"peirce" poems
For now the winter bites
Breath stolen by the cold fingers
Of the nights frost
Hanging in the still air
We shall return to our motherland
Victoria is the name
Pressed onto cracked lips
Let the fire of saviour burn tonight
As we prepare
For thine enemy shall taste
The cold arrows
Peirce the breast of harlots
As we march
Bear skin warms our back
And norse songs pound inside souls
Of brave warriors
Beneath the silver moon
March march march
Until this land is free again
And we return
To the love of the
Summer angel
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
From the Sikhote Alin Mountain,
I gaze at my world coming to an end.
I feel the sharp spear
peirce my brother's heart.
Blood trickles from my sister's mouth and
I taste its unwanted metallic zest.
The strench of Amur Basin burning
fills my nostrils, telling me my time
is limited. I pace, awaiting my poachers,
killers stained with the last
essence of my family.
This destruction of my kind hurts my soul,
but I stand to fight in the name of Amur.
As my band of enemies approach,
I summon the inner spirit and my
roar blankets the mountain air.
I feel my ancestors with me and
charge with the force of a thousand
tigers to my certain death.
The final battle begins.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
long white knives
that peirce through the
skin
of their prey
first they softly
puncture
thrickles of blood
dripping from the
fresh
pink
wound
then, they dig deeper
slowly
blood runs
faster
as the predator
***** it in
a maroon mess
finally
it lets go
and pulls the once
white teeth
now
decorated in royal red
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
I used a black sharpie to write a love poem on your arm
Hoping the ink would sink into depths causing little to no harm
That the rough words may permeate through your tough skin
And the permanence may prove that forever starts from within
That the black is dark enough to hide all your scars from being used
And that my words are evidence and proof of my love for you
So let that ink sink as deep as it might
My words peirce your soul without a fight
My sharpie art fill you with awe and an imaginative spark
Be inspired by my loving words and the permanent scar they leave on your heart
You may forget my face, you may forget my name but never forget where my love made its mark
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
I'm A Lab Rat
You Heard Me Right
I Am An Experiment Of The Divine
Everything Simulated
Same Smiling Faces And The Scowl Of Enemies
The Same Endless Loop Of Activities
Work Everyday Of Your Life
To Find Whats At The End Of The Maze Is Paper
Vials Constantly Puncture My Skin
Injecting Emotions
The Divines Hands Constantly Working
*No No No You Will NeverFinish This Maze*
How Much Depression Does It Take
To Crush The Human Spirit
One Of 7 Billion Mice
Our Lives Composed To Have Ups And Downs
So Close Yet So Far
Dont Let Her Finish The Maze!
Make Her Loved One Crush Her Soul
That'll Slow Her Down
I Am A Test Tube Baby
Born From Experimental Parents
I'm Tired Of Being Torn In Half
Trying To Create A Future
C'mon It's Only About 80 More Years
Its The American Dream Baby
It's The Divines Dream
To Understand Us As We Try To Find Our Way
So I Sit Here With Straight Lined Lips
And Eyes That Can Peirce Flesh
As They Decided To Play
A Little Devotion Will Never Hurt
Lets Test Some Chemicals
Greenhouse Gases Inhaled Through Tiny Lungs
I Want To Believe There Is Good In The World
Now Those Beliefs Are Crushed Too
But From The Concrete
Who Knew A Flower Would Grow
I Always Have Hope Of A Better Tomorrow
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 10:55 PM UTC
I've waged my wars.
My spear is broken, my sword it dull and my shield lay in ruins at my side.
I'm caked in blood and dirt and the sweat running into my eyes stings almost as much as knowing that if returned to the ship and sailed home, no feast would await me.
There is no port teaming with people to welcome my ship back to dock, there's is only empty pastures and silent days.
My appendages are numb and the only thing that keeps me fighting is the hope that someone will **** me
Drive your sword through my chest and peirce a lung.
Let me choke on every breath and feel the sting of my sins
I know I've killed so many while carrying no banner
I have no tribe
I have no village
I have no home
Just the burning pain of the blade in my side, and deaths sweet whisper in my ear
I'm ready
Place me on my sheild, burn my corpse, I don't care
I've fought for too long, I just didn't think it would be my sword that felled me
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
Stop being such a cacti.
I’m only trying to move you into sunlight,
to let you learn, grow.
You were such a cacti
because you peirced me with your blunt needle.
yet I still bled,
because it still peirced me through, and skimmed my bloodflow.
I didn’t cry
because I realised that is just simply you.
You were such a cacti
when I tried to water you, my dear.
I only wanted to keep you alive
keep you radiating.
Keep you, as you.
This time,
your dagger imapled me.
From my finger and gushed into my left chest.
I now understand you
because you won’t hesitate to grow without my nurture,
and won’t hesitate to peirce with my love.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
Logically, I know sugar on the occasion
Is healthy in moderation
Same with pleasure
I am viewing life in extremes
The pendulum swinging
Side to side
Never finding
Middle ground.
I am ***** for fooling around
And a ***** for only holding hands
I am fat for having something sweet
And rigid for measuring
Fear is what keeps me stuck
Rules I created are what
Keep me leashed
No better than an animal tied to a post
Waiting to be unhooked
To take a decent **** in privacy.
Is that my life?
Tightly leashed to my insecurities
How else will I grow
Unless I loosen the reigns?
Out of control!
The voice shouts
Just a little looser please
I feel suffocated
And I am bored of the same old scenery
I need a change
And these chains
Are beginning
To dig into neck
Peirce my skin and flesh.
When did the collar get so tight?
There once was a time
I acted on intuition
Suddenly I am in this submissive position
By my own disposition
What a sticky situation
To be in.
I am no *********
But I’ve created and casted
This rule ridden life
That has forbidden anything good
This pain has lasted long enough
Almost three years
I didn’t think my fears
Could have such stamina
And it seems that things are getting worse
Lack any improvement.
I am waiting for it to die out
But it might **** me first
Unless I stick a knife
Into this demon of mine
It will continue breeding
Infiltrating
The sanity of my mind
Stealing away a chance for a better life.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
I do not write my poems,
My poems write me
these boundaries of my body these fingertip extremities are not quills and this liquid velvet this lifeless blood is not raven-colored ink, rather my skin is pages and pages of palpable pulp,
deacrinated tentacle tree branches and fiberless roots convulse and my metal mind seizes sadness and manufactures paper out of the trees growing inside of me
Titanium oxide is extracted from my black eyes while wax drips off of my eyelashes into liquid pools of ebony
My mistake of a mind imprisons abjection and mass-produces ink out of the elements of my soul’s curtain-drawn windows
words and words and words and words fill the spaces between the pores where my hair follicles protrude
Diction dilemmas dip their quills into my eyelids and peirce my forehead until I am scarred by POETRY
Asphyxiating abnormalities write themselves into existence and reproduce in my skull, the fissures of my brain are their nests
Seven hundred million two dimensional letters float into my blood and disperse and and feed on these crimson channels and converge to form three dimensional words to form still increasingly multidimensional sentences and stanzas and POEMS until I am a library of impossible holes in existence, an impossible amount of existence.
I do not write my poems into existence
My poems are my existence.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
Unfurl origami entries dated
March 8, June 2, countless undated of an
amygdala hijacked
that pitted Moira against Peirce,
rejecting my name of Kismet,
to watch Forer take his effect
(who now has spread his contagion),
babysitting Little Albert while
Watson scribbled notes in the lecture hall;
witness sagacity smeared all over skull walls,
spackled on cranial ceilings
as I stuck my head out onto subway platforms and
displayed out onto train tracks in my
mind's eye in favour of recalling
Christmas festivities with sisters dolled up in
grandeur hospital ball gowns as
subjects were consoled in camps and
I slept in fields
screaming anything audible to
no one,
listening to track 2 on a
continuous loop,
sitting on flagpoles and lamp posts
as vandals smashed and grabbed,
cackles echoing in alleyways...
now before I vanish right before
your very eyes
tell me,
why
am
I
here
?
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
my words are reality sharp cuts they’ll peirce you and hurt you
beware and back off lest i lose control
and hurl them at you
-Vijayalakshmi Harish
17.09.12
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC
*I am lost within her gaze
And I melt in her arms
Her call leaves me breathless
Her touch leaves me senseless
I am a dog at her feet
I am a slave to her needs
I lay with filthy beasts
Upon the **** and ****
I should have been smarter
But I deserve this. *
- Logan Peirce
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR?
SOMETIMES I THINK GOD CREATED ME ON A DARE
BREAKING THE MOLD BY THROWING IT IN THE AIR
STOMPING ON IT WITH HIS SANDAL AS IF HE DIDN’T CARE
PICKING OFF BITS, FEEDING IT TO DEMONS AND HELL HOUNDS
OH! HE’S JUST GETTING STARTED
SO HE CANT STOP NOW
FEATURES BEGIN TO FORM
EYES
MOUTH
NOSE…
ARMS
LEGS
TOES…
THEN INTO THE OVEN I GO
WITH THE FLAMES AND HOT COALS
THE ABUSE LEFT BRUISES
THAT BEGINS TO MEND
SHADES OF BLUE AND BLACK
HEAL INTO THICK SKIN
LETTING NOTHING AND NO ONE PEIRCE THE SOUL WITHIN…
NOT WORDS, NOT HATE, NOR ANGER
TO TEST GODS WORK IS TO PUT YOURSELF IN DANGER
FOR THIS ARMOR WITHSTANDS THE POWER OF ANY MAN…
BUT LET ME ASK AGAIN…
WHY IS LIFE SO UNFAIR?
IN A STRANGE WAY -MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE HE DOES CARE…
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 1:05 AM UTC
Your eyes peirce
into my flesh;
soaking me in
your kisses
you suckle me
into each of
your almond
shaped *******
You lead me
into your
private home
surrounded by
the scent of
honey and flowers
we grow more
close together
every hour slow,
our seeds in the fields
we are about to sow.
Night approaches the peak;
your form changes:
you become nothing more
than a dark eclipse shadow
hissing and creeping
further up my flesh:
trapping the light of the moon
drowning me in the water
the lamb to the slaughter.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
welcome to a spider web of my thoughts
flutter to close my little butterfly and it's likely you'll get caught
so it seems you fluttered right into my waiting hands
before things go any further I will make you aware of my plans
as you struggle maybe you didn't notice that you have been snared
though you didn't see this coming I'm sure you wouldn't have cared
the more you struggle, the more you realize you cant break free
welcome to your new home as you belong to me
two fangs dripping with hunger waiting to peirce your skin
my eyes look you over with anticipation of the sweet wonder that lies within
my words will soothe and blanket you with security
I think you'll find it quite comfortable being here with me
embracing you tighter than the closest lover you ever had
intoxicated by my venom, it feels too good to be bad
rest assured that every part of you will be consumed
forever stored with all the other pretty things I have entomed
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 1:31 AM UTC
They stand,
huddled together,
tall protests that peirce the air;
With their shear beauty
they show reason enough,
they need no more justification.
And there, bleeding out of their mass,
mangled hunks mercilessly hacked from helpless trunks,
reduced to a pile of rubble, of rotting flesh,
filling the air with their putrid smell,
murdering the serenity with their own death.
And the perpertrators?
Long gone.
Their blades dripping with blood, oozing with evil,
their stinking motors,
all gone,
leaving only destruction and acrid smoke,
which can not be cleared,
swept away,
by the mass that was beauty,
destroyed by greed.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 7:38 PM UTC
You walked away...
Even though I asked you to stay...
I just want to be friends...
Thats what you told me...
As our love ends...
And now I see...
Reality and the truth...
You never loved me...
And it was just a spoof...
Off the real thing...
Like a glass one...
To a real diamond ring...
And my heart did sting...
But now not so much...
Now that I realize...
I hurt because of your touch...
But now that its gone...
I feel so much better...
Now that its gone...
I feel like I'm so much more...
And our love will never soar...
Because it was never there...
This all comes to mind...
While I peirce you with my cold blank stare...
Thanks to you I will never find...
My missing piece to my heart...
And I hate this part...
As you walk out and say goodbye...
I sit and I cry...
But not over you, God not you!
I know I'm still alone...
That is the reason and that is why...
I sit here and so hard I try...
Not to break down and cry...
As I sit here with no one but Me, Myself, and I.....
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:56 PM UTC
In you lies Zeus. You’re your own God of thunder.
Striking lighting that Peirce through hearts. I wonder!
The world believe you have it all panned out, it sometimes forget you have blood too
Its notion of you, unintentionally gives a standard as high as mountain
Society views you as fearless, it forgot the boy in you
Asking you to man up and keep your tears,
I ask aren’t they humans too?
My love,
Tune out the cruel noise and listen just to my voice
For you are my king, the Igwe of my clan so I call you EZE
The eyes of the gods in you I find EZENMOR
You are the Ohi of my land so come home to me OHINOYI
The hand that gives never lacks what do you say? ADEIZA!
As a woman I love to dream and I know we have an empire… of which you’re SULTAN
Our sons learn from your steps they are our little YUVRAJ
My audacious husband, an aggrandize doer.
Mighty is the Arm that I find comfort, for you are the most uxorious man I ever met.
A gregarious lover…
For days you find the fog too thick, take a break
Catch your breath
Think again.
Remember you’re Cheesable too
And you are loved with all that comes with it.
@BELLAH
Nov 18, 2022
Nov 18, 2022 at 10:37 AM UTC
Now, I go deep in the black hole,
Peirce the fabric of space-time.
where the poets find their rhyme,
where the dramatists find their mime,
I will spot what is mine!
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 11:20 AM UTC
Hey there little siren,
Somewhere between girl and woman.
How you play,
Swim with the current,
And sing to those boys.
Honey, that bright smile could ****
You'll be a heartbreaker someday.
Literally.
Those eyes could peirce men's souls,
But be careful
Don't play too hard
Mother always said don't play with
Your food.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Peirce my skin,
Sync those teeth into my warm embrace,
Looking within,
I could never ever forget your face,
You were hot,
Like hades himself,
I never got a letter,
Saying you needed help,
I send you flowers,
Cause your the on!y one I desire,
We talk for hours,
I wanna be the one that you inspire,
You can say,
Anything you want to,
The price I pay,
When I took your virginity from you.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
I carry this mask to hide behind
And cache away my flaws
But know me, know me
Is my cry
I make myself this camouflage
Though please do not be fooled
See past my guise
See me, see me
Is my cry
Peirce through my shield into my heart
There you'll see I'm torn apart
I play like asphalt
But there's music in my heart
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
A crawling blue veined nightmare
drags itself through the hole in my head;
drooling, ******* and vomiting.
It's nails dig deep, and peirce through my mind
like the screech of'a rusting train,
grinding itself to a halt that never comes.
I can taste his filth upon my own tongue,
as the air of regret starts to fill these lungs.
Nested, now, behind my ever open eyes,
he and his filth pile up and clutter my sight.
I blink and I turn blind,
as sleep wakes him into white and a blinding light.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
[anonymous woman who definitely knows who she is],
I've wanted to say this to you for a long time. I guess I just haven't had the composure to say it to your face. Suppose I still don't, otherwise I wouldn't have to say this here.
When I came back home and really got to know you, you changed my life. I wasn't looking for or expecting anything like you. I've been hopelessly lost and depressed for years. Immediately I could tell you were different. Something about you makes me feel alive. I like me better when I'm with you. You are the most beautiful free spirited woman I've ever met, and I've met many. Even had relations with a few (believe it or not).
I truly want to know... Did you feel the same feeling I did? If you didn't, I'll accept that. But, every fiber of my being, and every sign from the universe tells me you are something special. Something that I should never let go of. And I'll defy anyone telling me elsewise, whether you or my dad, because I know what love is.
And you say you love me like a brother, I respect that. And in a way, I love you like a sister. But I can't deny that I feel more than that. I want to be there for you, be with you... Always. Regardless of how you feel, I will be.
I get that you've had a rough life, the roughest. And I want to help you in any way I can. I want to show you off to anybody who cares to pay attention.
And can you really blame me? I mean, you're beautiful. Your sense of humor is amazing. And you care so much about others, always seeing the best in people. And most importantly, you make me feel like the luckiest person to walk God's green earth. You inspire me to be a better man in every sense of the word. Your blue eyes peirce right through me. Your voice makes my smile. Being near you helps me sleep at night.
As a beautiful young woman, you have choices. And I understand that I might not be the best looking guy, or even the most capable. But I DARE anyone to test my resolve or care more for you than I do.
I love you so much it hurts. Regardless of how you feel about me, I want the very best for you... And remember, every once and awhile, just breathe.
I love you.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 4:19 AM UTC