#adamandeve
I write better when I’m not in love—
lose my pen the moment I find it.
Love blinds, quietly revealing us
most; our natural selves is a nature
of vulnerability being our nakedness.
You’d be first in an Adam’s breath;
his rib pulled from its cage to meet
his lover by the Eve. Maybe that’s
why the garden bloomed— humans
growing toward each other.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
Books used to portray how
Eve possessed the original sin
Along with her overripe
Pain, passed down to all of kin
Confess, tell me now
Is this the reason why
Women get born with shame
Stamped on our skin, shame
Buried within, shame
Dragged for decades
Like that tree in Eden
This shame shall never die
Banished, barely forgiven
As soon as you leave
Your mother’s ribs
You are subjected to laws
Of your father’s rage
The world where men
Decides on who I am
Should have been
Left as a myth
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
Put me in Adam's place between
The lonely grove of sweet bliss
Or her love in the abyss
I'll lick the forbidden fruit clean
Eat from the palm of her hand
No gift to tie me to this land
But my shameful baby
By my God, I'll go banned
Only blessed by my baby
When she's already gone to sin
There'd be nothing else to do
But look in snake's eyes and grin
And take the original fall
All's well as long as I have you
Towards hell's fire, I'd crawl
Swim through the flames of the pyres
Sleep upside down with the liars
All for my baby's love in the fire
Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 6:35 PM UTC
I don't pretend to know why Eve ate the apple
but I know she's not the one who ****** us.
He created Her for Him.
A Marionett made on a whim, discarded.
The predesecor to the ****** Mother.
Mary, I'm so sorry.
I wonder who realised first their limbs had strings?
A lamb and a shepard
Born for slaughter.
We were all daughters once.
I sat through sermons week in, week out,
never a doubt about where I was meant to fit.
Meek
Mild
Submissive
Mother
I wonder what my daughters opinion is on having never been born.
I stopped reading the bible before I could discover the word for a Childless Mother but I'm pretty sure it's Women.
What does that make me.
When I eat an apple,
I like to cut it into slices and eat each segment individually.
I'll throw away the seeds, nibble at the core, discard the skin.
We were told she took a bite
but I often wonder just how Eve committed her sin
and what is taste like.
I do not begrudge Eve the apple.
I begrudge Adam the audactiy to ask for a partner in suffering.
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC
I don’t believe in good or evil, heaven or hell.
My idea goes-
The only true punishment for Eve’s
Alleged temptation,
Would be a forced breath, a rebirth, repeat life for
As long as humans are able to walk the earth,
That will show us.
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
I’m made of dust, dried bones and incomplete,
To be cursed for want of a stolen rib,
Barely alive with the faintest heartbeat,
A grown man like an orphan in his crib.
No room for a soul in my shriveled veins,
No life support for fragile loneliness,
To acquiesce in sadness given reins,
A flawed experiment in holiness.
To be alive gives no consolation,
My helpmate has absconded with my soul,
Turning my devotion to temptation
To fill a void when I should have been whole.
This lesson has been far too hard to learn!
To God-forsaken earth let me return!
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 7:55 AM UTC
I painted it
With one of his ribs
He knew I needed it
And he gave it
Willingly
Apparently
He'd always
Had an extra one.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
I’ve longed for so long to be
A part of something apart from me
But the seconds and minutes draw near
Turn into days, into weeks, a year
Just what will it take to be,
Just to be, to be free
Will you be the Adam to my Eve?
Without you I’m incomplete
Just half of what I could be
Jack and Sally or Sid and Nancy
Nobody else can compete
Together we will run free
Let’s write our own twisted love story
Who cares what anyone else may say
We’ll be both the judge and jury
And in our own little world we’ll stay
I want to be closer now
Closer than skin and bone will allow
I want to peel away the edges
To remove all the excess
Be closer than we know how
Just be free, you and me
The Romeo to my Juliet
Without you I’m incomplete
Just half of what I could be
I’ll be Scarlett O and you’ll be Rhett
Nobody else can compete
Together we will run free
Let’s write our own twisted love story
Who cares what anyone else may say
We’ll be both judge and jury
And in our own little world we’ll stay
Will you be the Jekyll to my Hyde?
Without you I’m incomplete
Just half of what I could be
And I’ll be the Bonnie to your Clyde,
Nobody else can compete
Together we will run free
Copyright © 2016-2017 KF
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
from the golden tree
That apple of which I bit
and then tossed down hill
rolled down along the pit
got scuffed with mud and spit
our minds forgot
our bodies ought not
control our thought
from such beacons
do we all depart
trying to find our place,
our very own part
feeling for others souls
with are hands, without heart
to such depths all must go
getting filthy just to know
when we find a convenient answer
upwards we to flow
we take it up, hold it high
figuring that if it touched the sky
amongst us would the beacon live
free for all to share and and give
our jewel, blissful humanity slays
for amongst our rivalry is it lain
we all fight the good fight
some haven't been able to take a bite
and hide away
thinking they missed the last good day
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
Our love is like some stars in the sky
Which is light years too late to survive
It's already dead as we gaze upon it
Already ended before it begun
Our love will just be like some stars
Nothing but captivating memories
A light that shines in darkest moments
Swallowed by sunrise as it faces reality
If only the clock can be turned
Before an Eve was drawn from you
Before the vows had been exchanged
Before the fruits ripened and was due
I could have been your Eve
The one beside you under the sheets
Who fills the gaps between your fingers
While holding on to the wings of little angels
The thought would make me the happiest being
But now its nothing but a celestial dream
Maybe in another life it will come true
Or in another galaxy... who knows,
there could be me and you.
Even if I plead to thousand shooting stars
I know my wish of us cannot be done
And never would I want to be the serpent with an apple
Deceiving hearts and making humanity miserable.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
Her eyes danced with the tiny flames that held a secret
each growing brighter when they urged to yank
the oxygen from her heart and let the sparks console
the deep holes bursting with pleasure
She dabbles in the waves of fire and brimstone
The honey dipped arms monopolize the dry neck
Squeezing harder, and harder
The metallic taste of rust shoves in front her teeth
Her eyes beg to fall out to stop witnessing the desecration
She tries not to let the secret out
but her decomposed body bows down to the forensic earth
Lying in her death bed she knows
She tasted the burnt coals
And forgot to tell Adam
She won't see him in heaven.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC