Daggers Out Poems - Poems about Daggers Out

...Please don’t leave me hanging like that that, I hate to be in suspense, you piqued my curiosity and it’s so intense. Artfully teasing you know how to play, always one step ahead, leaving me dizzy an......Read the rest...

... In shadows deep, where love once gleamed, A heart now shattered, a soul it seemed, She loved with fervor, pure and true, But he, a storm, her skies turned blue. His words like daggers, cuttin......Read the rest...

... My heart lay barely beating, drowning in a marinade of salted tears that fell from my reddened eyes. Blood dripped down my chin from biting my swollen lips as if they were wounded like a heart p......Read the rest...

...Sometimes, we expect the sun to rise and smile, through hazy hellish clouds carrying vindictive verdicts of venomous vultures, surmising hues of ink to pierce through pores of this bl......Read the rest...

...My Marie, wasted so much time watching Sat behind your image, I always wondered Type me another picture, so I can look inside your head Reach the final thread When all the words are said and do......Read the rest...

...Back approximately half my life ago dissociative disorder if qualified to self diagnose mein kampf psychological state... I lacked emotions where others concerned. That refrain replayed it......Read the rest...

...RED SEA At the mouth I lay splayed blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum white flags drench......Read the rest...

...I have ghosts who live inside me and refuse to move out They tear me apart piece by piece with every passing moment, as I try not to remain silent anymore but my cries are muffled by the shadow chok......Read the rest...

...“You try to be faithful And sometimes you're cruel. You are mine. Then, you leave. Without you, I can't cope." Rumi in the kingdom of love, nothing is simple, not even musings, so tel......Read the rest...

...I was once asked, what's the one thing I despise? But words faltered, for she, my reflection, listens to my cries. In the mirror, her gaze sharp, like daggers, meets mine, A silent dialogue of dis......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ icicles, thick, dangerous, and pointed daggers hang over burdened eaves waiting for their prey ......Read the rest...

... yesterday is a collection of photographic memories tomorrow a whirlpool of uncertainties I'm a faded image in this island of healing trying to control life,......Read the rest...

...a puppet on strings, manipulated and tossed, my worth disregarded. foolishly I gave, trust, love, and all my essence, now stripped and depleted. emptiness consumes, a soul once vibrant and......Read the rest...

...An Ash tree tumbled down last winter, it is only a wooden effigy now, branched still, limbs askew, leftover as a lingering image of one hour of violence. It was a head-storm, it got into the......Read the rest...

...If by taking a momentarily recant, would you commit me to treason My thoughts conclusion would only draw a blame You drew deep breath, blowing out our flame Pathetic I be, for the worthless way I ......Read the rest...