#wrap
I hate to say it but
I am not hiding anything glamorous
under this skin.
Under this skin,
I am stretched thin,
held together by saran wrap
trying to contain what I will never know how to say.
Yet, it still shows.
I am exhausted,
tired of being a mosaic of fingerprints,
no two the same.
I am tired of being the place someone stops,
on their quest for more.
Just for once,
I want to be chosen for me,
I want to be seen as the direction,
not the detour taken along the way.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 8:27 AM UTC
tired old ripped up rope,
shedding shredding,
interwoven from
worn~warnings, that
do not hint!
but volume speak,
of a lifetime well used,
the two ends, no longer straightforward,
now stretched, misshapen, countless uses,
left squiggly serpentine, from knots left tied
for~far too long, till they cannot be returned,
to a youthful vigor
them my lifelines;
that stretch from the Atlantic to Pacific
upon my new york hands, right & left,
end to nearing endings, do not hint at
stories untold, geezers, happy to reveal
their tiredness’s are denied a golden oldie
status, just a wind-ed wind-up doll winding
down, coiled-springs uncurling, decoiling…
tensions releasing…
this is the way of the poet,
the words no longer
streaming on demand,
they blip, scurry, a side dent,
glancing, like a windshield hit,
here and gone,
before a napkin secured,
a nearly dried out Bic
secured to scratch remnants
of a phrase spectacular,
end up crumpled, buried,
predeceased in a pocket of an-old fav, a Harris Tweed sport jacket, nurtured
over the years, the faint haze odor
stink of when he
smoked, a couple of
decades long ago…
he rambles,
like that rope end unraveling,
he is was a poet of the way,
for this the way of signing off,
intermittent coughing fits,
the nervous glances of strangers
as he pretends to sashay across Broadway when the light is flash down ten seconds to cross the width of Eighty Feet,
on that old American Indian path
that stretches from the tip of Manhattan Isle
to the Capitol of corruption, Albany, 150 miles…
you see,
poets garner knowledge,
then drip
drops drabs in simile and
metaphors, for this poem
is just the unraveling of a poet
who has,
worn out his welcome,
and smirks/winces
notionally, a long way
to say, the poets has
lost his own way,
now untied, untitled,
unentiteled,
and that’s a
wrap…
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 7:52 AM UTC
I am intoxicated by you.
The smell of your clothing,
The taste of your lips,
The feel of your hair,
The structure of your face,
Everything about you
Overwhelms my senses
And makes me
Pull you in tighter
And bring you in close.
I cannot stop
Wrapping myself in
Your arms.
You intoxicate me.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC
#*Timely wrapped
To make a word wrap
Saves a thought
From a word drought
Survival from the swamp
No word ever goes damp*#
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 3:23 PM UTC
I feel entrapped
in this shell
wrapping me around
It covers
- envelops -
every part of me;
But, inside
I still
Shiver.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 6:40 PM UTC
Saw it unfold before my very eyes
But it happened too quickly for me to wrap my life back up into the neat little box it was packed in
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 5:10 AM UTC
When the eternal night
once again wraps up the sun
the Moon opens the window
to the forever countless stars!
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
In the light, we laugh
under the moon, we gleam.
lying on the dry grass
of an unknown field.
we talk about how
on a cold mountain
one day,
we'll wrap our arms
around each other
humming the songs
of our summery dreams.
_PrernaK
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
writing comes like lightning
I'm fighting this writing
tired of wanting to explain things out
I feel more like im drowning
cause knowing you aren't all right
got me staying up every night .
its night out, all alone out
tryna block these thoughts out
pause the flashback of the last call we had
the feelings that flowed out
your heart out to reveal
hit me like lightening
some sort of frightening beauty
it has me sinking
not knowing how I should be thinking
ive wanted this for a long while now ,
and not ever receiving was little pleasing
so excuse me for shrieking
this apology wasn't anything I thought id be getting
you've made me drown more than known
sinking further in a world of fucken dumb love
you are what I hate when I love , love when I hate
does that even make sense
you make me be better then okay
not many are lucky to say
I know you don't believe me
but it is your world, im lucky to be living in it
your world and lucky I had a chance to be in it.
year gone now I don't know what to say
im not better off , im a disaster since we fell off
life just feels wrong and its taking me on
im trying to stay strong
wish you would only call
then I could keep on
not move on cause I hold onto your flame strong
I know its dumb
but ima be here even if it takes forver long
cause I meant it when I said
ill always be here
even not near
you got me on my feet
can even be a buttdial without a speak
youll have me at my peak
quick away from weak
just think
you could assist me from this lightning steak
cause im almost knocked out off my feet
waiting to take leave
if we never get to speak
so please
message me when you read
and tell me I better chill before you leave
or you know what I mean at least
lates
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
cosy sleep under wraps,
listening rain’s symphony;
life in half a dream!
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
I once
assembled a
joint with
tourniquet in
a flash
that caper
with anesthetic
there still
struck awhile
in fiasco
when dovetail
would matter
with adhesive
that shined
this local
area with
avocado mince
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
With Thee… by Jessie 7/05
Close thy eyes and touch me with tender thoughts
Wrap thy mind around the visions
Hold close these translucent images to thy beating heart
Carry them into eternity, where they will settle firmly.
Cast across the land
Look back to where the seed was sewn
Where the fertile ground safely harbored
Now look at thee and question never
For in thy own eyes you will see the reflected truth
In thy own heart the temped beat will increase,
Until it roars with passion
Trust thy senses for they are sharp
Feel my presents as the essence of my spirit penetrates your superfluous thoughts
I am with thee; I am with thee, now and forever
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
Dear Suicide,
Please wrap me up in your warmth,
breathe your breath into mine,
fill me with a love I can never forget.
Please take me away,
hold my sorrows.
I'll hold yours too.
But only as much as I can bare,
you are much stronger.
Please wrap me tighter til I suffocate in your love,
don't let me go.
I do not want life.
I want your death,
sweet soothing darkness.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
Amazing, curve of an arm,
wave of a hand speed breaking
over the stretch marks on lower back
feeling the lines like the habit
of taking corners of clothes and sheets
pressing in between the gaps
of two fingers, a pleasure
no one else ever even sees.
Wrap of an arm, making the back
and front the ancient interior China,
the arm, the great wall of China,
protecting from sadness
and occasional loneliness.
Curve of the legs fitting the other
like they were two rods under thermal stress.
The vastness of the *** comforting the lack
of it on most days, when my body hair
is as natural to you as blinking,
I miss how two bodies become void
In the shape of night’s silence, the arc
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
You tip toe
I'm a steel toe steppin' hard
Gonna crush your piggies
You'll not limp far
I'll get the pickle jar
Preserve this moment
Turn in your rep card
Membership revoked
Just another Joe
Go play with those *******
You're a weak man
Basic for *******
Slave to the substances
Abuse the gifts
Treasure the highs
Get off your lows
Blow smoke
Up hoes
Rake in those pennies,
Get to work
Maybe then
You'll collect
And you'll
Fare well...
APAD16 - 018 © okpoet
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC
If you could wrap me up in your arms every night
Then maybe
Just maybe
Everything would be alright.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
I'm just another angry kid to you,
I'm just another kid whose problems
Are just meaningless
In the reality of things.
I'm just another angry kid to you,
I'm just another kid whose problems
Are wrapped around me,
In the tightest shell I could create.
I'm just another angry kid to you.
My problems are worthless.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
I wished to keep your fragile beauty
Static never to shatter moulded perfection
In stillness was your form suited most.
I kept you safe entombed in bubble wrap,
You had breathed before, but your exhales
Did fill the spaces that keep beauty frozen.
I will never let your allure depart even
Though, thought wasn't in your control
Anymore, I am your saviour forever more.
I cant resist the urges to look upon my
Figurine, a first edition, beauty now sealed.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
They were so wrapped up in themselves all the time
That they wasted away their lives,
But their toppling equilibriums then settled in unison
And they caught each other's eyes.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
If you want one last piece of advice, here it is. When you think life ***** too much, wrap yourself in stories. Don't disillusion yourself with lies about your own life and try to warp reality because you cannot. But wrap yourself up in the stories of others, other times, and other lands. Just don't become so obsessed with them like I have. Don't begin to prefer them to your life all the time because that will only worsen your life and make you forget that you have your own stories to create and adventures to go on.
-L.B.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
If you had
Only one calendar
And one ornament for your Christmas tree
Would you
Count each day before Christmas
Or just
Open it today?
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
You are an envelope
I am pen
I am paper
I am words
I am a letter
I want you to write
I want sweet words
Now fold me
Put me inside you
I want you to wrap me
In your envelope
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC