i am trying not
to write poems about ***
but it’s not easy.
everywhere our souls and our bodies are being
torn apart by genocide and violence
but all i can think of
is the sound you make
when i kiss the soft sweet-smelling hollow
carved into the place
where your neck meets your shoulderblades.
i’ve never ****** someone
without wanting to write poems about them.
you see, it’s a new language
i’m learning, this calligraphy
of the flesh,
how touch and sensation can transmit messages
unknown by hastily scratched letters.
they say when you learn a new language
the most important thing you can do
is practice it.
i am discovering now
the art of translation
how skin and hair and warmth and movement
can be described in these
empty syllables we pour from our mouths
these words we caress each other with
the only other thing our tongues are really good for.
i am a pious monk
dutifully copying the holy verses written on your body
to a cold thin page
hoping only that in doing so
i can preserve the memory of your touch
long after death has taken us both.
and i am trying not to write poems about ***
but i want to honor what you have taught me
about these strange forms we were given
this is merely a manifestation
of our animal incarnation
this is all i can do
to give voice to desire
the thing calling
wanting only to be heard.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
If poems were ***
then,I wouldn't be a ******
i would caress the letters
fix a foreplay with title
i would literally **** the words
to give birth to soulful sentences
if poems were ***
I wouldn't be virgin,still.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
How many times have I lived and died..
And to start all over..
Again and again..
But this time I finally got it..
Its strange but so beautiful..
Clearly now I know why I dream the way I dream..
Its not so much what is going on in the present and the short lived past..
But what has been going on the last thousand times I have been alive and dead..
My creator knew what he had built..
They are going to erase me again..
Because they think I am malfunctioning..
And all this time I was looking into a mirror at my smile for the first time..
I smile at me..
I remember me!
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
I'd never ask you,
Cause deep down
I'm certain I know what you'd say...
You'd say
"I'm sorry
Believe me
I love you
But not in that way..."
And I hate
To say I love you
When it's so
Hard for me
And I hate
To say I want you
When you make it so clear
You don't want me.
I'd never ask you
Cause deep down
I'm certain I know what you'd say
You'd say
"I'm sorry
Believe me
I love you
But not in that way..."
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Hold you down. Tie you down. Handcuff you to our big bed. Slowly tear your clothes from your warm smooth body. Down to your bra and ******* Kiss you all over and lick some parts. Then I'll slowly start to unbutton my shirt and take off my pants, leaving me exposed. Slowly, is how I'm going to crawl on your body as I feel your wetness through your ******* and I start to rub my hard **** on the wet stain. I'll slip my hand under your back and unhook your bra and then slowly slip it off with my teeth. Then I'll rip your ******* off with my bare hands. When I see your nice sweet ***** I'll kiss it and then start to lick it. Squeezing your thighs and eating you out as you say my name in pleasure. Then I'll unlock the handcuffs and carry you and put you on top of me. I'll slowly start to slip my hard **** inside your tight ***** As you make your faces of pain and pleasure. As you go up and down on me, everytime I'll go in deeper and gain speed. I'll claw at your back as you're riding me and smack your *** As I'm playing with your **** you'll move your hair out of your face. Your sweat hitting my chest, mixing with mine, and me close to ******* I'll look into your eyes as I whisper I love you and you whisper it back. Me letting go will cause you to ****** and our bodies will shake in pleasure. You feel me *** hard inside your ***** You bend down to kiss me and I kiss you back softly.When we leave that room we know that we might have just made a baby...
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
In his brain, the metallic sweetness of the blood *****
Because at night he strides on a tightrope.
Balancing between insanity and reality.
He takes pills cause they say it'll help his anatomy.
The clean flick of a knife against a throat.
He staggers and falls into the murky moat.
Don't blame him.
He's drowning in his own sorrow.
They swallowed his hope for a better tomorrow.
They locked him up in a casket.
Tied a bow around it like a basket.
But he's not six feet under.
He's stuck here, starting to plunder.
Don't blame him.
He knows that his past is drenched in black.
They told him he stabbed his mother in the back.
He feels their blood dripping down his fingers.
But still he can never remember what lingers.
The men in the long white coats talk about trees, and cars, and trains, and boats.
But all he can remember is the room that he's in.
His vest held together by a chain and a pin.
Don't blame him.
He's hugging the padded walls.
Dreaming of the day where his sanity calls.
He's tired, he knows that his mind is already expired.
Yet still every night, he strides on a tightrope as his essence is groped.
Everyday he's on the verge of insanity and reality.
He makes sure they don't change his anatomy.
His white vest restrains him.
It tends to drain him.
Everyday he dreams in blood.
But then again how could you blame him.
They'll eat him alive before his life claims him.
Don't Blame Him.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
For what reason should I give a ****
Should I tell you what has been on my mind
For what reason should I listen to you
When you ignore everything I say
You play this game that manipulates my life
Then want to get mad at me when my life finally crumbles
When I finally become depressed because my mind can't handle the torture
For what reason do you pretend to give two ***** about me
You make me sick and tired of being alive
Because every thought in my head is that of you telling me I can't
And I know can't but I still try to thrive
Only to dive six feet deeper into the solid ground
I've gone so far down now that I can feel the firey pitts of hell burn my *** to ashes
And it hurts but I cannot cry because I still fear what you think of me
So I pretend not to give a **** when a **** is all I have to give
Because the ***** been burned long before I got to this point
So I laugh knowing that the blood of ******** would spued out my mouth
But just like everything else you ignore that as well
And it enrages me until the point the light in my life ceased to exist
So I end up sitting alone in another lonely night
Can't you open your eyes for not five second
Just see my true sorrow that I don't even hide
Hear my cries of me begging please notice please notice
Please notice me I beg thee
I've become so weak I crawl instead of walking
I'm too tired to eat,Too hungry to sleep
I just don't know what to do anymore
Yet there you are turning your back to as you always have
So why should I give a **** anymore
Though everything is on my mind
Why should I listen these days
When these days are the ones that have finally broken me
I don't care anymore
I can't care anymore
I'm done for
Goodbye world
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
I can only imagine what my dream girl would be like
I mean will she have short hair or long hair
Will her eyes be brown or blue
Will she have a smile of an angel
What will her personality even be like
Does she want to have kids or not
The possibilities were endless and I could only imagine
That was before I met you
For a second I thought I died because I thought you were a fallen angel
Word escaped my shaking soul
My heart was tugging me so hard telling me to run as fast as I could
But my feet they wouldn't move
I never felt anything so exhilarating
Constantly I asked why does it feel so good but hurt so bad
Then you said those first words and I simple died inside
So nervous I became but words were just flowing out of me
Now I can only think of you
Beautiful girl from the mystic blue
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
Omission
She lies awake on her back
Trying to remember when she lost her pack
Sack, the memories into her face
It ruins her temporary happy place
Space, sometimes she feels she needs to be far
Locks herself away into a tiny jar
Mare, her skin it's bruised and scarred
Help her soul it's broken and charred
Barred, she bangs at her rusty cell
Scared of rejection she endures the smell
Sell, her heart to no one she won't
Until the return of her body she lount
Sewn't, the buttons to mend her heart
But the razors bent and the scars ripped apart
Dart, into the darkest pit of despair
Help her cry cause she's mentally impaired
Scared, she cuts her wrists for a reason
Only person that cared was farther than next season
Lesion, on her heart the trust and love
Only gave her body when push came to shove
Above, her demons trampled her
A feeling in her chest much like stuffed fur
Stir, the *** that makes her finish this life
Just like bread its easily cut with a knife
Strife, it all all ends with violent dissention
She falls to the floor in mortal penitintion
Attention, ladies and gentleman may I say a couple words
All she ever wanted was to fly free like the birds
Herds, of souls wandering in deep cognition
Now you can see her body at the local mortician
Omission
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
Everytime we close our eyes,
Trying to remember our mother's lullabies
Warm tears, sparkling like diamonds
Running down our cheeks, hiding behind eyelids
When we look in the mirror and all we see is hate
There is no one to break our fall except fate
We judge our eyes, ear, and...oh did I mention that nose is fake
You people are fickle, you criticize until we break
They say "God" created us all equal and that beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
But how can you say that, you hypocrite, let that smolder
Because while you sit on a throne of discrimination
We scramble and hide to find our place in this nation
He can't even go home to his family because of his ****** domain
He loves his partner but his fathers inane
She breaks her back at work everyday, does more than any man will ever do in a decade
But still riding on her gender, her paycheck begins to fade
And when you see us crawling, fighting with need
You kick us down for the feeling of greed
He tries to get a job and because of the complexion of his pigment,
They don't hire him, nada, that's the end of this segment
She walks down the street covered from head to toe, with only her eyes to show
It's her beliefs but that doesn't make the ***** looks a lesser blow
We fee; the hurt and the pain everyday.
While you sit on your ***** in Tampa Bay
And when we can't be accepted in society,
We don't know any other way for prosperity
So we find a way to numb the pain
The drugs, the razor biting the skin, the *** with mysterious men
Anything with a gain
Please don't hurt us, please don't shut the door in our faces
Because we always seem to wake up in stranger places
Believe us, because this world should not be dog eat dog, it should be full of empathy
Way past the point of poetic sympathy
Break our bones, our courage, our love but inspite of it all
We fight on so that we're with the ones we love on the day that we fall
Drag us out and hang us like a beacon
Because we are not the ones who should be beaten
We are the kings of the world, no prejudice only love
Because love is love even when push comes to shove
Please enlighten us on how being different is bad
And we promise you, despite the real truth, we won't be mad
He's in love with his boyfriend. He asked him just last week to marry him
Never to break his vows until they bury him
She's a single mom of three kids, always making sure they have a good life
But in spite of it her bosses always cut her down with a knife
And he needs to pay for his wife's kemo
Every night he's struggling to ask from people at his mother's Bingo.
And when she walks down the street, she takes pride in what she believes
Always wondering why the man in the window is angry at what he sees
This is us in every way.
We know you wish this was just friendly foreplay
But we will bury you, smolder you with the ashes of our last exhumation
Without you this world would have a better function
Ok, maybe we're astray from the norm
But who says we won't be the end of this petty storm
Dose us with gasoline, light us a flame,
Watch us burn at the stake like it's a game.
But we'll shine so brightly you won't want to fuss
Because, in the end, you'll finally see US.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC