#satin
spikes and chains
i enjoy the pain
frilly lace
and satin space
you’ve got quite a pretty face
especially when it twists into a scowl
when you put me in my place
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
I put in my time and I paid the price,
I gained the honour to be your personal sacrifice.
I traded my last breath for your new beginning,
it wasn’t the alter I envisioned, but I still consider this winning.
I swear every single word up and down,
it was voluntary; you didn’t need to trap me.
You know I’d crush my structure to resist your frown,
and I’ll give anything to know I played a roll in making you happy.
I spoke the oath now do the deed,
to help your growth you know I’d bleed.
I swapped my last day for the first in your new life,
I apologize for bleeding while suggesting a better way for you to hold the knife.
I demolished my own walls for you to see open doors,
I’ll remain motionless, no need to strap me.
I always promised you that I’d gladly give my life for yours,
it would be worth it knowing I played a part in making you happy.
I reject my last rights and deny my last meal,
I ponder an anaesthetic but choose instead to feel.
And if you were to offer me a chance to leave and run,
I’d suggest the most dangerous game but I don’t have a gun.
Some would call me a down right fool,
and supportive well wishers would tell me I hold more worth than this.
But to assist in your desired creation; I’d be canvas, supply or tool,
to be responsible for that smile is the only thing that’s priceless.
After it all I’m reduced to dust and bone,
you’ll keep going on and I’m now put to rest.
But you know deep down you’re never alone,
you’ll still carry my heartbeat within your chest.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
Your words create vivid imagery
Making the prelude of a conscious mind
Pensive in doubt traveling a circular journey
But, the poem is just an autobiography
Of how I am so lonely
In front of my inner child
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC
imagine black satin and lace
imagine slowing the pace
and taking your time
imagine feeling her curves
imagine stealing her nerve
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
Perhaps it was that champagne five-o’clock light slanting through our glass walls,
golden-warm like honey we licked straight from hive
Yes, perhaps it was those low, sun-softened shadows,
that silky honey-light dribbling lazily through our window
glazing my corneas
blurring my vision
and the lines I drew between us
Our honey-dipped conversation flowed smoothly,
the summer bleached hairs on the back of my neck swayed in tandem to our words
and your fingers
as they worked loose the knots in the sinew
cocooning my spine
Perhaps that is why those words –
so viscous in the twelve o’clock light
that they almost choke me
as I try to regurgitate them –
flowed up my windpipe
Smoothly
as warm honey drips
from the edge of a
butterknife
Or
Perhaps it was the rosé
painted across your cheeks
like sincerity
Or the way those crushed velvet fingertips
painted my cheeks to match yours
and pressed my eyelids
shut
Do not blame me
for the honey pooling at the corners of my lips
for the wine stains on my cheeks
Do not forget it was you
who fed me honey
who intoxicated me with colours of the eight o’clock sunset
who wrapped me in velvet
who bid the sun linger awhile longer
in my sky
Do not forget
the words I said
were words you gave me
Do not blame me
when they spill from the edges of my mouth
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
my afflictions are like black satin
wrapped and tied up
all over my body
to where i'm unable to move.
it's uncomfortable, yes,
yet makes me feel somewhat
luxurious.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
You gave me what I wanted.
Then you left me in the dark.
You played me for a fool.
But that wasn't the end.
That was only the beginning.
I sat there and watched you.
You play the game of give-and-take.
But now I found somebody new. Someone who won't hurt me like you.
No more you and no more me.
The us we used to be is gone.
My tears have cried their last.
No more pain and sorrow from you.
No more hurt No More cuts.
I have found a new and they love me.
Me for me.
And know one else.
This is my happy ending.
This is my story.
Of my life after you.
I Will Survive.
Because I know better days are to come.
Because I have found thee.
The one who died for me.
I found Jesus just in the nick of time.
He saved me from you.
Saved me from your evil hands.
Saved me from your lustering light.
Satan be gone.
Live me to be please.
This I bege of you.
Because hay.
I once was confused but that's no more. Because I found an everlasting Love.
I found one who means more.
I found Christ a never ending love.
And God has my back.
Now and forever.
Amen.
The end...
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
You look like a light-colored satin
Stars f
a
l
l on your caramel hair
Your laureate crown is permanent
You walk fast as a local feline
L'Empereur far from his throne
You look disoriented
You look tired
It's nightfalling
Resolution parts
The moon shines
Gold minds
Lace L'étoile
Jeune ace
Shiny sleeves
I go through a mirror
You're sitting in there
I hide carefully
Not to be alert
I have found myself again
Dreaming of you inside
The reflection of your mirror
At night my opal
sleeves are made of satin.
- Codelandandmore// 6:00 PM ©
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
My heart made out of glasswool,
Like a poisonous rose
its soft but you are going to cut yourself
when you get too close
My soul minimalistic,
Neo-geo art piece but in an unnatural pose
you really going to hurt yourself
when you get too close
Some people dont suffer,
We really pity those
They dont have the scars of life
They never came too close
We both came too close
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
I have developed a twitch in my body-brain.
It jerks at my organs and my violet thoughts.
I can control it to make it work,
Use it to dance on your rusted metal cogs.
It's like a spinning tree,
With interwinding pine cones of
Gold that hang from satin branches
He is perched up there again!
Tall and proud.
Not a bird like other animals.
Not an animal like other animals.
I know your most shameful thoughts,
Let me tease out the guilt and despair
Pull it out in worm string from your
Bloodied Guts,
Your gilded towers where you lock them away
Shame on you.
Bell chimes three times: Death call
But blue tears still cling like sharp thorns to brassy plumage
plumes plumes plumes
Frère Jaques, Frère Jaques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Slumber not next to the satin tree,
Layered under the shrieks of your old loves
Where they suffer timeless tortures that make your tongue
Taste like fish feed.
Poppy breathed inside his beak-jaw, mongrel!
White faeces stain the satin branches again.
Bloodied, bloodied, bloodied.
Pandora makes you bleed
White faeces.
Leech, your brain is a leech-vampire.
White faeces.
Quick, walk around the tree three times in clockwise motions,
Not like a tick-tock more like the flap of a wing.
Do not forget the tear ink,
Her tears were ink,
they were ink,
ink, ink, ink.
Sink into the poppy field!
Churn in your toxic nutrition
Choke on your reflux
Do not taste.
Do not see.
Do not smell.
Do not touch.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
A new pilgrimage takes place
A new solid rock
I'm not very prolific
But my friend's a clock
I tried to let you down
I was magnificent
Nothing tastes like satin or silk cause
All I have is lace
Now my apples are sour
And I'm missing a flower
But at least I've got the stem
It's fire in the kiln
Liquor store of alcohol
Lead me to die on the wall
Another unimportant speck of carbon
All he is
Is sobbin'
Let the fruit of the garden
Polish your life
Won't you just trust the warning
Please, please pardon
If I'm a little boring
My friend Dave
And My brother Davey
Both went to Navy
Both died trying to save me
If you think you know me then
Listen to the birds
They will tell you everything
That I can't with words
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
The Lady in Red Satin sits before me,
Asks me, “Dear, how long is it going to be?
Before I lock lips with you in eternal glee,
And we run away from this place, wild and free? ”
Her lips are sure luscious, as juicy as can be,
But I keep my restraint and tell her, “Not now Honey,
Because this place is so beautiful, it has lots that I haven’t seen,
I have dreams too to reach, can’t you just see? ”
She frowns at this, says, “I’ve been waiting for long,
For a kiss from you, from the day you were born.
I’ve been with you, my dear, all through your life,
All through your strives, like a faithful wife”
“I know that, my dear, don’t you worry”, I say,
“I’ll come to your arms, and sleep in it one day.
But for now, the only thing I can say,
Is that, I have dreams to reach, that I cannot cast away.'
I stop talking to her and resume chasing my dreams,
This lady is impatient; she can’t wait for long it seems,
So I treat each day, as if it were my only day,
Because, this lady named Death, could kiss me any day
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
she was wearing soft red lips
and blue eyes as deep as the ocean
and a shirt that read “THIS WILL DESTROY YOU”
and you should’ve known then but it was already too late
too late
too late
and you were already moving, already in motion
she made her darkness shine like gold.
she was wrapped in silk and satin
that would have burned you if you tried to touch
and she was sitting by a window
waiting for you.
she wanted to keep her sadness close
and her vastness open.
she didn’t understand what it meant to be the moon
and you should’ve known then but it was already too late
and you were already moving.
she was a wolf, she said
and her knowledge could eat you
alive.
you, on the other hand
have always been a deer.
she spoke with a voice of lush and luxury
and wore her jacket over her shoulders
on the first day of spring.
her enigma was thrilling
and she scared you
almost to death
but not enough to make you leave.
she had hands of ice
and the breath of heartbreak.
she still remembered how to laugh
however cynical.
she was just as lost and dismembered as anyone else
but knew how to hide it
among sharpened knives
and glasses of red wine.
she loved the thought of drowning
but yearned to be saved
and asked you for help.
she let you in
but she was a self-proclaimed goddess
with secrets deeper
than your lungs.
she was water
and you have always been air
and you should’ve known then but it was already too late
and you were already moving.
the whole time you moved within one word
and that word carried you to places she never could:
chance.
she tried to warn you
she knew she couldn’t be the person you loved
yet somehow you still did
somehow you still did
(she) did still you, somehow
somehow you still did.
it was already too late
late too, already, was it?
it was already too late.
before you even met her
before you even saw her turn around in that coffee shop
before her smile
before her accent reached your ears
before your arms touched
before she read her writing to you
before she opened
before she placed her hand on your back
before you watched her walk away down the dark city street for the first and last time
before you met the body behind the screen, you did
you loved the words.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Love is just a red
satin sheet, blinding our view
of what’s underneath.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC