#wrist
I wrote your name on my wrist,
All the things that we have lost,
I hated seeing you like this,
Depression gone, but at what cost?
I wrote your name on my wrist,
Only to slice right through,
You were on top of the list
Yet you never had a clue.
I wrote your name on my wrist,
Knowing it wouldn't last,
But i rewrite it sometimes,
Not letting go of the past.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
The hour is an uneasy,
the hour is exasperated,
it paces from one room to another,
taking great strides
to pull me by the wrist
and take me straight to bed.
Not yet,
give me a second a said.
I thirst for a swig
of what this bar has to offer.
Neat! The hour is impatient,
no chance for me to relish
growing old,
no way to feel my insides glycate,
it wants time back,
this itching hour.
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 12:13 AM UTC
Soft and intimate
your lips brush the inside of my wrist.
The jump of my pulse
shows you've been missed.
Its moments like this
relaxing in the afternoon sun
with your sweet lips
I come undone.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 11:21 AM UTC
her teeth chattered
as the frigid wind
surrounded her.
he traced her wrists,
then held her hands.
her teeth fell silent
as his eyes met hers.
in that moment,
she knew he would stay
even during the winter.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 9:23 PM UTC
If she's not worth the blood,
then why bleed?
stop cutting your wrist
because of a love that wasn't even true.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 4:33 AM UTC
Quick hands and light fingers,
trace the dips in my collar bone
and skip stones down my spine.
Touches burned into my skin,
like the scars left on my heart
and on my wrists.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
Everything on my wrist is real,
the scares from my youth
to the stitches cut out of me on the street.
But none of you will cut me further than
I fell in the past, I rose up..
And now my heads up high..
You'll never put this fire out, the smoke
smoothing you..
Getting closer to the ground so my words
don't suffocate you.
but my foot greets your words cos that's where
your words had worth on the ground.
The audacity that you could even raise above,
to think that you ever had a cut
that was deeper than I'd self-inflicted.
I'll stand under the lamp posts in the dark,
easy target, but I'll see you coming.
Thinking I'm alone, but I have friends in the dark.
you never had no moment to rise,
you got swallowed in the dark.
Tied to a chair, coldness held to a temple
that you never prayed to, but you wish you had now..
You walk out a new man, respecting that
I'm the fire and the smoke,
and if you want to breath
you better **** the ground and make
sure your words stay down.
I'm in the light
but I have friends in the dark.
I'm on probation but shades have different
pockets that I fill deep..
Know pardon my words I have things on my
wrist that are life lessons,
you ain't nothing but something to burn at my bequest.
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
In my fantasies,
The dark and deep,
Where fog pools at our feet,
And the cries echo in the distance,
And sigh in defeat.
You wait for me,
Standing in all your glory,
Laying out in all your pride,
You stare me down,
Hot and heavy,
With lust burning in your eyes.
You reach for me,
Fingers stretch,
You groan for me,
With slight hums under your breath.
Your skin meets mine,
The sparks erupt,
It's perfect,
Heavenly even.
You're my muse,
My inspiration,
My reason is you.
You hold my waist,
Nails digging in,
You lean,
Lips pursed,
We kiss,
Gently.
You press,
Harder, harder,
I bite your lip,
Breaking skin,
Breaking everything,
We sin.
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
They think, that I'm like
a disowned feline...
Throwing me out first floor
windows..
Do I land on my feet...…
No I land on my ribs,
on my head, only scrapes..
But my ribs are broken like
a chess board... one wrong move
and its check mate..
I'm dying where I lie...
choking on the blood of my
**** you world moves...
But I landed on my wrist...
They'll never catch my broken middle finger,
broken slang.
But they knew what a hand held with another
meant..
a mangled **** you as I survived another day.
I came back like a bee looking to sting,
but the ones who fell out there nest
were stung by another not me..
I'll walk another day.. been stung a few times..
but I learnt my lesson...
Don't mess with the nest unless you
want to be in anaphylactic shock of
some random fools words
trying to prove,
some insecurity for an abandoned
father figure, that's compensated
by a bullet,
and a promise of we got your back.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
you took my wrist
in your hand
and traced my cuts
with your thumb
you caressed them
and kissed them
and spoke
few words
but you said
never
again
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
Piercing eyes
pale white gowns,
furrowed brow's
big bright crowns,
horizontal smiles
across floor to ceiling paintings
limp of emotion,
distraught in sepia
color at rest,
mildew in the teeth
callous on the tongue,
nails in the feet
dragging dead weight,
wrapped in burlap
tied in loose ribbon,
clammy cold hands
only for the given,
dilated.
red in the face
angry with a fist
distraught in the heart,
spliced across the wrist.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
you —
kissing the scars on my skin;
such a delicate, carefully crafted
form of poetry, honey,
i will lay it down apollo's altar.
your lips.
my wrists.
again.
and again.
and for a moment there,
they don't look like
a bedlam of veins cut open.
for a moment there,
they look nowhere near
the metaphors
used in place of my self-destruction.
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC
Before the day when my mind flickers
Before the night when fear grabs my wrist
Before the moment of emancipation
When I lose my sanity,
To the courageous fear beneath the beds of my heart.
When the flood comes in dark,
And the moon ditches without leaving a mark.
I sink and sink.
The way I feel possessed,
The way mad I am,
The way I know not about my constancy.
I know I shall stumble,
I know I may fall,
Amid this,
This which is no revelry.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
WRITE and WRIST
Write a wrong sentence.
Write a tomato story
of a farmer of
North Ireland.
Write a blind man's
written inability.
A diamond surely
touch your wrist.
Your girlfriend surely
will touch your wrist.
Wrong destiny one day
surely will
come to touch your
not feet,
only wrist.
God will surely
get down in Earth
to kiss your wrist.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
Risk
Thrown like a disk
I follow where I am led
Not where I wish
Flying through time
Walking through life
I’ve not found my end
Nor am I willing to die
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
A broken mirror
A bleeding fist
A silver blade against a wrist
Tears falling down to lips unkissed
Ignore her and she won't exist
She's not that kind you'll come to miss
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
Who’s going to save me
When I’m saving everyone else?
Who’s going to save me
When I cry myself to sleep at night?
Who’s going to save me
When I have a blade to my wrist?
Who’s going to save me
When the voices are screaming in my head?
The answer is nobody
While I’m out saving others,
Nobody is helping me.
I’m drowning
In the dark thoughts
Full of despair and darkness.
And with no one to help me,
I might as well succumb
To Death's sweet song.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC