"venum" poems
Why must I break everything I touch?
Shatter every reflective anything
Burn every hand that touches me
Bite back at the hand that feeds me
Why must I be an accursed snake?
Cold blooded and cruel
Curled up with venum, waiting
Lurking with distaste, hating
Why must I play both cat and mouse?
Teasing, toying internally with myself
Chasing dreams, hopes that get away
Then running, searching for better days
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
Forbidden Passion
These feelings drag me,
they drag me
Towards you.
Immeasurable
Violent force,
A game you play
that traps me....
I am easy prey
I vehemently agree
And open myself to you
There is no border that separates us,
no physical limit to stop me,
where you go ....
my mind follows ,
although my body is imprisoned
my heart is a fugitive,
runs away, always runs away
from you to you
My body and soul are yours.
Just crave your intense venum
that keeps coming back
Like a bad lingering smell
Intense Venum.....
That keeps coming back
Intense Venum....
I desperately know
that in the end
I will just perish
And you will just laugh
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 1:57 AM UTC
Non violent black ants
Now turn to firestones
Straws are ready to sparkle
Delicate earthworms
Turn to king cobras
Ready to pour the venum
On exploitation
Calmness
Turn to explosion
Thunderbolts on hegemony
I Turns to WE
People are now furnaces
Eyelids
Now unfurled
Ready to melt despirations
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC