Marly Apr 2014
I'd let you slice open my veins because I know you'd stitch them up.
Chloe Elizabeth Aug 2014
After laying awake for endless nights,
with the shattered pieces of my heart
leaking into my veins
and carving away at the life
I used to share with you,
I realized that you are not one
worth suffering for

By Chloe Elizabeth
Find the ones who are.
Хейли Apr 2014
You always looked good in dark suits with golden buttons on your cuff. Those were always a nice touch, to stand side your perfect figurine.
You were everything I once wanted. But now, you really aren't.

I see the rushing of the real truths of you, swell into your own hands, dropping a ball, losing your own special touch of sportsmanship with not much of a fuss. You're letting yourself lose the game.
Just letting balls of truth squirt out through your veins.

You're losing your grip right out from your own polished finger tips and dripping red of blood.

You constantly try to pull white handkerchiefs of innocence from the wrists of your cuffs. But, those handkerchiefs are all just red...
Don't try and gamble a bad hand if you can't keep up. You never could keep a good bluff.
Your veins are a map
that I will always
want to explore

Close my eyes
and guide my fingertips
To a destined spot
Emmy Nov 2014
the veins
on my hand
look like road maps
and still, I’ve been trying
to follow my heart home.
the road map of veins end
at my forearm
where I’ve etched your name
countless times
with shards of stained glass.
home isn’t where the heart is.
Madeleine Howard Jun 2014
Sometimes I look at the veins
Sprawling through my arm
And down my wrist
I wonder how you
Got in there and
I wonder if
That's why
They're
Blue
Sprawled and etched underneath your delicate skin. Lines of blue and indigo travel up your forearms and push out adrenaline. Dark as ink, poisoning ones very soul. I trace the wicked lines with the very tips of my finger and you break out in shivers. The very lines that fascinate me, I want to make a home out of your veins. I want to be within your every being, I want to be the very thing that makes you feel alive.
Rough draft
Alivia Evans Nov 2015
My blood freezes, threaded through my icy veins
MonkeyZazu Aug 2014
Shooting myself with another needle of cutting edge,
my desire for the latest and greatest continues my addiction.
Where's my IV!? I need more electricity.
Without constantly being jacked in and distracted by others,
I’m left with the one thing I can’t bare to endure – myself.
Who needs dreams when exist
virtual realities of dazzling graphical effects,
unreal visuals that I’m actually conscious of.
Screens dispersing artificial radiance bare all,
but blind me from what's real.
Google is my omnipotent god.
Aquinas Aug 2014
Your veins stick out of your arms like needles
They pierce my eyes with tints of blue and green scattered across their lengths
Underneath is purple and red, a color we've all seen too many times
"But it's okay!" I try to say

Yet your veins keep pushing me away

Lines above and under lines form a pathway to your palms
Can my fingers climb that ladder and cling to the warmth of your hand?
"I love you." You say quite bland

Yet your veins keep choking me today
Delaney Smoke Dec 2014
i injected caster sugar into my veins and i’m still waiting for the high to hit. i drew a smiley face on the desk at school and they called me a delinquent and i think they overreacted a bit, and they said that dreamers never go anywhere in life, but i’m writing this on the moon.
part of a story from a while ago
ic Mar 2014
the blue vein
that is visible through
your fine skin,
rushes blood
and pumps adrenaline
through your whole body,
so you can jump off
that cliff,
that blue vein gives
you courage to do
the unimaginable.
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