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Dec 2014 Sir Able

SamBee

Turmeric stained fingers,
Spine stained from cracked bones,
Coiling down -
Around bitter words,
Spewing slurs-

Your harmony is a harm to me
As these stained fingers twitch to aid
The rebirth,
The renewed version of myself.

But they're fighting and fidgeting a fingerly fight,
As my neck curls below your bellowing blows.

I was just trying to make myself some dinner, but someone was yelling at me.

Dec 2014 Sir Able

Lying to the World

Dec 2014 Sir Able

SamBee

Lying to the World

I could say it is so precious,
But then I would be lying.

I could say we are all lucky;
Everyone would believe me.

I could pull that microphone up to my chin,
Curl my lips around the thirty different voices,
Repeat it over and over,
Year after year after year.

No matter how much I ate at that microphone,
I would still go to Hell
For all the lies I told the world,
About itself.

Dec 2014 Sir Able

Swallowing Sunlight

Dec 2014 Sir Able

SamBee

Swallowing Sunlight

I find myself hidden beneath the moss infested trees of the forest that chatters
Noisily in the air behind my house.
Sunlight mockingly sings on my legs:
Dances between my bloating, crooked knuckles.
I am compelled by its glow,
As well as a low rumble that quakes my whole body with hunger,
To suddenly grasp at its illumination.
I shall catch the very speed of light,
Pop it on my tongue
And swallow its jellied consistency:
Fleshy fruited sweetness
Down my gullet,
Allowing it to marinate in the oceans of acids of my gut
Festering in the tender walls
Of the chambers of my stomach,
Fighting against decay and erosion -

Causing my brow to sweat,
My hands to tremble
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A-and my belly to ache with agony,
Oh, this agony!
Throbbing beneath the seams, stitches,
Threads of my clothing
Drawing blood away from my heart
Toward my stomach, pulsing and pumping
Pulsing and pumping -

I feel as if I have reached my limit:
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in defense
Cringing and crinkling my eyes
Scrunching my nose
Lips pursed in vile disgust
Begging, pleading for a speck * of relief;
For an ailment for this hideous torment!

I feel as if I may perish on this very spot
Below the trees that birthed this demonic,
Deceivingly attractive sphere of heat
That I so daringly consumed.

I feel it now,
Inching its way up the tunnels,
Reaching the depths of my throat,
Rolling its way past my molars.
My jaw feels as if it may erupt from this
Ignited stick of dynamite that is lodge under my tongue.
My eyes are tearing-
My claws tearing-
My face sneering-
My moth searing-
AHHHHH!

And who knew something once claimed so divine,
So pure
Could cause such a build up of anger
And distressful disease in the pit of my being?
And I blame it all on you.

Ahhh, love. Hahaha

Dec 2014 Sir Able

My Day

Dec 2014 Sir Able

SamBee

My Day

I've cried out canker sores
Pulled the drain from the bath of smoke
Slip into a sea of walloping wolves.
Shortly awake from a screeching call
Stumble into my worn down soles
Float along the cherry wood floors
Still caught in a web of dreams
Scoop a spoonful of bloated cereal
Swish it through my teeth
Hopscotch into a familiar car
The strangers seem so distant
A slip of the lip
A twist of the tongue
And I already wish I used my feet.
My mind sinks into thoughts of absence.
I sit and slurp a cup of tea
Conversations with snow monkeys and tigers
Invade my morning
It is I who play the symbols,
Jump through rings.
I cough my day out of my throat
Vandalize the home of dust specks
Sing a cackling song
Taste copper pennies in my cheeks
Engulf my dinner
Sink back out of my soul
Let it rest,
As my body recharges
For the next day to come.

I was lost in the motion of motionlessness, where you feel like you're doing the exact same thing over and over. School can do that to you.

Dec 2014 Sir Able

By the Bog

Dec 2014 Sir Able

SamBee

By the Bog

As I sat there searching for a lingering ghost of us,
The mist wrapped around my *******,
Clenching my fingers,
Caressing my neck;

The sweat was pulled from my body
As the moon pulled at the clouds.

Every moment by that bog was sublime.

As the wind choked the reeds,
Every shadow passed over my lids
And it was then
I knew I should have died.

Dec 2014 Sir Able

I Told Her to Leave

Dec 2014 Sir Able

SamBee

I Told Her to Leave

She just got up...
And left.
I- I told her to leave-
And she did.

I looked back at the ruffled bed,
blue and stripped and rumpled-
And it was empty....

The white door stayed shut.
I run to lock it.
As the click of the latch obeys
The force of my fingers,
The door disappears.

I turn around;
Left standing there is a full-length mirror.
I stare at my entire self-
Forever-
Glancing at every inch of my skin
And how wonderful my mind looks on the outside.

I speak and my ears are tickled by the fancy
Of my notes.

I was jealous of this girl who I thought was beautiful, much more beautiful that I am. But it got to the point where my mind would taunt me about it. It lay her down on a bed, seductively, but I wasn't turned on I was more angry with myself for not having her looks. I was so done with it that I told her to get up and leave. I wrote this poem and she never came back to tease me in my mind. I had gained a sense of clarity in realizing that there are other people who are gorgeous in this world, but that doesn't make me any less than them.

Dec 2014 Sir Able

You are my Fuse

Dec 2014 Sir Able

SamBee

You are my Fuse

You are my fuse,
My idol,
My muse.

My dreams,
My tears,
My pain that seers.

My fingers,
My pores,
My sun shot sores,

My pen,
My brush,
My cheeks that flush.

My pans,
My pots,
And monthly shots.

My legs that shook;
Denied school books.

The hymn I hum,
The song I sing,
My dove,
My love,
My everything.

Dec 2014 Sir Able

Lonely Man

Dec 2014 Sir Able

SamBee

Lonely Man

All his thoughts lie under that coffee mug.
He speak his dreams only to the mahogany table
And prays for her to come back,
To sit with him on those lonely Monday mornings.

Dec 2014 Sir Able

Ten words

Dec 2014 Sir Able

SamBee

Ten words

Could I **** a man
whose heart has rotten anyhow?

I saw a lot of people were doing poems with only 10 words, so I wanted to try one.

Dec 2014 Sir Able

Instant Infatuation

Dec 2014 Sir Able

SamBee

Instant Infatuation

I find myself in a fantastic imaginative infatuation
With a particular boy whom I scarcely know.
And I will continue to pine for this boy,
Who's voice I cannot conjure;
His face I fumble to recall.

He seems to be the utmost intolerable desired vision in my mind.
Over a mere amount of seconds to converse.
I could scream a symphony about his glory
And yet his smiles are only
Reflections in the corner of my mind.

Curiosity will certainly finish me,
Conjuring every nerve in my body;
Forcefully shaking me
'Til my very hands fall past my quaking knees
And shatter around my trembling toes.