#wash
The blood on my hands has begun to dry,
Along with my eyes, no more tears to cry.
I did what I did, I don’t regret their demise,
So why do I feel so conflicted inside?
I go into the bathroom and walk to the sink.
I pour myself a cup and take a small drink.
While deep inside, I’m boiling to the brink.
And if I don’t let it out, I’m destined to sink.
I look in the mirror, and all I see,
Are two eyes freezing cold.
I don’t remember who’s staring back at me,
I’m still not used to this mold.
I used to be a coward,
My will to speak overpowered.
While everyone around spoke so loud,
I’d sit at my desk and not make a sound.
But I made a vow to speak louder,
No longer will I be a coward.
I’ll say what I mean and mean what I say,
I’ll be a good man to my dying days.
I’ll find my hill and make my stand,
Holding on tight with my bloodied hands.
I stare into my two cold eyes,
My guise overwhelming my surprise.
I wash the blood off my hands.
I hope this was worth it in the end.
Since it takes a lot to change an identity,
I gaze in the mirror at the new me.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 7:33 PM UTC
~'From the Halls of Inspiration'~
****
This guy won't give me a break!
Every message,
Gives me pause,
When you are on hold, when you're my old,
Cripes, it ain't nice,
Got these new poems swirling, overlapping in a well rested head,
Partially born fetuses, puppy squeaking, demanding momma's milk,
Insistent, like puppies who refuse to cease from licking, nibbling your
Noses & Toes,
Along comes the greatest almost comical line I've ever reen
(read & seen)
And don't mind sharing with you folk,
A STELLAR INSIGHT,
Poems are dragged, kicking and screaming, slimy covered in
Amniotic fluid thick creamery.
BETTER WASH YOUR HANDS, YOUR BRAINS,
Lest them new poems keep on keepin' on
And somewhere a tinny voice screeches,
More Coffee Ma!
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 7:44 AM UTC
It is a rainy day
I walk
It washes away my fear,
I feel I am letting go.
It is a rainy day
I feel my worries
Wash away from my face,
My wrinkles are being erased.
It is a rainy day
I know
Healing takes time,
But time heals the deepest wounds.
It is a rainy day,
It is dark
But I feel a spark of light
In my heart.
It is a rainy day
And I know
How hard it has been to let go.
Now I heal
As the rain washes my wounds away.
I heal as the rain pours down on me.
Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 4:27 AM UTC
I’m certain that by now
The windows are all steamed.
There could be dust on my towel
But I sit here picking at my own seams.
The soap bottle is lying on the side
Watching with hatred from its huddle
As I stare at my hands and try to hide
My stomach with flannels and bubbles.
I squash the buds between my fingers
While hair clings to the skin of my back.
I scrub at the writing that still lingers
Faded to blue from black.
I remember only ink and tingling
And you smiling against a classroom blur
Our hands entwined, my concentration dwindling,
Who knows in what world we were?
I’m just scrubbing veins now the pen has gone.
I wonder why you even let me exist
In your world. Tell me, am I withered and worn?
If you kissed me- Ha would you ever kiss this?
I can still feel the ink prints etched into my skin.
Will they ever fade away?
No; the phantoms in the water always win
And I can’t help but listen to everything they say.
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 5:37 PM UTC
let it wash us away
like the floods of the new age
**** all the mistakes
leave only perfection
all true honesties
that leave their residues of purity
right down the leg
of each other
your body cries
tears of merriment
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 6:25 PM UTC
I left to wash my hands today
And rid myself of the sun’s cruel rays
I walked into the strongest waves
No one saw, so I couldn’t be saved
The water rose up from my knees
Until it began to fill my cheeks
Salt in my lungs, I couldn’t breathe
And by then at last my hands were clean
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 6:25 PM UTC
Everybody's learning how to wash their hands now,
C'mon baby do the Covid Motion
It's about as easy as a certain dance now
C'mon baby, do the Covid Motion
My little baby sister can do it with ease
It's easier than learning your A B C's
So c'mon, c'mon, do the Covid Motion with me
(chorus)
You scrub your finger tips, c'mon baby
Now front, now back
Well now I think you got the knack...whoa whoa
Remember when you do it, leave some space now
C'mon baby do the Covid Motion
And you must make certain you don't touch your face now
C'mon baby do the Covid Motion
Wash for twenty seconds babe, that's all you'll need
Some soap, and water and I know you'll succeed
So come on, come on, do the Covid Motion with me
(Interlude)
Yeah yeah yeah, do the Covid Motion
C'mon baby do the Covid Motion
When you wash your hands, it's the Covid Motion
Standing still and dancing like the locomotion
It's the way to do it, just listen to me
Do the Covid Motion now 1-2-3
So c'mon , c'mon and do the Covid Motion with me
chorus
C'mon baby do the Covid Motion
C'mon baby do the Covid Motion
C'mon baby do the Covid Motion
C'mon baby do the Locomotion
fade out
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
Come here kids and listen
We're gonna play a game
It's just like tag, a little
And Covid is it's name
The whole wide world is playing
It's a simple game to play
Everyone has cooties
The idea is stay away
The game has no time limit
It may last a month or more
You can win it if you listen
That's what this poem is for
You don't want the cooties
You don't want to be it
The idea is keep your distance
This game may take a bit
One way to block the cooties
From getting in your space
Wash your hands like we do
And do not touch your face
You don't know who has cooties
Who is it and who is not
So, stay close like we tell you
And then you won't get caught
This game is really something
I'll tell you when it's done
Just follow my instructions
And we'll keep on having fun
So, one, two, three...we're playing
Don't let the cooties in your space
Wash your hands like I do
And do not touch your face
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 8:53 PM UTC
My life's in your hands
You believe what you will
choosing freedom and riches
Your hands not mine to wash
My life's in your hands
Born as servant, sold as slave
Gifted prisoner, unseen, unknown
My life not mine to choose
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
I wake up to sweet, beautiful rain
I stick my head out the door and feel the coolness drip over my face
I stick my hands out and long for them to be washed by this water from heaven
Wash over me, rain
Wash over me, water
Wash me clean
I hear the voice of the Living Water
I have already made you clean
You are forgiven
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 9:21 AM UTC
Some guy eats a ****** bat
do dah do dah
All I say is "fancy that"
all the do dah day
keep your distance, give me space
do dah do dah
remember do not touch your face
all the do dah day
wash your hands all night
wash your hands all day
wash your hands and wash them right
and you wil be ok.
keep your groupings under ten,
do dah do day
that goes for women and for men
all the do dah day
stay inside and don't go out
do dah do dah
the virus is all round about
all the do dah day
wash your hands all night
wash your hands all day
wash your hands and wash them right
and you wil be ok.
toilet paper's hard to find
do dah do dah
some folks have just lost their mind
all the do dah day
buying everything in sight
do dah do dah
i've got to say that isn't right
all the do dah day
wash your hands all night
wash your hands all day
twash your hands and wash them right
and you wil be ok.
if we all play by the rules
do dah do dah
and quit acting like ****** fools
all the do dah day
this will pass i promise you
do dah do dah
do what the doctors tell you to
all the do dah day
wash your hands all night
wash your hands all day
wash your hands and wash them right
and you wil be ok.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
No matter how much water/steriliser you pour you can't wash away the feelings!
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 5:20 PM UTC
I stood inside watching the rain outside
I stood there and looked up at the sky,
I watched as the rain fell silently
I kept waiting for it to change
I kept waiting for it to change me
For it to wash away something deep inside
I wanted it to wash away this virus from deep inside this earth.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC
I’m living, because the choice
of life was in hands of hands not long washed.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
Warmer or colder - that don't matter
Get your hands wet with clean running water
Now apply soap - liquid or tablet
Lather it up, both the front and the back
Between all the fingers, don't forget thumbs
Under the nails, there there be bugs
Carry on scrubbing, at least 20 seconds
Sing happy birthday, twice for good measure
Now for the rinse, with clean, running water
And once you have dried, you're a true virus fighter.
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC
small raindrops fell
smelling fresh and pure
as they washed away
the worlds sins
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
sometimes I wish I could wipe the identity off of my face
throw away the picture and buy a new frame
but instead I wash my face only to reveal a more concentrated version of me
I used to know who I was
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
Opposite my apartment is a masjid and adjacent to it is a hospital,
My home is where I live my life,
The hospital is where due to my sickness I pay and wash my sins,
The masjid is where I go to repent and collect good deeds needed for my hereafter.
23/4/2019
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
I wash my hands,
And wring them dry,
Watching my worries,
Disappear with the grey water,
Down the plughole of life.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
My rhymes, they chime.
The truth between the lines.
My time, short lived.
Inside of my mind;
I’m grime.
I want my scrubbing bubbles-
My troubles always double when you
Try to wash me away.
And I, will always stay.
An ancient crime of whine
I shall present to you.
But what would it matter?
You always play the victim of abuse,
And misuse.
You dilute the minute
Necessities you think you don’t need.
But when they’re gone,
You find it hard to breathe.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
She liked the taste
of cheese...
But yours tasted off,
as she gagged..
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
I swim in your ocean,
but I always taste fish.
The ocean needs a wash.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC