"seaping" poems
my entrails seaping crimson blackness into my heart
Bitten by the rotting incisors you force into my flesh
My body seeking your gaping void
mere mortals describe as a mouth
Your dark hollow soul blackening Cutting my thin cold skin i let you in. Feeling our flesh merging in this torturing oneness,
Filling the cavities of endlessness.
i yearn to feel you feasting upon my clammy cold covering desiring for the essence of your inner being to take me whole devouring my crescent moon in undertones of a wild demonic frenzy
Extracting dark passion from your soul Staring into darkest nights of your mind's cavity.
Through your soul, a black gaping hole. Darklights seeping through my sanity.
searching for a searing flame
it matters not that my etheral love is a force from another plain
i can only believe in the feeling of you
Perpetual fear of being hurt long i went through.
This torturing love you wrung me through.
my cold dead heart lingers in a state of confusion
serving only to terrorize my mind
forever playing tricks on me
for a soul ive left behind
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 4:39 AM UTC
I remember the day that I died
She stated with certainty
How it felt to let go
Like a single drop of morning dew finally falling off the tip of a tiny blade of grass
Her soul collapsed
beneath her tired shoulders
Worn down by years of weight she had held there
The corners of her lips that she stapled to her cheeks in effort to fake a smile
Slid down to her chin
A gasp for air
Her head sunk and fell forward chin to her chest because falling to the side meant contemplating wether to fall left or right
And that was simply too much at this point
Her eyes never shut so she had never lost sight
She spoke on
And when my heart finally stopped I knew I'd be alright
Nowhere left to run n hide
My body went first heavy limp n cold
lifelessly it lied
Waiting watching not sure which was worse
Then it happened She had finally let go
After years of endless battles n war
And if I could choose to win I'd still rather loose I'm sure
My soul left my body seaping out from within every pore
I now know what I could've never known before
At peace now no more fear
Only this she didn't speak with words
But we all felt what she intended we hear
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
A stew of slow cookers
sit simmering
slowly brewing a communal stock,
seaping steam and aromas
which speak a seductive welcome
from doorstep to table
and whisper a warm, rich reassurance
that this is home
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 5:07 PM UTC
Nothing left in me is logical.
I have now become dark and all things methodical.
Sadistic in the depths of my very own mind.
Slipping away and trying to find.
Caught between whats never not.
Penetrating tears that I forgot.
Only at first feeling the pain.
Letting it slowly drive me insane.
Needing now only to run....
From all I've said and all I've done
I no now there will be no relief.
As you all stand around me in disbelief.
You give your reasons as I shed mine.....
Seaping in the cold and being unkind!
Disturbing thoughts that will never fade away.
Making me breath though yet another day.
My sacrifice known all to well...........
With my soul on fire,burning here in this hell.
Sasha Sartin
May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 2:31 PM UTC
Being normal in an abstract way
the bit between the lines...
...Just the truth and honour bound
A cog, a wheel a gear grinding down
seeking love, been let down
a glass half full, shame it's chipped liquid seaping out
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
Fear is not hiding beneath your covers
from the monsters that lurk behind closed doors.
Fear is not police sirens churning the liquor
in the pit of your stomach.
Fear is not the look on your mother's face
when she realizes she's lost control.
Fear is not fumbling for your wallet
as a mask holds a gun to your head.
Fear is not staring down a grey wolf at a 15 foot radius,
tasting the metal on your tongue
as it seaps from the back of your throat.
Fear is not the skies opening and golden majesty
seaping through only to leave you behind.
Fear is not the devil holding you within the claws of his grip.
Fear is losing the memory of your hand against my cheek and a ****** drip of the fact that you continue to exist, with or without me.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
Heavy foot steps imprinted wooden boards
though impressed by an absent soul
an isolated mind, formed of intricate cords
I am aching, bleeding through a lonesome hole
My trembling legs stand before hollow eyes
encircling me on dull rickety chairs
I unstitch the fictitious smile of my disguise
bare oppressive scares, all despairs
To mirrors of indistinguishable faces
tears seaping into the floor, for they understand
the gripping pains and benumbing embraces
the destructive limitations at hand
For our dispirited faction of slumped backs
anxiously awaiting for when the sun appears
to fade our scares, dry the floors dampened cracks
absorbing our souls of abounding tears.
By, Melissa June
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
And in that day I had fallen I love
It was the beginning of the end
But that much I didn't know
I remained nïeve and unaware
The feelings were all new to me
I had let mysel be consumed
Totally submerged in passion
It was in the mirror that I saw
All of my greatest fears lurked behind
I was blinded by my heart
Lust was seaping from his smile
I fell in love that day
But he did not
That night I lay beside him
With the sheers beside me
I cut it all
His hair
His pride
And little be known
His heart
For the fears I had seen
We're just that- fears
Insecurity was the weapon of the heart
But yet he stayed
Told me that all was right
In that instant I fell in love
With a man who had nothing
Yet held me as everything
He fell in love with a broken girl
Who made him whole
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC