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 Nov 2014
ogdiddynash
soiled.
here there everywhere.
regular like.
verb and noun,
he, both.
soiled, soiled.
verb, noun.

*****.
a stupid~sounding word.
say ***** *****
***** three times fast.

what is a sound of *****?
intimate.

what is the color of *****?
every color that leaves you,
or even begins you,
soiled, sullied, tainted.
sweaty.

the intimate man did not intimate.

his stains were visible.
no need for polite,
needless the charade,
of legitimizing intimacy,
there for all to see.

they were no longer
intimate.
he did not know why,
after awhile,
he didn't care.

pretended intimacy,
which was a ***** thing,
a stainless steel cutlery
kind of *****.
a reflection visible only to the
eye of the beholder.

cutlery was never clean,
soiled, after but one use,
think.
in the mouth, with the hands.

such intimacy,
that, they still shared.
an easy pretense.

terror.
terror is intimate
and *****.

lived in terror.
not constant which implies periodic spaces.
no breaks.
the terror soiled him,
you did not need even be intimate with me.

sweaty,
see, smell it.
taste it,
even better!

though the terror was deeply intimate,
in the skin embedded,
I told ya,
easy visible.
easy to avoid the intimacy of
terror.

clean, silky clean intimates,
changed regular,
changed nothing.

intimacy was a Cain mark.
his private, public.
his public, privy.

more?
more.

shame.
shame is intimate.

there are so many kinds too.
the shame of soiled.
the shame of disrespect,
the shame behind closed doors.
the shame of public humiliation.
the shame, the stink, of failure.
the shame we share in ways
we wish not speak of.
the shame of bad grammar,
shame leaves you soiled, *****.
terrified.

shame on you for having read so far.

but you can boast
you knew me when,
you knew me
intimately,
bad and well.

you knew
that you did not know
anything about me,
even though,
we had been
at least
this one time,
intimate.

who is soiled now?
 Nov 2014
Luna Lynn
soulfully bound and lost we are
engaged in a sense of never
we've become blind at the thought of life
and have lost the vision of forever
you take my hand and kiss my world
a sight for sore hearts to see
interwoven far too deep to detach from beneath the roots of what was to be
(C) Maxwell 2014
 Nov 2014
Miriam
is like crashing onto the shore
getting pulled back by the waves
with water in your mouth
and your vision going black
and it feels like somehow
it's never gonna stop

you keep on sinking
and sinking
and sinking,

but you never
drown.
 Nov 2014
Rachel Cloud
And in the winter months,

the sky,
grey with clouds
and smog

tears well in the eyes
of the children of dust.


For the sun has forsaken us
Deep thoughts in cursive
 Nov 2014
The Unspoken
She found me.
I fell for her.
But she, she did not.

Says she Loves Me
but Not In Love with Me.
But she wants me to stay.

Because she is scared.
Scared to fall stupidly in love again.
Scared to get Lost in me.

And I sit at my kitchen counter
With my 7th glass of wine in my hand
And I wonder, WHY?
Why I am denied to be in that place.
That sacred place of fountain of Love with her.

Wondering if its all fair.
To choose the one to Love who wants to Love but with a Piece of her.
But for me to give My All
 Nov 2014
The Unspoken
Dear Ex,

Been figuring how to write this letter to you.
To you Carol for Helping me be independent
To you Beatrice for making my Trust Grow
To you Tash for teaching me good ***
To you Carol for teaching me that crying is okay
To you Olive for teaching me hangover remedies that actually worked
And To you Beth, for making me stronger than ever.

Its strange sometimes, I sit and reflect
of how it would be if  I hadn't been in your lives as a lover, then.

Would some chunks in my life be missing because I wouldn't have learnt any lessons?

Would I be a Better Lover?
Would I still be innocent because I wouldn't know a painful heartbreak and how it felt to really want to revenge and hold on to Anger?
Would I still be a ******?

The fights, built me.
The tours, made me exposed to races,tribes,religions all specrums of life.
The laughs extended my life
The friendship made me love.

Yes, there was pain
there were tears
Curses
But all these, were corners of the road that I journey to, to perfection someday.

You taught me how different love was.
It can't be defined in a single word.
ha ha, I remember, to one of you, foot massages  and a shower together every night meant I Love you
For the other, saying it after every hour meant I Love you.
Its different.
IT IS BEAUTIFUL.

This is a note of gratitude.
Saying THANK YOU, for making me a better Lover.
THANK YOU for making me a better Mother.
THANK YOU for making me The BEST Best Friend
THANK YOU for now, Making me THE BEST WIFE.

I Am Happy.
And unlike a large number that would hate Ex's
and curse
and regret,

I choose the Route of Gratitude,
coz this far,
I will say
You Molded me
To the better person I am now.

I Respect You.

©TheUnspoken
I don't know how many of my ex's will read this, but yeah, I mean every word.
 Nov 2014
Forgotten Heart
does it hurts you
to say "i love you"
when you really
want me to love you,
more than anything???
 Nov 2014
Elizabeth Squires
silly me for falling for his charm, there was no substance in it
silly me for falling for his charm, there was no substance in it
the smooth lines roped me in, I am but a fool
the smooth lines roped me in, I am but a fool
I am but a fool, silly me for falling for his charm
there was no substance in it, the smooth lines roped me in

after a time the clouds clear, all is visible to the eye
after a time the clouds clear, all is visible to the eye
the heart has no common sense, awakening from the dream
the heart has no common sense ,awakening from the dream
the heart has no common sense, after a time the clouds clear
awakening from the dream, all is visible to the eye

can't dwell on something untrue, too right
can't dwell on something untrue, too right
no love match ever eventuated, nothing was meant
no love match ever eventuated, nothing was meant
nothing was meant, can't dwell on something untrue
no love match ever eventuated, too right

the heart has no common sense, nothing was meant
silly me for falling for his charm, too right
can't dwell on something untrue, the smooth lines roped me in
no love match ever eventuated, awakening from the dream
I am but a fool, there was no substance in it
after a time the clouds clear, all is visible to the eye
 Nov 2014
Ann M Johnson
I have been so busying studying
That I need a distraction
A break from the action on my computer screen
My mind is so full of random facts and data
I am getting a migraine
My brain needs a break
Should I bake a cake
or is that the stress talking
Maybe I should  be walking
I don't want to walk alone in the dark
I hope the neighbors dog don't start barking
I really need my sleep tonight
If my eyes were not so sore
I might just cuddle up with a good book
Thinking of a temporary distraction
My feet will make some traction on the kitchen floor
I will make a cup of Hot chocolate
read a poem or two
Sit in my lazy girl chair drink the hot chocolate
and think of the best distraction of all
All of my poetry friends
Have a good day or Night
I wish to thank you all for your wonderful poems
and your friendship :) :) :)
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