#caves
*** with a child's limitation
Sore and due the strength, if not a hat
Redress and salt, to look hard at the smile in the moon
Sakes be cloth, takes be wrath, shakes be the cat
Seek and you shall find, a nightmare
Places to go to, and who's to remember with time
Shadowed friends nowhere seen, accept to swear
On my honor, the sight of silence, is to eat an enemies crime
Never...
And the silver of a human eye
Has come and gone, to say hi to the grim reaper
Sates in the hold, a weary eye to sing with a wry...
Sand and glue, has said hell itself
*** in the open, and a home to warm the soul, is need's fool?
Is my name so dead, that a requited bird is a nosey ****
Like the notion to terrorize a new know, the curiosity of a cool
Shiney, and waiting on a bared secret, with which
A memory the aloof and the tooth, made
With the tears of another, as if I seek a bread to *****
Look here, second wind on the lips, suicide on the shade...
Peace and the right to a windy cave...
Around about, and tones of pain in the sickness of a pout
Can a dead pillow, ever let more than a flame share
All of any, in the name of a craving, does salt ever let a sound?
Perfume and blindness
Let on this side of the moon, somewhere we were
A courage to sing in the name of a guest
Live shallowness, the life of a furious mirror, has voiced a seer...
Lemon, acid and embarrassment's tea
Can's a voiced seed, to reach for a weight in the sea, saviors
Lent a skill of a swallow of wind and silence, the image of a me
Has a new eye, for a jaded fear to step forward, in the courtesy of a star
Patience in a stare with order's of a music, name the ****
Lip and stone, saving the heat of many more, selves
Has a wish in its midst's, that seems to defy any heart
Put your trash somewhere else, suicide is for the devil...
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
I've ripped into my chest,
With nails so brittle and torn
And scratched out my veins,
Carving the rivers of blood
Into chasms of red turned still.
My wounds would fester,
Like lakes buried underground,
The pit left inside my heart
Became catacombs to climb.
Fingers gashed to make space
For me to explore my bones,
And forever within I could journey
Without even making a sound.
In time Death will come to find,
That its pain is unable to take me.
Nothing can surpass my enduring,
And I will survive my own autopsy.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 12:01 AM UTC
You are as
The silver moonlight
Which with its grace
Dances on the surface of this lake.
You, who penetrates my depths
And ripples into my being
Causing waves to quake.
I will be your shelter,
In my open arms
I will be your rest.
I will be as the caves of old,
Within me you may find peace
From the raging tempest of the world.
You may shutter your eyes and dream,
For the fire will remain
Even if to fuel it, I must burn.
Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 10:28 PM UTC
In romantic relationships
You speak Latin
And your empire falls
In platonic relationships
You speak Greek
And think about caves
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 1:55 AM UTC
There is a cave
Within a cliff
Beside a great waterway
And I don't know
That it exists
How the ocean moves and carves it's way
Without me watching it every day
How the caves of mind turn ever in
In their unexplored and unannounced way
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
In the pink, it made her truly
Admire something amazing
Not even his smile to think
"The Caves of Dargilan"
It was quite the art like
The caves of wonder magician
He was touched by
her baby pink beauty
The words formed inside
Color divine cerise
Message to heart from
the Prince
The cave smiled
with pride
She felt loved rosy glossy
Like the Epiphany, she hears
his symphony glow the caves show
The perky lovely side of pink
protected who decides
To paint it pink more
to think
Her hot lips magenta
To her fancy the Diva
Merci Beaucoup
Caves The New Year
story whoa what a scoop
No time for blushing pink
bride jury loop to loop
Good heaven's glory
To the highest authority
Caves crafted in his
duty like a ritual her smile
Lifted petal pink gravity
Love of France in a trance
Her eyes what discovery
A balance of love symmetry
Caves are mysterious
Her lips shadow to be kissed
Never missed in the cave
work of art never to part
I hope this
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
in the darkness
she hears the silence echo
like the air has a voice
and it follows where the winds go...
she listens for bats
to shriek through their wings
after fleeing from the light
her flashlight brings.
she stumbles on each crack
and shivers from the thought of breaking,
the light flickering on the path
from her frightened hands shaking.
soon her fear subsides
when a light appears at the end.
a great relief to her eyes
only the sun could send.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
I call out
To a shallow cave
And in return
I get a shallow reply
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC
#*The pillars in the caves
Encrypted and engraved
Ancient they are
Have stood for ages
Weathering changes
Light cold rain dark , the sunshine all gone
The pillars in the caves stand tall
There is a story , many told
Lost in ages ,memories old
Something to be found
The story profound
Only the brave hearts
Unravel the mystery of the history
The strength of the pillars
Ancient they are
Not everyone can and would want to know*#
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC
Hey, Siri. Take a note.
Take a note for every time I make a new document to write a paper for class, only for you to power down in 2 paragraphs, because I've observed your patterns and my studies show that I can't depend on you. You crest and trough in intervals so irregular that if someone were to trace your path, from 79 percent, to 58, to 31 and 79 all over again, they'd be able to outline the Sierra Madre.
Take a note for every time you black out like the lights in a house of a horror movie, as dread like waiting for a spirit beyond the door overcomes me, because you know what -- forget the jumpscare, your sudden death already caught me unawares.
Take a note for every time my heart stops over a powerbank left at home, because not even halfway through my Grab trip, you're full, half full, all gone.
Take a note for every time you register a full green bar one minute, only to drop to 15% in two, because I'll have you know, I'm through.
Take note - I'm disappointed in you.
You make my face light up one second, only to dim into a faint red glow the next.
You've proven yourself unreliable; how can I call you my friend?
You're my heart's ultimate puppeteer, second to none,
You get me charged up only to drain me of the color in my face like the green in the corner, full, half empty, all gone.
**** I could toss you aside, falling to my knees,
Watch your screen crack, shatter, cave in
As its glass shards fly and pierce my skin
Ripping my chest to shreds as my heart takes a piece, but that can't be,
because you tore it apart when you powered down on me!
You're the reason I think the glass is half empty, and I… am empty.
I stare into the void of my dead phone screen -- black. Low battery.
I see wrinkles creasing through my forehead, the bags beneath my eyes,
I see dilated orbs drained of any vigor, any life.
I see my reflection on this black mirror, devoid of any expression whatsoever.
No curves lifting the sides of my lips, no pink flushing both my cheeks, just me, soulless.
I'm empty. It's funny. Through you, I see a girl
who crests and troughs at intervals so irregular,
Who's traced the outline of the Sierra Madre on herself,
Who cracks quicker than glass once she's fallen to her lowest
Who realizes that maybe she's been too hard on you, that maybe she should take a look at herself before she opens her mouth,
before she cracks, shatters, caves in,
glass shards flying, spreading thin.
I stare down at your screen's shards across the floor,
I realize how I can't put you back together, not anymore.
I'm very sorry. I have no words.
I guess you can say… I'm full, half empty, all gone.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
An inquisitive mind—flourished from oppression into a cave as rich as Reed mine
Where tourists can flood my thoughts
Pick at my gold and sell it for their lives
Stabilizing their own
While weakening my historic rise
Greed increases, and relationships are seceded
Because everyone wants to obtain sacred pieces
Wandering through pixels of distorted visions
Gatherers become hunters
Painting with blood, their own ambitions
Setting standards for the continuing generations
In turn, a figurative genocide
For the sake of remaining proclamations
Paralyzing, terrorizing, and destroying indifferent others
If time manipulates unfortunate events, perhaps the solution
Is just the opposite
Creatures of habit soon face an evolution
Once protagonists reach a state of lucid retribution
It defines them as antagonists playing a role of uncanny acts
The renowned vigilantes use time as their sword
To reenact their own demise and call unto their lord
Scattered within the affluent cave
The people and their children
And their children's children
Are enslaved, digging their own graves while being influenced by vacuous hopes and darkened shapes
The repetitive motions devolved into psychopathic notions
They attempted to escape but were punished for breaking the rotation
Whipped, humiliated, and shamed
The cave insulated the pain
By offering priceless artifacts
Within my knowledgeable den
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
slipping away
passages of time
slips away
down through the canyon rock
where the forever makes it yawning gait
and the weight of the fossils
forces down upon the lightless tunnels
where the urchins and sea shells
learned to sing
in their petrified state,
where the smooth stone kiss
where waters were once a rushing estate
and eyeless fish swim
not knowing the difference
of light and dark in the deep lake
echoing fathers, weeping widows
silence endangers the sanity
echoed into a beating soul
forget not the smooth takeaway winds
nor the shoreless wager of nighttime gin
a mammoth cavern performing unspoken
hollowed out by all that is forgotten
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
I stepped into a hollow cave
in search of something new.
Don't know what I was thinking
maybe I was searching for a clue.
The sun's rays couldn't hit me anymore
I was surrounded by rocks
and fossils.
I fell in love with the ruins
of an old,lost city
with narrow streets and dark caves
with skeletons on the street
and gold coins in the shade
All of these ruins
only to forget you
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
Will we meet upon the green grass hill
Will you come and sit with me still
Underneath the old oak tree
We can sit and gaze at the sea
We can watch the white top waves
As it beats toward the caves
The sea foams frothy white at the wide open mouth
And when the wind blows from the south
You can almost hear the pirates song
When they use to visit the cave, but those years are long gone
That's where they use to hide their treasures
But now only the waves laps in at it's leisure
You once asked me,"why don't you explore the cave by the sea"
"To find diamonds and the gold that there might be"
I only shot you a smile
Because I knew all the while
I had all ready found my diamond
And around you my arms I tightened
But that was many years ago
And the winds of time did blow
It aged our bodies, and took you away
So I made that climb up hill today
To sit up under that old oak tree
To reminisce of what use to be
To hold tight the ghost of your memory
For that's one thing time can't take from me
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
Sweet beautiful machine behind the woods,
chuckle with tears and carries a barren womb,
"Do you regret the Unlife?". I shouted.
And a soft voice whispered "No".
I have not seen the crows singing to the corn,
I believe in nothing, and nothing at all,
"Do you fear the sky?". I thought.
And a soft voice whispered "No".
Your harmony pleases the pace of the trees,
I have forseen all of this inside of a dream,
"Are you even trying to see me?". I asked.
And a soft voice whispered "No".
Spreading those legs of yours around my neck,
I kiss the cave of wonders as if were a threat,
"Is everything fine, my love?". I licked.
And a soft voice whispered "No".
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
An effect I thought I was impervious to
Butterflies
Uncertainty
Insecurity
My soul lingers on my skin
Like smoke on walls
I'm transparent.
Many men have come with their ice picks
Desperately chipping away at the cold encasing my heart
And here you are
A wildfire.
Restless and tactful
Every scar I have earned
My armor
In ashes.
I'm terrified
vulnerable
And
yours..
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
The moon hangs above me
beclouded
A pupil behind a milky cataract
He knows night's words
When he tells me them my
eyes roll to whites
My succubus drapes herself
over me
Her snakehair is such a mess
They tell me love's words while
biting at her *******
That woman is there in the
window again
black backlit cutout
by yellow light so nicely framed
She dances without moving
I throw a rock at her window,
and she stays motionless
I flee terrified
The winter forest draws snug
its blanket
snow unspoiled by track or trail
My breath is smoke on the air
The wastelands burn about me
bergs of ***** bone
They tell me of secret grottos
in cool underground
wherein water
drip
drip
drips
onto tombstones forever muted
My longing lips crack and bleed
My sunblind eyes drift skyward
I scream for the vulture
my friend
to fly me down there
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
Gorgeous,
verdant,
with more waterfalls
than any other state
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
Pitter patter of miniature feet
Children are something that I want
I always have
And always will
But my own children aren't necessarily
Something that I can have
They are beautiful
And worthy of life
And as open-minded as I can be
I don't want to **** mine
But I will not have to pay
For surgery nor for drugs
So let me freeze my potentials
Let me remove my shallow caves
I do not need them anymore
Just like you don't need her
Love me love me love me
I am your child
I always have been
And always will be
I love you
So love my kids...
(However they arrive)
Because they will arrive...
And love you too
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
Look at me;
watch as my body
caves to your
everything.
Your hands are
like a poison
seeping into
my skin,
infecting every
inch of my body.
But please,
continue on,
I won't dare ask
you to stop;
You're easily the
worst, best thing
that's ever happened
to me.
-JRM
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
my silence is burrowed in these bones, my bones
let me go alone into the catacombs let me breathe the heart of this impenetrable darkness
I swear to god I never meant to hurt you
outside, on your doorstep I am worn out
sick and tired, and so on
these cave walls hover on my ribs I will never make you understand how the music
of this death march haunts me in my empty chest I am filled with the waning moon
the song of our sorrow overflows me my bones, my bones,
weaved within the stone floors our bones, your bones stacked against the walls
let me go alone into this hollowed darkness this
hallowed ground
in the dead of night this void shudders in my bones, my bones
I swear I’m dying I swear to god the cavern of this morgue is
my only home
let me go gentle into this good night
this holy unborn chaos under cover of darkness our world is small and scarred
someday I swear I will be still my shaking hands
will settle in these bones, these bones, let me die among the dead
under cover of darkness this new world washes over me the water of my veins
will flood this empty sky
there are thrones in the corners of this room and we turn away
(the underworld is not in flames it is drowned
in this cold breathing earth) there are thrones
in the corners of this room, and they
are empty
let me go alone into this heart of darkness, when I fall upon this floor my soul
will dance on torch lit walls my heart runs cold across this sacred stone
let the pure unsettled darkness strike in me that kind of hollow
I am trying to build a home here, these bones, my bones
the music of our heavy mouths drifts upward to the sky
I am a tragedy, for the last time
we will lose our senses underground and we will thank god
as my eyes fall wide on these hollow walls I am more at home than I have ever been
let this open earth bite me to my core
as my chest is bared before this empty sky I will not rage against the dying of the light
I am worn out
sick and tired
the chorus of our footsteps echoes on my bones, our bones, my bones
melted in this torch light we are dying
sacred
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
On the lower rung of the ladder she stands wide eyed,
that ambiguous smile on her lips and my yearning
has a mysterious kinship, with the mysteries of the semi-lit attic,
I could discern from the bits and pieces she revealed
with that sly look as we walked hand in hand
through the garden path as slowly as we can.
The ladies in the neighborhood would stand in groups
and look curiously at us as we walk, a sight rare in the village
where movement in thickets were the symbol of unspeakable pleasures!
A shy boy and a girl unusually bold; no demure Indian girl she is!
"See how she leads the boy, knows how to play her tune, so well
sometimes I spy the pair stand together at
the mouth of that dark cave, contemplating mysteries perhaps"
overhearing their words, I would cast eyes down as if guilty.
Beyond the uppermost rung of the ladder, is the attic
I haven't seen it yet, but she is a girl and a woman in one
who could see far beyond a boy's ken, she acts her age
what her nail marks etched on my skin is the map of her desires.
In our stealthy expeditions through winding paths my lungs
get filled with feminine smells that are intense in certain times,
our feet become slow and stop without prompt at shaded corners
scented by musky orchid blooms, where blue beetles
hum amorous tunes, then longing takes many forms of expressions.
She knew the art of looking in to my heart,
through the peep holes of eyes, then I hear her whisper as if possessed,
"You are full of sweet poetry, it's beats permeate to my body
when I hold you closer to my ***** but you need me to make it loud"
In the dark attic where the scent of black pepper and dry ginger raged
she kept her promise, her lips caressed mine,with such urgency
my eyes involuntarily, close tightly and I hear her murmurs
it was her way of bringing out my inner poetry, making it flow out
such subtle power it had, we rolled uncontrollably on the floor,
when we did we sighed together, plunging in to a wonder moment.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
In a cave by the ocean burned
A man's heart from his chest cavity
Carved open, froth from the sea
Slipping into his lungs and
Smoke from all the guns ever triggered
Seeped from behind his eyes,
Lips cracked with the truth but spoke
Only regret,
Mouth forever frozen in enlightenment
Sought but not shared,
And oh, how the ocean weeps,
For messages in bottles mean nothing
Without ink.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
I have this creeping ache on the edges of my bones
like the way crystal forms,
slowly.
Like the way prehistoric bugs that live in caves die every day.
I think I forgot to close my eyes and woke up blind.
I live my days hoping to grow inwards until my bones
start the delicate tearing of my skin and
water fills my lungs.
I have longed for this to happen ever since i was 7 and
I heard drowning was the closest you can get to
euphoria.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC