#choked
He was danger from the very start,
The kind which came with many warnings.
I was cautious at once, Yes i was,
But soon I let my guard down,
I was left with a mind full of ideas,
He despised the ones he planted.
I loved, I fell, I fell in front of him,
He could not even hold me up.
Too busy with the others to give a ****
I was dying right there and he didn’t care.
Guess love was a poison,
I drank up too fast,
Choked on my own tears,
I am broke, I won’t last.
Still hoping you could save me,
Hoping you could love me.
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 4:18 AM UTC
Congratulations to
everyone who
killed the planet.
My bleached bones were
my tombstone
an expiry date.
Pasted due,
my children
died at sunset.
A planet
spinning with
no voices, breath silent.
But no one cares,
everyone's expired,
but the plastic lives on.
Plastic shores,
an island
in an ocean of empty hope...
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
I am tired
Of seeing your name wherever I look
You already carved it into my soul
Scarred by the weight of a few letters
So please, just stop
I am cold
Each time I see you
Pretending my heart isn't pounding
Blood replaced by a paralyzing poison
Drowning me in an ice bath
Please stop
I am scared
Loud noises and raised voices
Hands wrapped around my neck
Gasping for air
Nightmares
Stop
You scare me.
Appearing in my life when I ended it.
Reaching out for my warmth when
You asphyxiated the fire.
I need oxygen.
Not you.
Please.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
Swallows get caught in your throat
trying to escape the cat.
Feathers are ticklish,
the cat's grip is vicious,
is this how we've come to say that
the cat got your tongue,
the cat got your tongue,
because you thought
you could swallow winged lies.
The hunter inside
always finds its pride
in the throat where the swallow choked.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
Ripping hands from around my throat
prying greasy thick fingers out from
my mouth
screaming inside
grasping the tired air for a chance to speak
to breathe
to take up space in this room I pay to learn in.
men standing their ground
men taking my ground
men raising their voices
men shouting above my words and trying to prove me,
prove this theory, prove this gay professor
wrong
not just here
but
around every corner, behind me in every parking lot, too close in every line, every bus seat, every elevator ride
breathing down my back
always there to contradict, take back, rephrase
laugh
laugh louder,
humiliate then divide and conquer
sitting in the front to hear the words first or
sitting in the back like a king at his throne
superimpose these whacked out standards for my clothes,
my ***** my tattoos, my smiles
my frowns
bench pressing their superfluous beliefs that they’re under attack
when I flip them off, when I lead them on, when I run away, when I talk back
hard headed and white knuckled
clutching to their masculinity,
just like my throat
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
These dragging power lines shackle her
Shock until numb, and heart stops
After beating too fast and shattering into
Oblivion (that is, the rest of her perception)
The percolating *** holes *** shots about her
*** and shots and shots and cigs
Crimson twigs rooted under business standards
Loathes the world's beauty standards
... ********
These dragging snakes constrict her vision
Of a better place, of a better time
Stronger the vignette view, the stronger the
Struggle, to
Separate tar from her feet these streets bought her
Clipped her wings
Told her to grow up and forget to fly
(Though flying is her worst nightmare)
So she assembles wax imitations
And plans to amputate
I'd tell her to stop
But she'll say there's prosthetics
And I'd rather see her tango in the wind
Fall to her death
Then go cold with the arms of a mini golf champ
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
salty air,
not by the sea.
inches like miles,
and choked back tears.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 3:02 AM UTC
Doesn't it hurt to cut your own strings?
To keep yourself distant?
Isolated?
Detached?
Feelings of vague and cloud and grey
Veil your thoughts
Inner workings
What a shame
I bet your raw emotions are glorious
Radiant
Breathtaking
I wish I could see your
Feelings of bright and sun and gold
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
I sit here broke
Because my angel has choked
On its halo.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
there's nothing here
i choked on thirty pills
of brain killing chemicals
couldn't think, couldn't think
couldn't walk, couldn't talk
couldn't sleep, couldn't sleep
laid me to rest in my bed
there was blood all over the pen
my mouth became glued shut
couldn't cry for help if i wanted
but help wasn't here
when i was here
why should it be here now?
because i'm finally fading?
is this why there are so many funerals
for the ones life taking?
did life finally make sense
as i was lowered into the ground?
don't love me now -
i may have been born
just to die
there's nothing here now
choked on thirty pills ...
fifty pills ...
brain dead
i just wanted rest
don't love me in my afterlife
when you couldn't love my present life
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
from dusk till dawn
there will be no two
or more than three
pairs of drops would shown
so let me note this down
and then tight to point it out
that this kind of game shall last
when i poem you up so fast
though i know that my rhyme
may not sound so good to your calm ears
hence, i am quite sure,, you would not quit by your eyes
for you might get lose
on the time you have got to move
your pen from one place that had not been done
with a seen scene clues.
Mean what i say
if i were you, try to look at your ink
and have a guts to throw your turn so you'LL have a bright shrink
*Quick! don't waste time, don't dream a blind bout to less your waist
line*
hold the cry of lies, roll my dice as you feel my arms
on this sheet of blank curve so sheer!
Come to think of it and then read my lips...
SET A WAY OUT FOR THAT GUILT
THERE IS ONE MORE TRY!
NEXT TIME, BE WISE LIKE A CLERK
IN A FOUGHT THAT BROUGHT
US ON THE TOP OF THOSE HILLS SO BREEZE
FALL NOT, WHILE I BRACE YOUR SELF.
WE TOOK A SEAT AS WE GET TIRED
AND MET HER IN A MID OF OUR WALKED
NEAR TO THE FLAT FORM LAND
AS SHE JOINED IN A #PLAY OF JOURN
AS I DARE...WHO WINS TAKES THE BOLD PEN
WHICH IS FULL OF GLANCE
*THAT ***** MUCH MORE THAN HIGH GRADE PRICE*
AND SO IT WAS A DEAL TO CLAIM THAT PRIZE
gone once,
twice thrice
but hey, what a heck
would you mind not to void your O
cause my X will win this tic tac toe
come on, fight for our #
can't you see? If you do,
A trick of our own
shall hide the mark when she goes wrong.
You know what, if you knew her much as i did
you'LL find Anne how sharp she is
now that we're on, the two of us might not give a chance
to draw a new phase if we won't win next game flows
two to none, raise to three...
her seal crave to win that pride all at once.
I can not go back to drop that counts!
real talk...i do not want to miss a thing!
you are my brand new O
you are so dear to me!
we must beat that X
for there is no y does it like u
yet we are one verb flew like a free bird
who aimed that goal
on our tic tac toe
thee thy thou
thus the last ought
now tied at two.
Seems it was her fault
looks like she does not pick
the right place as if she is not our foe.
This is the hour of truth
no time for her to beat our
"no hint two way-reach rank trace"
O X O
X O X
O X X
At last we won, with out my help
Anne failed, Gem has
the badge now
*on my ***** pen*
I am blessed to have you Gem.
God Gave Me You
i can now shout out loud
verse to verse
through this kind of mind game
that brings out the hype
on us once we get jive.
SOON
PRIEST
OR JUDGE
SHOULD SAY
YOU MAY
KISS THE BRIDE
MOON WILL LIGHTS OUR NIGHT
ON THE DAY WE'LL WED
AS YOU AND I GOES TO BED
GEM MY LOVE, YOU ARE MY WILD CARD!
THAT CAME IN TO MY LIFE!
AND NOW YOU ARE MY WIFE!
THANKS BE TO GOD OUR LORD!
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
When two black wheels crashed into four
Two legs stretched out behind a silver door
He lay, pinned down on the dusty road
Clawing at her face in vain, he choked.
My conscience asks, "What troubles you more?"
"*The mask of anger that she wore?
The circle of people watching the show?*"
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
If I was a garden
Were you my vibrant flowers?
Or were you my choking weeds?
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
I was choked,
rightly so,
You weren't there,
you don't know
how hard it is
after all that's passed,
to say those words
And have them last
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
I found him in the most unlikely of people
In the coldest of nights
In the warmest of hearts
The softest of touches.
Out of the frigid wind was I pulled
I can breathe.
No rushing currents choking me
No biting cold cutting through me
Protected.
Safe.
But for how long?
Do not rush
Darling, savor what little I can offer
Not what little I have left, but what little may be allowed.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC