Wuji - Hello Poetry

Wuji May 2012

Evil inside,
Canned worms.
Come and open me,
My faithful can opener.

Release my body's snakes,
(Which yes, they will grow)
Into the world,
So my pain is known.

Thrown into a thorn bush,
Just for the pleasure of touch.
Cuts across my left arm,
Sloppy kiss helped enough.

I want what you give,
Give me what you want.
Promise to keep it all.
Fruit will be left out till they rot.

Pet of pleasure,
Trained to preform.
Learned to love pain,
For that purpose I was born.

Angel snakes come out,
Pushed out of me.
Snakes that seek love,
Hunger for eggs will always set them free.

"Sit down, roll over,
Get down on all fours.
Open your mouth and **** me,
My little pet *****."

Don't leave me out in the rain now.

Wuji Apr 2012

Catch

Waiting,
So patient,
Mind,
Complacent,
Wondering,
If I,
Should get,
The ball.

Threw it,
Down court,
For it,
Had burnt,
My hands.
They,
Held on,
Too long.

Where is,
The pass?
I,
Threw it last.
Why aren't you,
There,
Throwing back,
Our ball?

Can you,
Not share,
Or,
Don't you care?
Can we not,
Play,
This game,
For long?

I want,
The game to go,
So,
Don't say no.
Let's both be,
Happy,
Pass the ball back,
So we can have one.

Why won't you throw it back?

Wuji Apr 2012

Instability

Distracted I wander,
Following the wind as a parachute.
Gliding on the backs of others efforts.
High above the canape and their common roots.

My mind never settling,
Always thinking I've made a wrong turn.
Backtracking, backtracking , was I ever on track,
What track leads to what I yearn?

Curtains' numbers one, two, three, four,
Players play for prizes, hope not to get burned.
Got a bad deal, don't win the sports car?
Go home and buy a rope and raise some concern.

Someone goes to stop you,
Get what you want, by threats and scares.
Instability will only balance if naivety is company,
Show them the scars and burned hairs.

What's the right choice!?
I'm drowning in possibilities!
Past chances sail away,
As I sink to the bottom of the sea.

Written in the inside of my math work book.

Wuji Apr 2012

Urges

Hanging out,
Can't help to see,
What you left hanging out,
Was it for me?
Straps unstrapped,
Exposed thong,
Bending over,
Touching me all day long.
Don't know what to do with myself,
Used to mindlessly having *** all day,
Then you come into my life,
And I want to hear what you have to say.
Don't know where we stand,
So I sit on the floor.
Waiting for the day you mount me,
As for you I leave open my door.
Yes, you can come through,
At anytime you desire.
Because I know you like control,
So come and light me on fire.

I battle it, but why shouldn't I let it win?

Wuji Apr 2012

Rest In Peace, From A Stranger

Lacking emotions,
I take from those who feel.
A feeder of feelings,
Taking what is real.

A great man died,
Never met him in his life.
Yet come the end of his service,
I hold back tears in my eyes.

Everyone around me sad,
Remembering bittersweet memories.
As I stand there a stranger to their god,
Not knowing what life has in store for me.

Sad music plays,
And I try to see in the smoke,
The face a man or god,
Something to give me hope.

Hope that he is rewarded,
In their kingdom above.
As I take cues from the family,
Who gave that man all their love.

Leaving the service,
Holding the host in my hands.
No idea what to do with it,
Not knowing my plan.

Few there knew me,
Kid in red with long hair,
Stood by the grandsons,
The look on his face showed he really did care.

No clue on religion,
Or the story of the boy in the manger.
Rest In Peace,
From a stranger.

Rest In Peace.

Wuji Apr 2012

Subterfuge

In the wild jungle,
Everyone has their place.
Some **** the littler ones,
The ones that take up space.

Can't keep myself from confusion,
I just want a place.
Before I am devoured,
And my family sings their grace.

Why are all the others,
So happy and amused.
What am I doing wrong?
What's this subterfuge?

Can't find my spot,
On the assembly line.
Following all my friends,
Wasting my own time.

Everyone's got something,
Something for their own.
What's my something?
Why am I just skin and bone?

My own mind is against me,
Picked the other side.
Wants to dismember me,
Begs for me to cry.

Can't show my emotions,
They are locked in side.
Never ending storms of sorrow,
With no hope of changing tide.

Why are all the others,
So happy and amused.
What am I doing wrong?
What's this subterfuge?

My outer shell,
Is having a blast.
While the ammo inside,
Explosive power relapse.

Where is my spot?
Just give me the job,
Master, pet, slave, manic, musician, ******, loud, quite, bi polar, poet, lover, nobody,
Where do I belong!?

Where hasn't Waldo gone?

Wuji Apr 2012

One Year and Two Days

Bet you can't remember,
One year and two days ago.
Not the face of the boy,
You let into your home.

Met him that day,
Friend of a friend.
Hospitality swayed,
And you let me right in.

"What was his name?
I dunno but he made me smile.
Laughed all day,
And made out for a while.

Was an odd kid,
Always wore running shoes.
Said I was his first kiss,
I even whipped his **** out for a few."

O girl you have no idea,
How often you come to mind.
A memory of the past,
A happier moment in time.

Haven't spoken to you,
In one year and two days.
Though I tried twice,
That didn't get me further in your maze.

So now I am backtracking,
Eating crumbs off the floor.
I can't believe it's been one year and two days,
Since I've met that *****.

Sailed that ship for only a day.