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My hair is crazy

It is frizzy, tangled, wild

My hair cannot be tamed
You cannot confine it

It is not glossy and smooth
Gently curled
Flowing and sweet

My hair is crazy
My hair is free

My hair is not beautiful
My hair is not calm
My hair does not fit in

My hair is crazy
And perhaps that's okay
Definitely a 1st draft, just a quick distraction from an essay I've been working on :)
he said/begged,
make love to me just like a woman!

kiss me toe to head, linger on my neck,
trace my waist, begin at my lips, pause at my hips,
quibbles intersperse, quips and licks on eyelids,
nibble me, near me, close and closer yet
unto the glorious victorious near death experience...

whisper me sweet everythings
before during after and over again,
when you must pause to exhale, blow all their warmth
upon thy fingers and bring that warmth inside

Columbus
me with tongue and eyes,
take me slow then again,
even slower, for thy pleasure,
than execute summary judgement upon me

falsely accept, then deny, deny, deny
my every appeal to
oh my god
for anyone's mercy!

adjudge me then guilty yet again,
and to the tower take me
to drown in mine own lashing lamentations,
thy incontrovertible evidence,
mine own uncensored revelations
execute me twice,
slowly, goodly with lengthy and lovely measures


she said,  and so I shall, eventually,
do what you beseech, what you most excellently seek

but you may recall, somewhat earlier, I called out
shotgun
so you must start my dear by following
all the precise driving instructions you just stated,
and bring your GPS^, and, oh yes,
I'm waiting...


too wit and sod this!
he gruffingly huffingly, hurrumphingly, replied,
all hell and damnation,
treat me like a woman just once pity-please!"

can't can't can't -
she be-witchingly cackled!

then sang to me the lyrical words of a
Nobel Prize winner!

"
You fake just like a woman
Yes you do, you make love like a woman
Yes you do, and then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little boy
"
^GPS is a permanently attached male guidance system.
The P does nots stand for Positioning.
 Aug 2017 Elizabeth Petersen
Raph
In a way you are,
This little far away star,
And I cant reach you
I fell for you as if I were a rock thrown from a cliff's edge,
You were elegant like the light that shimmers off the water,
Our souls met and you stole away the breath from my lungs,
Our eyes locked and you stole the heart right out of my chest.

With you gone now, tears fall down my cheeks every night,
I stare at the bottom of my coffee cup with blank thoughts of you,
The way your eyes would smile when your mouth wouldn't;
The little details of the brows over your steel-cut eyes.

My life was a dull blue with the charred remains of love overhanging,
But you lit up my heart with wild yellows and reds, and velvet purples,
I handed to you the thing I swore I'd never give again,
I handed to you the gates to me, beyond the walls.

Now I miss you, the fullness of our memories stinging;
To say that I loved you is a grandeur understatement,
Because I had visions of a lifetime with you by my side,
Yeah, you were the morning star in my life.

Yeah, you are my sparkle of gold.
33 days, now, but I took a bit of time to finish this poem.
Silent tears
Loud lies
Withering pain
You can't deny
Strangers glare
Friends deceive
Whispers dare
It's all naive
1.
A child should never be taught to hate
And human beings must never be insulated
Or inoculated against the horrors of war
2.
There is no liberation in this economy
Debt is a slower and slightly greyer
Variation of slavery
No more cotton fields but prison labor
Tell me where is our great modern emancipator?
3.
You may be shocked
But the truth is
We are strange variants
4.
There are no perfect promises
Life guarantees nothing
5.
Tears of laughter
Veil tears of frustration
Improper reflection
On taboos and tragedies
Burning cities
And dying loved ones
This is not where the
Laughter comes from
But it is where the laughter
Is needed most
My sensitive eyes are too weak
I can't keep looking into your light
I'm made of fallen leaves, you see
and fallen stars from the night

Little bits of black dust shimmer against my skin
You can catch me in the eye of the moon's gleaming grin
And while the earth is still shaking, I can't help but stand still
Quicksand pulling at my feet, and eating away at my will

I've got busted bones and broken goals
A jaw that hangs crooked from too many ugly surprises
I've got a hole in my heart
and a bigger one in my head
I've begun to forget every word you ever said
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