#picking
What kind of instinct does this?
Makes me pick and peel at my lips
Reopen wounds for the appeal
And pick at scabs that never heal
My nails tear and shred at skin
To get to flesh that lies within
Freckled skin that looks like stars
A mind that only leads to scars
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM UTC
I hate having skin
A blank canvas wrapping my bones
Like an artist selecting her tones
It’s ready to be cut when I’m alone
Drawing with crimson hues
Picking each pore causing a bruise
Adding some much needed blues
Nails carving a well defined track
Blood drying into black
As my fingers finish their attack
Stepping back to admire my design
Letting all the colors combine
Finally ready to be signed
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 10:27 PM UTC
I was fine
with waiting;
the breeze
of melancholy
carries with it
the distant smell
of blossoming flowers.
If waiting means
I can spend my time
imagining those flowers,
whose nectar,
whose petals,
entrance me with such splendour,
then I do not mind waiting.
At times, I envy
those who chose
to pluck from the ground
the flowers they had cherished.
But I...
Alas.
How I long for
a past
I did not have.
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC
I hope you find a flower,
one that's very pretty
It doesn't need to be
any certain colour,
I just hope you like it
and I hope that flower
reminds you -
you found this pretty
and that is _wonderful_
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
Forty tears were pooled in his eyes.
A reality of hardship sunk in
Capsizing a boat of fears.
his parents had left him a penniless bloke
his time would be spent trying to stay afloat
The daily news would house all the jahbs
the other families & friends were pointing him away from trouble
He would meet a new boss.
A stomach never tiring of crisscrosses
When he sat -down inspection began
Was he trusted to be a stan
Finally accepted he began forging minerals
The door closed at the home.
The company issued tools.
Heavy iron forged together with mighty wood.
Clear yellow lights illuminated the mine’s dark
A new spot would be all to him.
He began picking and digging
The earth's rocks, and dirt.
Learning other names was to be his strong suit.
But ability and strength left him with cahoots.
Soon heart's pumped laughs
Sending echo’s down the earth mine's shaft
Curing the ailed eyes
Of a boy with no ties
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
there's a world inside your mind
and it wants you to find
a place for others,
without changing
the bookshelves
the music
or the way that you walk through the door.
It might be the means of replacing
the fear which stops you from living
and giving
and laughing
as yourself.
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 8:30 AM UTC
A frost had already settled late that night
Into the tenth hour, when most would be sleeping
All was quiet and cold on the front
When the stars presented themselves, you presented yourself to the sky
I imagine as gracefully as sunrise
Quiet and unsuspecting,
it sprang on us like an early spring
When winter turns to spring
and daisies push their way through the dirt
when the transition is done
I'll think of your fight to push through life, yet open yourself up
just as flower petals open to this world
Even though you passed in winter, spring will remind us of you
After a harsh winter, spring will be there to guide us,
whether we've made peace with the season,
whether we're ready and however early
We'll pick daisies to take you with us on this spring's journey
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
There’s something interesting to notice
When one shares their poems
Out there
For one and all to see
There are certain patterns
Certain people
That read certain poetry
When I write short, sweet, to the point
Two lines
Or three
Certain people flock
When I write long
With depth, almost like a story
Others stalk
Then when I let out my inner cynic,
Try something new
Rant out my views
I get a whole nother crowd all together
Comprising sometimes, those from the former two as well
Some go for depressing,
Trying to find someone who matches
Their own soulful nature
Others would rather settle
For some lighthearted fun
And still yet more
Would choose something else
And I wonder how do you choose
How do you pick amongst the multitudes?
Do you even care?
Or is it what’s right in front of your eyes?
Perhaps it’s based on what you like to write?
What you’d like to do?
What you’d like to be?
Who you’d like to be?
Is there even an answer key?
Is there ever?
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
Aztec gold-brown soil between
rows and rows of summer green
invites berry-gatherers
shorts and sun hats
baskets in hand
techniques unique to each
stooping for close inspection
looking for perfection
color, form, ripeness
choosing one by one
bending just enough to grab
handfuls
in a hurry
sun beats down
wiping brow
others mosey
enjoying
the peace of this stretch
of land so well tended
so bounteous
best approach
little child plopped down
near the beginning
hand to mouth fast as she can
crimson juice coloring lips
drips down chin
beneath contented impish smile
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
Life is a fall, we just got to realize that were
the ones picking up. And the only defeat is
when we don't try.
Life is getting up, and knowing were the ones
that stood tall, without hands out to others...
Were the ones that lifted ourselves up..
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
Ooooh baby listen up God made you for me and me for you which became a blessing for us but life keeps getting in the way and when ever we try somehow the plan is always rearrange and I know how much you need me and it breaks my heart believe me baby it seems like forever that I waited for you in a world of disappointment and lonely people but one thing is true but we gotta go our own way and I really don't want to leave it all behind but we get our hopes up and we watch them fall every time and it's so hard to watch it slowly fade away and he said what about us? What about everything we been through? What about trust? And that I know he never wanted to hurt me and I said I know and I'm going to miss you so much that it's going to hurt me more than it hurts you and baby it's something about you that makes me want to stay and work it out.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
picking and scratching
my skin bleeding
the scars all over remind me of certain times in my life
when the stress got too much to handle and I sat in the bathroom for hours
destroying the body that was given to me
burning down my humble abode
just picking and scratching away at my sanity
which I'm not sure I ever really had
the scars that I get comments on daily
'Did you try to hurt yourself?'
'Are you alright?'
'Are you being abused or unsupervised?'
no answer really just staring at them;
whilst picking at my scabs in that blissful agony that I love to feel
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
You quote from Leviticus
Call me an abomination
As you eat cheeseburgers
And claim a Christian nation.
You don’t ****** daughters
Who have had unmarried love
Yet, demonizing gay people
Fits you like an expensive glove.
You vilify your children daily
And quote the bible to boot,
While you work on the Sabbath
In your fine mixed-fabric suit.
You talk so glibly about us
Out of both sides of your mouth.
You are embarrassing examples
Of the sickness of the Old South.
You just ain’t right.
Your head’s on wrong.
Your hypocritical ravings
Are the cause of this song.
You’re a liar and a nut
And you’re halfway crazy.
We'd make laws against you
But we’re too **** lazy.
You wave your hands and pray
In public so you are well seen.
You copy your Christianity
From the latest People magazine.
Your idea of pious philosophy
Is way off the Christian track.
If I ever shake hands with you
I’ll count the fingers I get back.
You just ain’t right.
Your head’s on wrong.
Your hypocritical ravings
Are the cause of this song.
You’re a liar and a nut
And you’re halfway crazy.
We'd make laws against you
But we’re too **** lazy.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
Business men pick their noses in trains.
They think no one sees them but I haven't forgotten
the many hands that they shake.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
I gave you everything.
I showed you things I'd never shown
to anyone before.
I believed in you.
I kissed you.
I slept with you.
I was in love with you.
I felt used.
I felt *****
After that day,
I couldn't see myself in the mirror.
I was disgusted with myself.
In the end I realized that I
was in love with the idea of you.
But why?
I have no idea.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
I tear away at my skin
as a coping mechanism
for many things. It's tragic,
really...tearing away at the
vessel that carries me through
my attempts to save myself
from the world I live in.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
Picking petals
like you picked apart
my heart.
each piece drifts
slowly
to the ground
You loved me,
you love me not.
Petal by petal.
Piece by piece.
Till nothing's left
but a vacant stem,
an empty vessel.
Left to wither away
never can be whole again,
can't get back what's been taken.
You loved me.
You love me not.
I envy the flower,
for while it dies
after being picked and torn
to peices.
I survive,
these injuries won't **** me
but I'll never be the same.
so i'll continue picking petals
You loved me.
You love me not.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
my face smashed against the concrete
when you kicked me from your
life; i'm still picking jagged stones
from the spaces between my
teeth. because of this,
i don't smile
anymore.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
I should have known it wouldn't last,
And alas, our time has passed,
I was good and submissive,
But you were dismissive,
And I don't know what I can do.
You liked me, adored me,
You though I was sweet.
But today, you called me,
And said you could see,
We were not meant to be,
Because of what we believe.
I know I'm so young,
And sweet, and naive,
I know it's crazy,
But I believe,
That age doesn't matter,
not to me.
But I guess I should see,
Only friends we will be,
But these Tim Eyes will always remain.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC