#package
Like a pigeon that drops it's package.
Peace sure does pack age.
If it's dropped maybe someone else pack catch.
Now that the pigeon is free it can peck cage.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:39 AM UTC
Pull me
Push me
Force me
And trap me
Build me
Create me
Destroy me
Lie to me
Wrap me
Seal me
Deliver me
And ship me
No matter how much
You try
No matter how much
It hurts
I will escape
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:44 AM UTC
I bet that man,
he with his white cap,
smashed my box against the wall
as he so carelessly
dumped
my package on the doorstep.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC
It's 3 am and no sign of her flight
I have waited for countless hours.
If my love doesn't come tonight,
I'll be stuck here with these flowers.
I sat and waited in anticipation
Of caressing my beautiful package.
I could feel the mounting frustration.
Tonight,no lips,satin and cleavage.
Every minute,every second I waited,
My heartbeat played a very new note.
Like when music and poetry debated,
I felt love and symphony to my core.
Hours went by,no sign of the flight.
I squinted,tilted and let out some air
There wasn't a lone female in sight.
At home ,I found a lady with long hair.
IB-Poetry©
17/12/2018
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
#Feast your eyes upon all the
mangled
twitching
bodies
trapped in the grills of fat and
brown
package
trucks
so far away from the idyllic blades of
green
and
sun
crossing pot-hole asphalted rivers where
alligators
speed
amuck
We all get hurt crossing seemingly
empty
perilous
streets
and end up in some wolf-dressed-as-sheep
machine's
sharp
teeth
are we different from the insects
roaming
on
instinct?
If only you could wiggle your body more to the side
but the alligator never slows and the wind is a bonafide
bully.
At least I can see whats ahead, might as well enjoy the ride.#
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
What you give, you will receive.
You give hatred to another, hatred would come back.
You give love, love would be given back to you.
It works in such mysterious ways, this system.
You give hatred to God, you still get love back...
I love that...
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
Art is just a way for
some - to organise
our thoughts and to
deliver them.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
I am one
learning how to
carefully seal
myself shut;
still working on
the art of hiding
in less obvious spaces
that won't give me away,
folding myself
onto myself
like messy origami
forming no figure,
my pale skin
being tinted by sunlight,
my hollow cheeks
being surrounded by sunny faces
that have no idea
how much all I want
is for the rays to
melt these glaciers.
I tie my hair
with bright red ribbons
like I am a present
with no future, no past.
Might want to unwrap me
only to find a box
empty,
consumed.
I do not hold
anything
for you.
I cannot even hold
myself
for me.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
Please handle with care we say
Please handle with care, Mr. Postman
I know you see that sticker all
day every day
But please handle with care
You don't understand our package is
important
We don't care about the rest
I know your numb Mr. Postman
But please
Handle with care
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
Here are the thousand hopes packed in a red coffin
Made of yarns and tied with black string
It comes with flowers and wrapped in green
As if it is so weary; it flashes a grin
Here is the sleep packed in wooden jars
Unreachable for the latches are worn down
Then it comes, decorated in porcelain
With cracks spread across and glossed by tears
Carve down the ornaments and you shall see
The nightmares and scars it hatched
When you and I walked down, forlorn
To call for Pandora and the hope she’d forgotten
Here are the bullets torn down during life
The protector and murderer of our own kind
They come disguised in arsenic laces
Tearing the night and the vulnerable moon princess
Carve down the ornaments and you shall see
The dreams and bruises it abandoned
When you and I walked down upon chaos
To call for Erebos and the darkness he caresses
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC