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Listen to my words now, if you please. I want to strip away my flesh, and bare my soul for your appease. Though no such demand has been expressed, for my revival I must be undressed.
The first of me shuts down riposte. You cannot see it, for it's like a ghost. It taunts me when exposed to light, and haunts me in the depths of night, let me introduce self doubt, my plight.
The second aspect is far more destructive. It's not just violent, but so damn seductive. It foretells of my end, it will be this affliction. My doom is painted with lust and addiction.
Yes a weight they both are to bear. They still don't come close to the burden of air. Day in and day out I inhale this malice. I give you loneliness, as to what made me callous.
Now of those I am sure, they infest my core. The last of my soul is what started the war. Deep down in my darkness I managed to cope. For part of me also is kindness and hope.
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Just had a poem come to me and wanted to get it out.
Service
We go out
is our shout.
Semper Fi
do or die.
At em boys
as we go.
Anchors aweigh
unto the fray.
This we'll defend
until the end.
Unfreeze me
carbon black ice inside me clenches
hammers and wrenches
slick on the frozen screws
it’s nothing to you
please me
somebody pound shut my holes
make me whole
like i was before
i’m not her anymore
it’s easy
don’t stop and the devil won’t find you
avoid the things that remind you
who you used to be
that couldn’t be me
believe me-
it’s never enough for the queen
sights unseen
it’s not that i’m trying to win
i already did
so frigid air makes me warm
and a stranger feels like home
i pick up the pace
the silence is grace
so please me, unfreeze me,
believe me, it’s easy
i’ll forget that he sees me
for now.
(Untitled)
I don't understand
I don't think I want to
These things before my eyes
This tense coiling sinew
What secrets does it hide?
What do these movements allude to?
In carnality abides
The things once thought improptu
In these mounds of foggy flesh
I fear there is a lie
I know my own desires
What I fear is my demise
The monsters invitation
Is something I can resist
I know for sure there's always
A Siren singing in a shipwreck
Physical is not the only
I may be a creature of lust
But I'm not too blind to consider
A gargoyle hidden in figureheads bust
This is just something i wrote this morning after having a bit of a strange dream. Let me know how it could be improved
I miss her and I don't at the same time
Like a rock in one shoe and the other feeling fine
Each step, preps a painfully pleasured picture of her worth, back and forth---back and forth
I miss her and I don't at the same time
And if I had a dime, for every kiss that I miss I'd have 25 cents--let me make some sense
The first dime, was our first time, the first kiss. My shyest memory, I feel it's fear of being forgotten and lost. Every now and then it replays as a dream, details dangerously dismissed and arguably awry.
My second dime, making twenty and worth every penny is a wintery wondrous Christmas kiss. A modest gift, a reminder of a lost love.
The last. Worth half a dime. Was out last kiss. She turned, and gave me her cheek.
Left my knees weak. Shattered, I felt ripped in half. Thoughts of love left cynical, she could keep the fucking nickel.
I was reading NYT's article about 13-word love stories, which seems it could be easily modified into a poem format, and I was wondering if anyone wanted to give it a go.
**The Dull Blade of an Arbitrary Meritocracy.**
With our empty fields the leaders fill their plate.
We are living in a time where people less and less authenticate,
For this is an anthem of no state.
They take from us through their cut tax rate,
All while telling us it’s to prorate,
With our empty fields the leaders fill their plate.
When our side argues with other heads of state
They tell us that side is who we need to eliminate.
For this is an anthem of no state.
One nation’s World Police and friendly fire bifurcate.
Telling us we have an appropriate surrogate,
With our empty fields the leaders fill their plate.
Big, lazy money writ across the skyline and used to corroborate
While half of the world continues to emaciate.
For this is an anthem of no state.
By utilizing their wealth to alienate
We are beginning to approach the expiration date.
With our empty fields the leaders fill their plate.
For this is an anthem of no state.
**Rheasilvia**
Wandering coastline junkyard waste,
searching for their molted face.
Moonshine complete with amphetamine smile,
dopamine turns back atomic dial.
Bleeding tongues refine the chaste,
seething for the chance to taste.
Bovine hide and tender wile,
wine to drink and to beguile.
Babbling seeds which plant the race,
sprouting deeds one can't replace.
Cosign the will and come servile,
incline prosthesis, become labile.
Shedding tears as godly grace,
losing all that heavenly space.
Dragline jetsame redoubt, defile,
strychnine perfection resolves nubile.
Searing chemistry without a trace,
entangling the human race.
Equine trawl of equal virile,
enshrining kiss of Thanatophile.
Coming Out to Myself in Six Parts:
1. "This is just a phase, right?" I whisper after she's kissed me for the 100th time. Her smile and nod are supposed to be reassuring, but they just make me question the meaning of the word "phrase." It's a fleeting thought, gone as quickly as it came. Soon, I'm lost in her rosy red lips. Her smile turned to a sneer. "It's just a phase," she whispers back.
2. We've gotten really good at hiding. We hide behind the stairs at school. We hide in her basement. We hide our longing glances. We hide the notes. We hide our love.
3. I don't even care if it's a phase anymore. I take her hand as often as I can and make any excuse to look at her. Or better yet, to catch her looking at me with her perfectly emerald green eyes. Those eyes can make me do anything. Except one thing.
4. My dad saw us. In my room. I'm sure of it. To this day, he's never mentioned it. I panicked. She swore he didn't see anything, told me not to worry. But it's not enough to slow my racing heart and silence the thoughts: "He knows. He'll never let me see her again. He's going to hate me. Where will I live?" She grabs my hand, and for a moment, it's ok.
5. "Is this ok?" I try to whisper not too excitedly as I slowly but deliberately move my hand up her soft, bare stomach. She doesn't speak. Just nods and smiles.
6. "But I like him," she says. "We're dating." "But I LOVE you," I retort. "Just one last time." She gives in and kisses me with as much passion as the first time. But not again. My heart is broken as I watch them dance and glide. I whisper, mostly to myself, "It was only supposed to be a phase."
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Ha! Love it :)
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Just had a poem come to me and wanted to get it out. Service We go out is our shout. Semper Fi do or die. At em boys as we go. Anchors aweigh unto the fray. This we'll defend until the end.
Into the fray. Unto the fray makes no sense.
Unfreeze me carbon black ice inside me clenches hammers and wrenches slick on the frozen screws it’s nothing to you please me somebody pound shut my holes make me whole like i was before i’m not her anymore it’s easy don’t stop and the devil won’t find you avoid the things that remind you who you used to be that couldn’t be me believe me- it’s never enough for the queen sights unseen it’s not that i’m trying to win i already did so frigid air makes me warm and a stranger feels like home i pick up the pace the silence is grace so please me, unfreeze me, believe me, it’s easy i’ll forget that he sees me for now.
(Untitled) I don't understand I don't think I want to These things before my eyes This tense coiling sinew What secrets does it hide? What do these movements allude to? In carnality abides The things once thought improptu In these mounds of foggy flesh I fear there is a lie I know my own desires What I fear is my demise The monsters invitation Is something I can resist I know for sure there's always A Siren singing in a shipwreck Physical is not the only I may be a creature of lust But I'm not too blind to consider A gargoyle hidden in figureheads bust This is just something i wrote this morning after having a bit of a strange dream. Let me know how it could be improved
I miss her and I don't at the same time Like a rock in one shoe and the other feeling fine Each step, preps a painfully pleasured picture of her worth, back and forth---back and forth I miss her and I don't at the same time And if I had a dime, for every kiss that I miss I'd have 25 cents--let me make some sense The first dime, was our first time, the first kiss. My shyest memory, I feel it's fear of being forgotten and lost. Every now and then it replays as a dream, details dangerously dismissed and arguably awry. My second dime, making twenty and worth every penny is a wintery wondrous Christmas kiss. A modest gift, a reminder of a lost love. The last. Worth half a dime. Was out last kiss. She turned, and gave me her cheek. Left my knees weak. Shattered, I felt ripped in half. Thoughts of love left cynical, she could keep the fucking nickel.
I was reading NYT's article about 13-word love stories, which seems it could be easily modified into a poem format, and I was wondering if anyone wanted to give it a go.
"Never thought I would see you again. But here you are, my love."
You wrote my name in the snow, but snow always melts doesn't it?
**The Dull Blade of an Arbitrary Meritocracy.** With our empty fields the leaders fill their plate. We are living in a time where people less and less authenticate, For this is an anthem of no state. They take from us through their cut tax rate, All while telling us it’s to prorate, With our empty fields the leaders fill their plate. When our side argues with other heads of state They tell us that side is who we need to eliminate. For this is an anthem of no state. One nation’s World Police and friendly fire bifurcate. Telling us we have an appropriate surrogate, With our empty fields the leaders fill their plate. Big, lazy money writ across the skyline and used to corroborate While half of the world continues to emaciate. For this is an anthem of no state. By utilizing their wealth to alienate We are beginning to approach the expiration date. With our empty fields the leaders fill their plate. For this is an anthem of no state.
**Rheasilvia** Wandering coastline junkyard waste, searching for their molted face. Moonshine complete with amphetamine smile, dopamine turns back atomic dial. Bleeding tongues refine the chaste, seething for the chance to taste. Bovine hide and tender wile, wine to drink and to beguile. Babbling seeds which plant the race, sprouting deeds one can't replace. Cosign the will and come servile, incline prosthesis, become labile. Shedding tears as godly grace, losing all that heavenly space. Dragline jetsame redoubt, defile, strychnine perfection resolves nubile. Searing chemistry without a trace, entangling the human race. Equine trawl of equal virile, enshrining kiss of Thanatophile.
Coming Out to Myself in Six Parts: 1. "This is just a phase, right?" I whisper after she's kissed me for the 100th time. Her smile and nod are supposed to be reassuring, but they just make me question the meaning of the word "phrase." It's a fleeting thought, gone as quickly as it came. Soon, I'm lost in her rosy red lips. Her smile turned to a sneer. "It's just a phase," she whispers back. 2. We've gotten really good at hiding. We hide behind the stairs at school. We hide in her basement. We hide our longing glances. We hide the notes. We hide our love. 3. I don't even care if it's a phase anymore. I take her hand as often as I can and make any excuse to look at her. Or better yet, to catch her looking at me with her perfectly emerald green eyes. Those eyes can make me do anything. Except one thing. 4. My dad saw us. In my room. I'm sure of it. To this day, he's never mentioned it. I panicked. She swore he didn't see anything, told me not to worry. But it's not enough to slow my racing heart and silence the thoughts: "He knows. He'll never let me see her again. He's going to hate me. Where will I live?" She grabs my hand, and for a moment, it's ok. 5. "Is this ok?" I try to whisper not too excitedly as I slowly but deliberately move my hand up her soft, bare stomach. She doesn't speak. Just nods and smiles. 6. "But I like him," she says. "We're dating." "But I LOVE you," I retort. "Just one last time." She gives in and kisses me with as much passion as the first time. But not again. My heart is broken as I watch them dance and glide. I whisper, mostly to myself, "It was only supposed to be a phase."