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Liquid flows

Clear and vicous
Red and sticky

Each has it's own smell
One delightful sometimes foul
Other rust like then pungent

One produced through pleasure and pain
Other from horror and gore

Which would You prefer
Up close and personal

Lover, Killer, Monster,
What brings the liquid forward
Do You even know what each one is?

Bodies respond to stimulus
Sweet or bitter
Pleasure or painful
None really know

How do You reach that pinaccle
Whether wet *******
Blood covered body

Something pleasureable
Perhaps it was painful
Could the result be from both?

Entranced by touch
Captive to sight
Lost in imagination
As it flys through the night

Why does the clear liquid smell putrid
Yet the red liquid smells clean
Pleasure, Pain
Touch of hands
Bite of Fangs

I run from Both
As Body is Cloaked
The explosion of nectar
Release of punctures

Alas this is cryptic
Yet You won't know
Unless it is You
That has feared

Release of liquid
Clear or Red
Which one do you dread?
Infamous one Mar 2013
Hard to sleep way too much on my mind
The truth keeps me from going blind
I respect you at your worse while you hate me at your best
Disrespected by kids who's parents are no better
Everyday is a fight but much more needs to happen
I'm trying to do right others attack with a vicous bite
They hate me my turn to stand in the spot light
I need someone to talk to no one around so I turn to writing
It's my freedom it gets out the crap that tars my heart from heartbroken to family dysfunction I've experience the worse the world has to offer
I'm ready to do well focus on to better but end up in the same spot or come up short for my efforts
The Lone Soul Feb 2016
From day to night
Without anyone in sight
My dream wanders
To the secret fight
        
Where i'm battling myself
In a Vicous fight          
As words appear before me                      
“You're losing your mind”
Silent, but not too quiet,
where is the target and who will pray for it?

Hey hunter, haven’t you prepared to stalk and trap her ? 
When those dark roses opened up like Alladin’s cave,
a cave twisted, sharp spikes within 
 
Hey Hunter, cant you catch up with her
teasing from an invisible foe?

Change, again and again change your form,
When you adapt and chase it,
She can't be captured, but will you ever know.
Hey hunter, who will be hunted do you dare say!
Do you know if you are really the prey!
She has followed your scent and is following closely behind.
Now only her tracks you will find.

If you continue to play her vicous game,
Tears drop, a sleepless night in shame
Would fear turns to a fearer hunting game?
When those dark roses opened up like Alladin’s cave,
a cave twisted, sharp spikes within
Mark Aug 19
Everything has gone by so fast
4 years just zipped by
It’s mostly a blur
I can somewhat remember the bad decisions
I can definitely remember the pain
And now everything has slowed down
I’m just barely moving at half mast
My dreams and memories of youth have become my only muse
I wish I could relive it
And regret doing it all at the same time
The speed and thrill
I claim to be past that phase
I claim I would never venture into those pits again
But is that really so?
It must not be
Because the short hand leads me to midnight once again
dragging me into the same old vicous cycle I've come to love
so without the strength to say goodbye, I will fade back into the isolation that has become my only comfort
Hope someone out there can relate to this, you're not alone.
Steve Lee Brooks Apr 2018
Breathe in hard, flame in the sky
For one day we all die
Enveloped by your plasmic death
Your vicous coil of dragons breath
Life's eternal, life's a ploy life's a fiery flame of broil
A marriage to the sun we make
So that we never all forsake
The truth to it the chaos soul
That which resides within us all
A poem from my book `Woodwhispers` published on Amazon.

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