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mEb Dec 2010
Uncelestial anxious oppugners', critics on their own

Wangling little dysceptic inklings';

Havesting in my throbbing head

I urch and search resolution

An escape of palputations

I skirm in sleep mode like earth-worms in the ground

The rings around their bellies; a suffocating mark of identity

Slime and ****, I mope like the straying mut

My growling topsy-turvy gut, off shut;

Claiming demands so supple

A nimbled and unfleshly sensation, I feel light to the touch

Splotchy clod's that lurch my lungs

Short breath that ache and lunge through ribs

Where they've sprung sprighly from their cage, they trick me, they're fibs

Leaches latching on to skin suckeling blood from an anemic

thin too thin, light headed again

Personification galvanizing so astute

my anxiety has eatin it's way to brood
Xiomara Hussein Jul 2016
I crave to feel the pangs of anxiety fill my fleshy veins
Hastily they induce brief, jolting, electric, waves of tenderness
I am revitalized like cracked lips to a water drenched cloth
Suckeling the remnants of satisfaction
Ravenously the addiction sets in and swarms the empty worlds in between my teeth
Words filling them in as the deceit spreads
I am diseased and bewildered, I ache for the hazardous
It’s the lust and temptation of the night I fear will fade away
Bare white mountainous knuckles gripping to the guileless lucid ideas of serendipitous romances
Surrendering to the howl whilst giving in to the bittersweet and otherworldly seductions of marrow
Scraping pieces of the exceptions with a fine tuned whistle and blow deep into my mind's havoc
I’ve desired the ever changing hands of he to fool me perpetually
Unfamiliar lips in shapes and sizes fill my ears with ceaseless notions
Rippling soul shuddering vibrations as if they were the whispers of past lovers
There is no you definitively
Roaming vivaciously in darkened walkways
Sore blistering hands reach palms up beaten sweaty, uninhibited, and cool
Etching each tick of the patron clock into my skin, grimacing as the moments slip
For when the hue of the lunar’s menace gleam is no longer near
Tomorrow night you will be a different you
Tenderly forgiving the infractions of dusk’s wicked mystic
As l walk past immortalized shadows down by the sea to meet another hue

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