"writh" poems
All through my head
Whilst i writh in bed
I was more comfortable
Back when
We would start fires
Lay in lie
Smoke forts misfortune
Charred torched remains
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
You stare with amazement
As my heart writh & quiver at your feet
I point a shaking finger at it
While i continued to bleed
I saw tears gathering in your eyes
But you were hasty to turn your back to me
To wipe them away
Though im weak, i saw it all
You turn your head over your shoulder
To have a one last glance
When you left me on my knees
The burdened heart which lost its nourishment,
Seeked its peace
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
I co
me
in li
ke
a
se
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clos
ed
tight
and
long,
writh
ing
imp
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cep
tib
ly
wi
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in
my
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Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
keep coming, keep going
you're holding me back
while you complain to your friends
about all he lacks
can't you see that your savage?
though you may call it 'normal'
presents and praise
are not arousal
let friendship surpass interest
and extend outward with growth
your life is not a picture,
it is a sacred oath:
fear my love,
no- it doesn't lack feeling
but it comes with a treasure
a single meaning.
Do not fear
the contamination
of your captivity-
survive the encompassing mind.
Or writh
and reel
that you cannot feel-
cannot keep up with me
Turn the wheel
like me
******* and the glasses
Of wine. Wasting their *******
time. In what they thought
was Love.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Strangers parade all around in their undying masks of hidden souls carrying on with their secret souls, not seeing who any one can really be.
They move so shadowed their figures distort in bluring mimic of blind movements, so cloaked and over bearing the shadows presense, they blend to be one emassive culmenation of hidden secrets the world hides them before they themselves can.
The distortions, so blindly obscure by their unrational wits, writh as their unbearablely clandestine futures draw closer to an edged madness as their undying silence takes over.
Their black fates are met with a silent nothing which destroys all fact, all fiction, and all reality.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
Stir straw my gripe berries of writh
while
Tae do drinks wedges for tumorrow.
do, Do, definkate times 5
else
numb, burrrr, 2 it's cold drop whate
doo doo merrilies.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
Isolation slowly starves away a man's mind
gnawing away at what he holds dear
the flooding room fills as he gasps for breath
praying for a pocket deeper down
he sinks to the darker depths
In his chest sharp blades writh like snakes
his heart beat thuds like a heavy hammer
relentlessly ringing in his ears
pulsating pressure like a serpents coil
crushes cracks and breaks his brittle body
only the pain prevents him from drifting
a hazy blur blackens his vision
as silently his screams bubble away
In one more breath his futile fight
finishes.
When suddenly a deathly peace penetrates
like the shock after a plunge into an icy pool
as a feint flicker of light shines
he drifts towards his final hope
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
Take me
To the moon
Where I can
Wallow in pain
As I
Contemplate
My solidarity;
Take me
To the sun
Where I
Can writh
In pain
As I watch
The world
Revolve around me
For once;
Take me
To the galaxy
As I breathe
My final breath
I'll be smiling
Knowing
I
Was part
Of your sweetest
Surrender.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
In desolate places, I leave all my faces.
The masks and disguises, construction of lies.
The spotlight of fear, my delight and dimise.
As curtains close, applause fades,
alone with the shadows of self that pervades.
Ghosts of the past, that once were true.
Withered and lost, in my daily debut.
To please and to pleasure, a pointless measure.
Unable to escape, I'm asleep but awake.
I wriggle and writh in my own divide,
tearing apart from depths deep inside.
Empty halls and vacant seats,
angels and demons fatefully meet.
Crimson flows as roses fall,
the closing act as curtains call.
My death is rebirth, the dove and the crow,
a final bow at the end of my show.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC