"dripps" poems
Run from me.
Did you run from me?
No baby runs faster into my arms, i'll cause you no harm.
I can softly soothe my icelace fingers into the sockets of your eyes, my hands may shake but it's only from love as I move your veiny white eyes to my palms, let them melt like your voice let them drip like your bottom half on my ***
And now you just can't look away, i'll stare into your eyes forevermore, forevermore.
Oh darling, you're trying so hard to get away, Its so ******* cute that you cant tell that i'll make you stay.
My lips on your lips, my teeth bite your tongue, harder harder hurting hurting, copper ink spills through our kiss, and your tongue dripps so lonely from your cold purple lips.
You have my heart so i can take you apart until you give me yours.
Brush your hair with my fingers, dear you'll stay with me forever.
Your soft large thighs, so easy to cut, fingernails, fingernails, fingernails in the ruts. Pull the muscle, bone and flesh apart, make art my lovely canvas. Now i can taste what you really are, my beautiful work of art. we fill your legs with our wedding cake, oh baby aren't we so cute?
Can't run from me now, your mine and you love me but you don't say it enough so I bit off your tongue.
And Im Here smoking cigarettes yet still i want a kiss, burns at the back of your mouth.
Every strand of hair burns just like candle wick, your skin, it cracks moaning like a house full of poisen.
You only moan when I hurt you, but hey, it's sexyer this way aint it?
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
Oh a wasted sea of humanity
Watch as it crumbles to confetti
Open doors quietly welcoming
We say goodnight
The masses shout hurray
Years roll past our deaths but wilting ashes
Dashes whip the *****
My face a mockery but it passes
Fabulous darling your face dripps with paint
I stumble for words oh I only hope you'll wait
Pray my friend you're as lonely as me
Pry your eyes open
See what we can be
Oh run my curious friend
Flee to the sloping hills
Your God is in your head pay attention when the air is still
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
She is the poem his heart writes while he lays sleeping in perfect slumber and the sounds of a magenta sky flows with music drifting slow and easy from the rhythmic sway of her soft hair and a gentle warmth rains down from her deep blue eyes sending him ever further down into the ocean of this endless dream and the echo of eternity dripps like honey from her precious lips and beautiful smile and the words of the poem burn into the skin of his heart and the music stays with him throughout the waking hours of the day and he smiles a smile he hasn't smiled since the long lost days before love met heartache and tragedy
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
In summer nights your words goes wild, slipping in
through the windows so you could sort of smell
how the whole night had turned out
Imagine the look on the face
when they realised what you stole out of them
Stopping it from the step, loosing the language
in the tombs of dead fools
(where else could be home?)
I stick my finger up the hole
spin it around, so that the twist of pleasure falls out
dripps to then become sticks that pokes holes
inlines
As a kid,
I could take them away, imagining that I
went away
so that we never had to hear that cunning mind again
I will never turn younger, I’m told.
I’m just wondering what they mean
For what happens when my mind does not absorb the idea
realisation about the casual plan
it sort of falls apart
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
Sometimes I fill like a glass too full
Like one small bump will send all the liquid spilling
Out into the open
Like a shattered egg dripps white yoke onto a surface
Almost as if only some parts will be seen
And the warm soft yellow center of my soul will be ignored.
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC