#foot
I feel I've already lost you
Got one foot out the door
I'm kayaking stage four rapids
With a single oar
Sitting five feet from you
May as well be five miles
Looking back when we first met
Days teeming with smiles
In blink of an eye the sky is strewn with clouds
Followed by thunder plus rain
Disheartened eyes helpless to watch
Attraction slowly wane
Left feeling sad and unwanted
Wishing I did not give a ****
Long to be enough for you
That's not who I am
Room in hearts for love to grow
Not to fill with another's weight
Have unwarranted suspicions
Bringing out side of you I hate
I've never been independent type
Fall apart
You're not here
Unsure if it's your presence I'm needing
If being alone is what I truly fear
Into arms I dive headfirst
Hoping I will not drown
Way you rescue me from the waves
Makes me worry dragging you down
There's zero pills that I can take
Prescribed or off the street
Getting high is simply a distraction
From problems pursuing my feet
I ingest a plethora of substances
Reality my soul evades
Turning my grin on and off like a light
Too soon the artificial joy fades
Up and down emotions careen
Climbing above then suddenly slide
I am conflicted by mixture of adoration and anger
Cannot seem to pick a side
One minute calling to tell you I miss you
Next I'm hanging up the phone
Crawl back to your touch every time
Your name echoes through each bone
You have some hold on me
Trapped by powerful voodoo
If wanting to go away then leave
Honestly want what's best for you
You and I have multiple differences
Many obstacles in our life way
Bright future waits after the finish line
Then ******* hurdles cause a delay
Like when you do not read my messages
Because I lost wi-fi connection
Have zero tolerance
Anything less than perfection
If not adhering to your standards
I am in a world of hurt
Mountains made out of molehills
Buried under the dirt
Sure you are correct about everything
Even when you are not
Don't get the chance to change your mind
Despite hard battles fought
How you treat me not okay
I know I get on each nerve
Not guilty of transgressions you accuse
Disrespect I don't deserve
I might not contribute as much as I should
That doesn't justify
Countless insults hurled my direction
The tears your actions coax from my eye
You believe I do not care about you like I say
Your happiness is the only goal I strive for
Efforts always seem to be in vain
Why do always you expect more?
I barely stumble through life as it is
You're out running marathons
Make a futile attempt to pick up the pace
Muscles can hardly carry on
You would not notice improvement anyways
Failing to make your attention proud
Anchored by negative thoughts beneath skin
Scared to speak aloud
My lack of confidence is why I hesitate
Whispering words difficult to hear
No clue which are right and which aren't
Until you respond and it becomes clear
Lately heart has been cracking
Been unable to repair
Damage inflicted by your indifference
Carved by knife called Despair
So blood seeps inside my chest
Invisible to naked eye
Twist the blade a little bit deeper
Each breath uttering the word "goodbye"
Depression detains me
Prisoner
Curled in Misery's womb
All I long for is to be free
From shadows that consume
Sick of the exhausting battles
Arguing innocence
Using my passion against me
When pleading my defense
My feelings not an admission
Upset because your notions aren't true
Of course going to raise my voice
I am blamed for **** I did not do
You refuse to hear me out
Before conversations start
The entire interaction spent
Picking sentences apart
If loving me how can you be so callous?
I ask for patience and understanding
Don't comprehend what I did to change your attitude
From fond to harshly demanding
But certain your perspective has altered
Between us intimacy decayed
Don't give me the runaround
Rip off like a bandaid
Far from future we hoped for
Happy ending went bad
Too stupid to figure out and fix
Broken pieces of what we had
Terrified of surrendering you
Fated forever to roam
To me you are a lighthouse flashing in a storm
Guiding me safely home
If I let you leave I'll be lost
A ******** mess without you here
Anyone else never could compare
To warmth flooding my body when near
In center is a flame burning strong
So hot it makes stomach sweat
Thrown the towel in if that's your desire
I'm not giving up on us yet
It won't be easy resolving these issues
Heal anguish and sorrow
If only our troubles could blow away with the wind
Wake up happy tomorrow
If permanently done me
Love you enough to let you spread your wings and fly
Deserve the moon and stars and more
Way too short to reach the sky
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 11:32 AM UTC
The calendar bleeds a strange, dark ink,
Where February’s ice begins to sink
Into the soil of a shallow, October grave.
The saint is dead; the shadows crave
A different kind of crimson on the floor,
Not from a rose, but something... more....
The lace is torn, the silk is stained with soot,
As Cupid stalks on a cloven foot.
Forget the chocolates wrapped in gold....
These boxes house what’s damp and cold.
A heart is gifted, still beating and raw,
Held in the grip of a skeletal claw.
The candlelight flickers a jaundiced hue,
Illuminating lovers who are black and blue.
They dance a waltz in a graveyard mist,
Sealing their vows with a poisoned kiss.
No paper cards, just parchment of skin,
To chronicle every beautiful sin.
So hang the bats from the heart.....shaped wreath.....
Hide the razor beneath the teeth.
In the hollow chest where warmth should stay,
The ghosts of lovers have come to play.
Love is a haunt, a debt, a moan......
A feast of marrow on a bed of bone...☠️
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 10:49 AM UTC
the light folds differently when you’re not facing it
a sheet crumpled in the shape of absence,
breath held in the throat of a room.
I watch the curve of your shoulder
become a continent I cannot land on.
there is weather there...storms, maybe,
or just the quiet hum of sleep
that doesn’t include me.
I think of all the things I didn’t say
and how they pile up, laundry
in the corner of your silence.
your spine is a sentence I can’t finish.
your hair, a curtain drawn against me.
I reach for you in thought only,
because the body has rules,
and yours has drawn a border.
I am the echo of a voice
that once knew how to be welcome.
you shift, and I imagine it means something.
but it’s just gravity,
just the choreography of rest.
still, I assign meaning
to the way your foot curls,
to the way the blanket clings to your hip
it knows you better than I do.
I lie here,
turned toward the shape of you,
while you remain
turned away on your side.
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC
There once was a bigfoot whose feet
Were shamefully small and petite,
So he wore some big shoes,
But the obvious ruse
Was a clownish attempt at deceit.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 6:42 PM UTC
The only thing that can surpass the grandness of my intellect, is my unrelenting naivety
The only wisdom I lack, is that of experience
I assume all the things that I neglect, in my late latency
But, lately I attest, I’m quit definitely delerious
I want to build grand monuments to loved ones, but I’ve never been an engineer
Pass down grand teachings to my sons
Yet I’ve never been a father, in any year
I wish to love a woman, like no woman has ever been loved before
To tell her irrelevant stories, and only store memories in the drawer.
To take her to places she hasn’t heard of before or even seen.
Create! The things that she can adore and make the chaos serene
I am no fool, I know what I want.
I desire commitment, I long for Freedom and independence
I decided her love for me; I’ll proudly flaunt
But, internally keep it secret, to nurture my own dependence
One day, she noticed that her love for me was gone
And all the little things she loved about me, all of the quirks, and unintentional foolery
Had turned into insufferable character traits, and puzzling conversations
She no longer loved me, and I love her still.
But, I could not love her, the way she wanted to be loved and cared for
And eventually she could not love me as well
She needed to be loved, but only from a distant shore
Her love, in kind, I could not compel
I need to say a million things to you, tell you how I feel, show you how I hurt, and imply what I desire.
I wish to scream, loudly and often, let the air wash away the bitterness from my lips, and try to rekindle the fire.
But, instead. I stay silent, and act benign
And when asked… I say : “I’m doing fine”
Sep 2, 2023
Sep 2, 2023 at 2:56 PM UTC
Wrapped in the warm
prison of the bedsheets
a cold foot sneaks past
and dangles in the air at the
end of the bed
I shiver like sailors of old
in this cold wind that blows
across my toes
I wrestle the blanket
for the sleep it maintains
all elbows and thumbs
****** this way and that
restless wanderers of designer sheets
I shiver like sailors of old
in this cold wind that blows
across my toes
As I grumble
look to the clock
Four AM glares back at me
a cold foot wiggles
a cold foot waggles
Ode to be a cold foot
sorrowful tale to be sure
I shiver like sailors of old
in this cold wind that blows
across my toes
Sep 21, 2022
Sep 21, 2022 at 11:06 AM UTC
The
Hallways of hell
Must be
Littered with Lego's...
.
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 10:43 PM UTC
Sometimes I think of selling pictures of my feet online
Then
I immediately think of the state of my feet;
The state of me.
After conforming to your dress code of black dress shoes and shattered dreams For 11 long years.
For 11 long years
I sat in rows of grey white and black
Perfectly poised in the presence of our educators
Our guardians
Our wardens.
If we deigned to relax,
Laugh,
Breathe,
They would find more to give and give and give
Until we became nothing but frayed nerves
And therapy bills
That should be addressed to our parents
And then I think
I can’t sell pictures of my feet online,
How could I correctly value them
If I don’t correctly value myself?
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 2:41 PM UTC
the circle complete
squirrel foot prints in deep snow
blossoms memory
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 7:10 PM UTC
She,
my cutter,
my body, her cutting board
sliced by tongue and fingernail,
any handy human implement,
she sculpts me to
her eye's reconfiguring delight
she,
grabs my wrist,
and my face
in her hands grasp-embraced
unblemished once,
now becomes all scarred tissued,
no guise, no lies, no bearded mask,
no disguise - all forsaken
hidden hardened skin,
speckled red/white translucent,
she kisses with adoration her
heart designed
objet d'art
*no better blade than she,
with every cut,
transformed, she becomes
my devotee,
I, her escapee,
I am her, she is me,
inseparable, my every command,
she obeys
*for our love
cuts both ways**
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
~~~
Vanilla Extract
under extreme duress,
word-boarding extreme,
she issues up reluctantly a true confess
her secret ingredient
in everything is
vanilla extract
*where do you source this
in quantities so ample,
keep it well hid,
for all I see
after cupboard investigatory
solitary tiny brown bottle
shelved alone, forlornly?*
wearing a vanilla smile,
that persists for quite the while,
she crinkly eyed laughs
“I extract vanilla
nearly everyday,
for when I awake to a
fresh poem from a poet
who loves me,
I draw all the vanilla out,
then feed it back to him
in the foods I supply,
so his poetry is for ever
sustainable”
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
You said I was the only step,
but you always took one
back..
Never walking us forward,
excuses, like I had to tie my laces,
or my feet ache you walk on.
But I never looked back,
and you never moved forward.
We were a distance apart but I'd only
took one more step than
you.
But one can equal more when its
not synchronized with your heart.
The next day, you had walked off,
we weren't even walking in the same
postcode...
I took of the shoes I wore when we walked,
and now I'm bare foot.
But you know what I'm walking further without
you.
My perception isn't clouded by your backward
footing.
I'm free to walk without the pleasure
of having to look backwards..
Just walking onward without pausing to see
who cares how far my footsteps
have wondered,.
I'm strolling at my own pace
passing with no goodbyes.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
Careful as you unlace
The delicate ribbons of leather
Separating my skin from your lips
'Lincoln Park After Dark' is the shade
Of dark that fills your hungry mouth
The lips I know and love
Feel even better on the most hidden part of my body
Take your time
With each lick
And keep your hunger for me
Until I kiss you good night
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
~~~
for our children and their children
~~~
the reason we say so oft,
in whispers emboldened,
I love you
to our children
is not the utility of
its summarizing brevity
no, no.
it is because
the eloquence of simplicity
supersedes any other poem
we could ever write...
~~~
July 26 2015
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
A new page has turned.
Your eyes are blinded by the bright shine of the clear page.
You’re not scared because you don’t know what your expecting.
You are scared because you’re leveling up.
With each level you move up in life, the more you develop yourself in your new skin.
Eventually, the right time will come.
You’ll look back at how much of the page you’ve covered.
Stories of happiness, hardships, lessons and much more.
When you look forward, you’ll keep putting your best foot forward.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
With each day I tread carefully and each day my foot winds up in my mouth...
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 7:57 PM UTC
She, my cutter,
my body, her cutting,
with tongue and finger nail,
any handy human implement,
she sculpts me to
her eye's configuring delight
she, grabs my wrist,
and my face
by her hands embraced,
unblemished once
now becomes scarred tissued,
no guise, no lies, no bearded mask,
no disguise -
all forsaken
hidden hardened skin,
speckled red/white translucent,
she kisses with adoration her
heart designed
objet d'art
*no better blade than she,
with every cut,
transformed, she becomes
my devotee,
I, her escapee,
I am her, she is me,
inseparable, my every command,
she obeys*
for our love cuts both ways
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
I looked through my telescope
and saw the seas of Mars
I gazed at the rings on Saturn
and various and sundry stars
If we're alone, or so unique
the universe so large
expanding at the speed of light
why aren't we the ones in charge?
Time will pass
and evolution may prevail
or maybe we're just all alone
another biologic fail
Science and chaos
neutrinos and ion quarks
just some more amoebas
staring up into
the dark
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
What is Space?
We don't know.
Here and There.
Distance, the Basic Notion.
Quantified with a Ruler.
What is Time?
We don't know.
Then and Now.
Change, the Basic Notion.
Quantified with a Clock.
What is a Ruler?
A Counter of Repeats of an Unchanging Distance
From Heel to Toe, a Foot
And Length is the Repeat Counts
What is a Clock?
A Counter of Repeats of Constant Change
From Evening to Morning, a Day
And Time is the Repeat Counts
Space and Time
Ruler's and Clock's Measurements
Conceived in Distance and Change
Presented as Length and Time
But Distance and Change remains
Unknown and Unknowable.
We don't know,
We don't know,
Maybe
we'll
never
know.
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
Oh crucified Messiah!
You walk along
The Messi street
Here in Kozhikode playgrounds,
Alone,
Head hung.
You used to write poetry
With your foot
In the green field.
Green pens of press rooms.
How swiftly did they
Turn to red underlines.
—————
I am writing to you
From this land
Where poets will
Always get red card in
Playgrounds of poetry.
You should get down at Kozhikode one day.
I shall introduce you to
MoyduVanimel,
A journalist as old as Kozhikode.
We should roam all around Kozhikode
With him.
We should listen to Vanimel tales,
Sipping hot tea,
At Malapparambu, Puthiyara and Kallayi,
Everywhere that remained under
The spell of your foot.
—————
There is a mosque cemetry
Full of Meezan stones
By the beach.
Tombs
Tattooed with
Foot poetry
By many souls
Who died
Many deaths
In the playground.
You can see,
From your flight itself,
Those Henna trees
That lean towards these tombs
And nod lazily in drizzle.
There,
I shall kneel down
And repeat
The Liturgy for the Losers,
For You.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 1:35 AM UTC
You're one of my favorites
A star of my life
Someone I just can't live without
And even when you're far away
I'll never wanna spend a day
not talking with you
Because I never had that perfect person,
that one who never left my side
who was always there when I needed them
and didn't leave me in the dirt to die,
when I was at my worst, they stayed, with their foot planted at my right.
So please, please.
Don't ever, ever leave my side.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:06 PM UTC
I dreamt within the confines of my room,
of a place where the white moments
gathered in ease.
Collections within them.
Every negative
and slowly asphyxiating gathering
being buried within
the confides of a blanched confinement.
No longer where there shadows of before,
collecting in pools bellowing the fumes of
ill repercussions.
Instead the flakes of ******* highs drowned
every moment out with delusion highs..
For within the white molecule,
was a specific reflection.
And I never gazed deeply,
in fear of being
blinded with the truth.
Covers everything in a shallow grave
of white mummers
crunching under foot.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC