"submiss" poems
Still your
Kiss feels like
No others
It makes
My whole
Body warm
I melt into you
My body
Trembles
As your lips
Are pressed against
Mine
My body
Whispers
"I want more,
Give me more"
I submiss
Getting deeper
Into the motions
And farther
And farther
Away from
The real
World that's
Still going
On around us.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 2:55 PM UTC
How do lips,
closely rhyme with kiss;
Yet the tongue;
in between makes a hiss,
I do wonder;
did we both submiss?
Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 5:36 PM UTC
infected from head to toe,
it spreads
poisoning
your movements
thoughts
slowly
takes your life
rips it seam by seam
until there's nothing left,
but a string.
forces you into loneliness,
exiles you from your own life,
leaving you with nothing,
nothing but a shell of who you were.
memories are used as weapons,
torturing you with thoughts.
all that you had left is turned against you as if you're deserving of simply nothing.
because that is what this disease does.
it forces you to feel like
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until you accept that it as truth.
but you can't, the only cure is to rip through the mirage.
you can't submiss to the negative,
when you can create positive.
you may left in pieces,
but everything is formed with pieces.
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Pieces are everything.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 3:47 AM UTC
Some of us dream, simply for rest
Others dream for an escape.
An escape from reality:
Our fears,
Our stresses,
Our problems.
A way out, always accessible, always helpful.
Until that from which you are escaping is so heavy,
It follows you.
In reality, and in your dream world.
Where do you escape to then?
You’re trapped.
Where do you run,
When you no longer have anywhere to run.
Constantly tormented,
A dark shadow following your every footstep.
So powerful, it is still right behind you in your dreams.
That is when our minds begin to wither.
We depress and submiss
There is nowhere left to hide from these demons.
We are left with one option:
To Fight.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC