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Watch the cold needle coming in
Through your pale sheer skin,
Right to your pulsing vein.
Crawlers slowly invade,
Takes over your mind,
Leaves you floating in empty space.
Through your pale sheer skin,
Right to your pulsing vein.
Crawlers slowly invade,
Takes over your mind,
Leaves you floating in empty space.
Literature
Waking
I woke up without you today
But this emptiness—
That's not new.
I woke up without you today
But these tears—
They've dried and rusted
I woke up without you today
And these faded memories—
They're all I've got
But today, I woke up
And my hand was clenched in a fist—
And that was new.
Today, I woke up
And I hated the people who took you away
Literature
Falling from grace
I still remember that day we met
A preachers daughter
the bad boy smoking a cigarette
an unlikely duo
somehow we clicked though
I never imagined a girl in the bible belt
would enjoy the way mine felt
they always said,
" Don't judge a book by its cover."
I found this to be true
in you,
my unlikely lover
You became my sultry whore
I became your sinful paramour
endless summer nights
sinful wet flesh excites
heading down a road of damnation
for tainting his creation
Defying the rules in Corinthians
divulging in sexual explorations
once to an empty church...
Jesus with a crucified view
as I had you bent over
that old woo
Literature
The Calling Voice
The fog, thick like Death's rattling breath, swirls around my limbs, tugging at my thin cotton dress, and pulling me blindly into the dark clouds' greedy arms. I can hardly see my own feet, padding bare across the sharp gravel, as it digs into my tender arches. Nothing is out here; no one wandering through the debilitating fog but me.
My lungs start to throb, chest heaving, and my throat drying painfully, but I put one foot in front of the other, determined to find my way out. My chest gets tighter, and my lungs are burning, though I'm walking only leisurely. My throat screams, like a fire is burning through its scalding walls, and my lungs
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08.13.2010
scribbled this one as i evaporate during my lunch break.
08.13.2010
scribbled this one as i evaporate during my lunch break.
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Woman...sure are brain ninjas you know.
hehe, i just had to make that joke referencing dane cook's s tand up comedy line X3 Your poem just fit with it... i'd check out dane cook. He's hella funny.
I really like this poem though. I guess i kinda cheated by scrolling down and reading the comments to figur out the meaning (yeah, that was nice poem dealing with a drug)
Personally the first thing that popped into my mind (okay, serious first thing aside the brain ninja comment) was a lie
You know because a silver tounge has been metaphorized as a blade.... or in this case a needle... like someone injecting a lie ito someone else's inner conscience.
The lie slowly enters into the person secretly... takes over their thought trace and leaves them floating in empty space because their completly unaware of the truth of what's going on... like a blissful state...empty space...
Idk X3 hoped you like my analogy of your poem
hehe, i just had to make that joke referencing dane cook's s tand up comedy line X3 Your poem just fit with it... i'd check out dane cook. He's hella funny.
I really like this poem though. I guess i kinda cheated by scrolling down and reading the comments to figur out the meaning (yeah, that was nice poem dealing with a drug)
Personally the first thing that popped into my mind (okay, serious first thing aside the brain ninja comment) was a lie
You know because a silver tounge has been metaphorized as a blade.... or in this case a needle... like someone injecting a lie ito someone else's inner conscience.
The lie slowly enters into the person secretly... takes over their thought trace and leaves them floating in empty space because their completly unaware of the truth of what's going on... like a blissful state...empty space...
Idk X3 hoped you like my analogy of your poem