stopdoopy

stopdoopy Oct 2018

A woman once
                                        Wished on star
                                        From lands afar

                              "Please oh please
                              Bright twinkling light
                              Give me a child tonight"

                    And the woman prayed
                    Every night for years
                    Her plea fell on deaf ears

          Until a goddess
          Who made me swoon
          Heard her tune;
          The Moon

Begging she had heard
The mother of Earth
The call answered
With a "birth"

          Transcending her planet
          Coming to ours
          In a pomegranate

                    Inside the botanic
                    Did she travel
                    Until cloth unravel

                              Child Delivered
                              To dainty hands
                              Such divine plans

                                        Celestial now infant
                                        Baby and parent
                                        Woman loves ancient

For Houkyou, the title is what my friend calls their daughter and the whole poem is based off of it.

#tune #parent #infant #delivered #botanic #swoon #pomegranate #unravel #ancient #divine

Oct 2018

Salmabanu Hatim

My Wife

You are the pink rose,
Gently swaying in the cool air,
Drops of dew kissing your silky petals.
You are the first soft snowflakes,
Falling on a wintry day,
Creating an ambience of serenity.
You are the Spring astir,
With a sense of tender caress,
In the whisper of the gentle breeze.
Or the wealth of the Summer that comes with joyous abandon.
Or the glowing colours in the painting of Autumn.
You are the smile that soothes my heart,
My strength to uphold my weakness,
An inspiration to my soul,
My guide,
My Angel from above.

#rose #snowflakes #winter #spring #autumn #summer #breeze #soul

stopdoopy Oct 2018

We Are Butchers

The air, saturated with a putrid smell.

Foul, like a dumpster in summertime.

They're monsters, skulking around in the Dead of Night.

Leaving, a sickness in their wake.

You're revolting.

The way you take.

Gnashing your teeth.

Trying, to pluck out little hearts.

Attempting, to creep up thighs.

Don't touch me, with those slimy fingers.

Go before you die, rotting beast.

We are not a cemetery.

A piece about how horrible men can be, also partially based off the Depeche Mode song "The Dead of Night" because I absolutely love it and thought it was about something completely different than what it's actually about.

#saturated #putrid #monsters #sickness #cemetery #gnashing #pluck #creep #slimy #rotting

stopdoopy Oct 2018

This Wound Still Bleeds

I'm running out
and drying up
you've left me no more tears to cry
love

gone is our time
my soul a stone
stuck beneath waves
of emotional toll

so please
get out
let me dream of something more
pleasant

I can't do this forever
and sooner or later
it's you or me
who will be dust

I think this was made before "Laundry", and it's based on the same premise on me being sick of dreaming of my ex and how in the dream I go somewhere, run into her, eventually one of us talks, and we end up being friends again.

However, since I've actually posted "Laundry" I think I only dreamt about her twice since? And that only happened early on after the poem, which is great.

Growth happens, it just takes time.

#running #drying #tears #stone #waves #toll #dream #forever #dust

stopdoopy Sep 2018

Let me smear your lipstick

Pretty Little Pink,

all wrapped up in silk,

for me.

Beautiful you are,

a gift to gaze upon,

making the hunger grow inside.

My oh my,

you do look delectable, my dear;

and I am starving.

I saw some lipstick and am listening to some music and I just wanted to write something more provocative. Left it gender neutral on purpose. Wish I wrote this depicting something more "filthy" but... ya do what you can.

#wrapped #gift #gaze #hunger #grow #delectable #starving #silk

stopdoopy Sep 2018

Emotion

A Fix
Burn
Comforting
Fluttering
Itching
Need
Pain
Piercing
Pressure
Stabbing
Tingling

-still-

It's either euphoric or revolting,
what some would call love.

wrote this back in june, now it reminds me of some friends (lookin at you Cait-Cait and Trix)

#tingling #pain #stabbing #piercing #itching #fluttering #comfort #burn #fix #need

stopdoopy Sep 2018

It's what we deserve

I want someone to look at me
the way I look at her

for them to be filled with joy
at seeing me
heart pounding
from a goofy smile

to have someone want
to spend all their free time with me

I want someone to love me
the way I love her

Wanted to release an uplifting poem after the Hozier EP drop, this felt like a good one

#look #joy #pounding #smile #goofy #time #love