stop?

Walking down the path
She's walking on a world full of wrath
Mischievous persons everywhere
This pain, how can she bear?

There she was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles
How can she get out of this place?
She don't know, she don't have strength to fight

Shouting and judging
Now her ears , she's covering
Tears are now falling
Her heart has stop beating

Eyes that as lonely as the darkest hue
She is alive but don't have a life
She is smiling but don't have a bright
Why can't she have the joy you have in you?

Now she's holding a cold piece of metal
Yes! She's picking the last petal
Hoping all the pain will vanish away
The deep cut will take it all away

Drip drop drip drop
Bloods are dripping from the top
Drip drop drip drop
Finally! The pain has stopped.

Flying with cut wrists

Above the color of a surrogate self

Osiris Son of Earth and Heaven

I suddenly feel the warm red viscous liquid

Slowly it seeps out furtively at first

Then with more determination

Down my arm across my right hand, across my left

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

I can sense it congealed on my head where my hands have been

Clinging to me not wishing to leave

My face is caressed by crimson fingers as a lover would

My eyes, ears, nose, mouth, neck

It seems to roam over me looking for a home

Trickling across my lips it offers, no dares me to taste

Teasing me, but my mouth cannot respond

Lips now matched against the scarlet

A growing blue in comparison, colour mix

Form a new symmetric sapphiric jewel

I feel rushing air as off a great wind

Bright white lights curiously dance above me

Invite me to join them

Colours speed past

Drab, dreary colours green, grey

Then suddenly a veil is laid upon me

All is black

Drip.
I Stare Down At The Ground.
Drip.
My Eyes Are Tempted To Drift Towards You,
But I Know Better.
Drip.
My Eyes Jump To The Loud Noise,
In This Silent Room.
Drip.
I Stand Silently, Walking Towards The Noise.
DRIP.
I Spin Around- Only To See You,
Hanging From The Rafters,
Motionless.
I Shut My Eyes,
My Head Screaming To Pull You Down And Scream Until You Wake,
But I Know It Shall Never Work.
Drip.
You Have Perished,
A Silent Tear Making It's Way Down My Face.
Drip.
I Fall To The Ground, Crying Softly,
You Claimed You Where Okay,
Not That I Should Have Cared For My Kidnapper.
Drip.
Or My ******.
But What Can I Say,
It's A Case Of Being A Misanthrope.
I Love Him.
I Love Him.
I Love Him.
Your So **** Selfish.
Waiting Till I Loved You With All My Heart,
To End It All.
I'll Never Forget,
My Case Of Being A Misanthrope.
Drip.*
~ Kat Herondale.

“Drip-Drop”

Fear will ****** your promises on a 33 degrees to ice ratio. Drip…Drip…Drip.. Drop…You can’t live on fear for it feeds on you. Fear blossoms like a stone and relaxes like the wind. Fear is comfortable when it runs into the arms of complacency. Fear can’t afford to lose so it will never win. Fear can’t make mistakes or be wrong. How clever and beautiful does ignorance make it self appear…fear… fear… fear.. Drip.. Drip.. Drop…..how fear settles on a soul calling it self happy. No! You have a promise that tugs at the condensation of each grain that settles on the egg timer of your human flesh and fear says STOP! I say your BIG FONT but little context! Fear is dead on the cross but we just don’t know how to leave the grave yard…Jesus is faithful…Don’t settle…Don’t settle for the Drip…Drop………….

Drip drop tear.
The darkness nears.
Your demons are here.
Drip drop tear.

Drip drop tear.
The shadow leers.
Your pain is your peer.
Drip drop tear.

Drip drop tear.
The heart no longer bears.
Death smells of fear.
Drip drop tear.


©Aastha

The embrace of the Sun doth make Icarus’ wings melt.
Drip drop, pit pat.
Forgotten dreams, fallen wings
Fading into nothingness as the two embrace
Broken hearts, torn feathers
The tale of the star-crossed

Icarus, bundle of joy
Overflowing with innocence
Soaring through the air
And with him
Freedom and happiness
And the ability to lie

Sun stood. Prideful, strong, bright.
Lonely.
She yearned for another
With whom she could share
Her light and warmth
Her darkness and coldness.

He desired nothing more than the company of another
She desired nothing more than the company of another

So Icarus said to the Sun
Let me stay, I won’t leave you
This place is right where I need to be
And though Sun knew
The embrace of Sun, will make Icarus’ wings melt
But she kept silent, and nodded.

The two were happy for a long while
-Drip drop, pit pat-
so very happy together
-Drip drop, pit pat-
never wanting to let go
-Drip drop, pit pat-

Drip drop, pit pat
Drip
Drop
Pit
Pat
Drip

Waxy tears coating his disappearing surface
Waxy tears lining her marooned surface

The embrace of the Sun doth make Icarus melt.
Drip drop, pit pat.
Forgotten dreams, fallen wings
She faded into nothingness as he melted away
Broken hearts, torn feathers
Never seeing the light of day

Never seeing, the light of day.