#ribbon
i wear your bruises so proudly
i want them to know i was touched
i want them to know i was loved
not just a stock of bones
iron ******* an empty throne
do you smoke out my memory
i wish i could tunnel deep
somewhere i can rest safely
knowing you can’t outrun me
your heartbeat rings in my ears
my diagnosis becomes severe
i can’t stay here, lay here
i get my runners on and walk until i slump
dump my dainty self into another way to get lost
lose and find myself with the help of rosé
my headache remains the next day
pounding in my brain
the memories reframe my gun’s face
shoot me, release it all
i can handle it, i need the sum
every word you didn’t string
i need the ribbon’s constriction
i miss your flowery diction
it would **** you but i pray for the bee sting
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
tie me up
my insides in knots
how can i tell what is real
and what is not?
my anxiety tightens the bow,
now struggling to breathe
my heart beats fast
and i begin to seethe
the pain of worry
lies deep inside
lacing me up
i've been tied.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 4:25 PM UTC
to choose the forest is to be
lost, and lost in the trees
guided by stars, not to a journey
but turning to some place worth exploring
you loved life with your being
and passed the forest for its trees;
the string of red ribbons happens to be
constellations within the captive sea
but lost you were with your own
itself ripped apart of definition
looking back, its love brings you
back to its original destination
though their signposts lead to more obstacles
and landmarks fetter into miserable,
its fractures into a blissful wonder
in place of stars for faded luster
Apr 21, 2024
Apr 21, 2024 at 11:02 AM UTC
I've had a hole
growing in
my stomach for
days.
Butterflies are
wrapped up
in the ribbon
in your
tapes, and
they come inside
and tie
confused
little knots around
my bones.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC
*She was honored
for her passion.*
*She was known
for having a
sense of fashion.*
*A lady who had
a perfect vision
of swirling ribbons
that could hang
upon a tree.*
*Which is why
she was full of
zeal and glee.*
*Through the ruby-reds
and the jet-blacks
she sets them
in multiple stacks.*
*She can't help, but
make the ribbons
start with red
then add a pop of
gold.*
*One day, she found
her first true love
and he gave her
a rose.*
*Her lover
noticed her obsession
for ribbons were
getting outlandish
and old.*
*She later
became famous
after she left
her lover over
her irreplaceable
ribbons.*
*After all
it was always
her passion
that keeps
her drivin.*
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
Bandeau effortlessly draped
over her physique.
I wanted to open my gift.
As the sash descended,
she bit her lip.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
A twirl of blue satin tugged between your fingers
Twining hard trying to keep it intact
Crossing over, squeezing under and pulling out
Learning to make your first knot
Finding bliss in a tangled ribbon
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 3:14 AM UTC
It’s like a drug
-except that it doesn’t come in a little orange box
Or in the shape of a little white pill,
But rather through a shiny, sleek, sharp blade
That grazes over your skin
Just like a red ribbon swaying in the wind.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
Above the passing clouds the stars were moving..
As they would pass by they would sometimes split and travel to another dream..
We were watching this from my Grandmothers backyard in the past..
The night was cool and the grass was soft with a touch almost as cold as rain..
The stars became lights on a massive vessel that passed by in the past of my dreams..
My Dog Prince then came to me..
He has been dead for 24 years..
But he was there laying beside me in the cool dream grass..
The star vessel had no sound..
It was almost as if it was floating by like a massive balloon..
The ship left behind a streak of glowing rainbow ribbon in the night sky..
It slowly faded away into the now starless black sky..
My dog Prince was gone too..
I was now in the present awake in my bed...
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
she is your silken stream of thought
a delicate knot braided firmly
around your side
never to be united
"she was made from your rib"
"she was made from your rib"
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
Flesh is stripped away in grisly ribbons,
It wraps around their mouths— suffocating.
Twisted into the red string of fate,
It ties stone crosses
To the backs of martyrs,
And crowns their skulls with poppies.
Still, the rook will crow,
And thick blood runs in opaque veils
Down the innocent’s face.
The ribbon floats back home,
Washed up on English rocks,
Where the lover, the friend, and the family member,
Allow it to curl around their littlest finger.
Their tears join the sea.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
What happened?
To that fragile moment we held tight in our heats?
Red glorious ribbons of Fate.
The quiet comfort of long nights
Pulled apart, worn by age,
In which we talked.
They lie dirtied on the ground.
Till Dawn whispered to the stars,
As they left, her tears washed it all away.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
I was tied like a ribbon.
Tied to a silver coin
I followed it everywhere
It was survival
They tell you to do what you love,
But who is financing my dreams?
I only see one decision.
The silver coin.
The ribbon slowly tightening
Around my neck,
Starting to choke the choices
Out of me.
They tell you to do what you love,
But they only mean
The dreams that collect silver coins.
The dreams that fix massive dept.
So what am I to do?
My dusty pockets
And love of art
Leaving me at a crossroad.
I wish for a different world.
Where achieving your dreams
Wasn't a fantasy,
And I could paint words for a lifetime.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
Predatory traces remain amongst the spread soot
The ashes that bore the incentive of a smile
A lonely ribbon flew along the scene - it was caught;
Grasped by the canids of a desperate pastime.
"Papa, can you hear me?"
"I will be holding the candles today"
"You have returned at last..."
"... but why did you leave again?"
Muffled screams, stinging pain, faint echoing of what remains,
The vitality that lingered in the sun,
Disappeared, in its stern gleam.
Trails of anguish resonate through the field, a grand feast
Clotted tufts, sent with grief, are held and spread over the field
My dearest father,
When the light shone down and revealed its deceit,
A realm that struck me headfirst, belittling me,
As you dance with the wind, I cry for an eternity.
The hounds of decay sing a melody, so daunting, intimidating tones
In deafening ecstasy, the games the shepherds play,
The ceasing of a prosperous juvenescence, killing feisty innocence.
In a loud cascade, the scenery deteriorates
Lush wisps of fire, dulled petals flourish in the wind
Dim embers, odoriferous leaves that dwindle amongst the feet
In anger they remained at the efflorescent poppies
The putrid grave that yielded
The warmth of the snow felt enticing, exciting
The numbed senses within the blank slate.
"I will be home tonight"
"Crying in the darkness"
"For my dearest smile..."
"... exists no more."
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
I have a red ribbon.
I like my red ribbon.
It’s tied in knots.
I’ve never been good at making bows.
It’s a nice color red.
It’s a pretty ribbon.
It’s my ribbon.
I don’t want to share my ribbon.
My ribbon keeps me safe.
My ribbon says “no don’t do that today.”
I listen to my ribbon.
My ribbon is hidden.
No one else knows it’s there.
But i know.
And my ribbon knows.
And that’s all who needs to know.
Someone might think it’s weird.
That i have my red ribbon.
And that my red ribbon has me.
But as long as i wear short sleeves no one should see.
My red ribbon goes across my red scars.
But my red scars are not pretty.
Not like my red ribbon.
I’d rather have my pretty red ribbon than my not-so-pretty red scars.
I like looking at my ribbon.
I like admiring it.
My red ribbon is all mine.
And it helps me to be good.
I always make sure my red ribbon is in the right place.
I don’t want anyone to see and take my red ribbon away from me.
My red ribbon and i like each other.
We keep each other semi-sane.
My red ribbon makes me calm.
It squeezes just enough to put my mind at ease,
Without actually hurting me.
It’s like a friendly squeeze.
That says “I’m all you need, and I’m here.”
And it makes me feel safe sane and sound.
Without my red ribbon I’d be lost until it was found.
I like my red ribbon.
My red ribbon looks like a pretty scar.
And it squeezes instead of stinging.
My red ribbon likes me.
I tie it up in cute little knots.
And give it a place to stay.
Instead of being forgotten in the trash.
I need my red ribbon.
My red ribbon needs me.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
Captured by a fence,
carried by the wind.
Helpless yet steadfast.
Strong yet graceful.
Almost billowing like a flag.
Celebrating triumph
amidst a sea of losses and destruction.
A stark reminder of what used to belong.
Of better times where colours were abundant.
And people loved better...
This crimson red...
Now only flails,
hard as it can afford.
Entangled by a lone barb.
Caught firmly in place but
forever fighting the oppressor that holds.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 6:47 AM UTC
In between slurred words and short pauses, I tried to explain myself. Gravitating to telling the same story all over again.
A tale of how I said those words in vain, only to never have them last me pain. I prayed every time to be soaked by the city lights, to let me drench by the drizzling skies.
Every street light has a story of someone fuelled by never ending fury. Let me add one more tale to be written about a princess who failed, the one who bowed down and never prevailed.
'Her words are heard, not echoing wild in the void, her tale waiting patiently by the sidelines, yet to be told.'
My words fell upon deaf ears, silently understood by someone after years. The tear drops had disappeared from my crow's feet, I longed for the one who could make my heart take fleet.
'Long together with me, for the path seems long. Find solace in knowing there's company.'
This was an unfamiliar territory even for me. I only dreamt of what it would feel like when it drew near. My eyes saw reality for the first time, I didn't know what was to be said that would make our hearts rhyme. Should I straighten out my face, hide the crow's feet and learn to please? Now that I dint long for company, how does one keep the tease?
On a night among the trees, when you and I once meet, with drink and plants your mother nurtures, we'll talk some about some, and more...
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
Let me fly toward the horizon,
where the night lies down on the sea
and the mountains wrinkle the sky,
where the dreams assemble
and the boundaries fade in the wind.
I'll alight on that thin ribbon,
precariously balanced
between myself and the infinite,
my eyes slivers of blue,
clouds my wings.
And to hold me,
only the rhythmic, unceasing beat of my heart.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
Tie up a ribbon
Make sure it stays
Tugging it tight
Make sure it's strong and intact
Tied up a ribbon
Hoping it stays
Tugging it again
Strengthening its hold
Tied up a ribbon
But it is starting to come loose
It's untying itself
It's coming down
Tied up a ribbon
Made it so pretty
It looked beautiful
But it has loosen
And it is gone
Even if
I were to tie it up again
*Will you stay?*
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
Soft, Feminie Touch remaining
So Certain are these Hands
that Reach and Light
in this Embrace of one so Loved
Whispering Secrets
Shared together by
An Adoration Spoken without Words
That I feel you is a Pleasure Beyond
Being
Reason Unbound
Chasms Pleasure
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
a ribbon of fire
a curl of lace
and your eyes swimming
in the fishbowl
of my heart
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
I see a ribbon dancing
When I close my eyes
I wonder at its purpose;
Too soon the image dies
Might it thread through silken hair,
Or adorn an elegant frock?
Lace a dainty slipper,
Or flaunt a shiny rock?
Ah, I see it clear--
The purpose of this band
'tis meant to be a noose
To still this heart and hand.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC