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#zipper
Zip my mouth Lock the chain Keep me from staying sane Zip me up, Just like that My mouth is shut Fast as the drop of a hat.
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC
Zipper
I knew that the zipper over my mouth was the safety pin in the grenade, but I pulled that out when I said, in so many minced words, "I love you."
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
Zipped Up Tight
i want to be smaller. tiny, tinier, tiniest. i want to be so small, that i fit into a jar, and can hide in the walls of houses i never called home, maybe if i cut out some stuffing, i will be satisfied. my back will slump forward and you will see my spine, but i will be smaller, less open, less there.. . and i will cease to exist,,, almost an empty shell of skin and zipper, collapsed on the floor, maybe my lungs will still breathe.: die, died, will die. i want to be dead.
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
will, am, was
My life is falling apart at my seams, Im crying and im fighting, Pulling out my hair and skin as i try to comprehend whats happened to us, What happened to me? What happened to you? What have we become? I dont even know which person im talking about anymore. But the message is still the same for all of you Im wounded and I'm scaring up now. Im stressed and tugging at the skin again. Hardly eating, barely breathing again. Not living again. But of course some of you dont know ive been in so much trouble before. All you know is what I've told you, and that doesn't mean ive told you everything Someone, im begging Look into these eyes of mine and see whos really trapped inside Shes screaming for help, crying even But she doesnt know where exactly to turn She knows noone is looking for her because they seem to enjoy her persona. They seem to like how guarded she is and how much of a mystery she beholds. Someone, please, see the zipper on my back and shed my facadé. Someone help me reach myself. Because the zipper is too far up my spine, I can't reach it by myself, my arms don't bend that way. And if noone is willing to help me, that's okay. I understand it's a selfish thing to ask of you to save me. But if you think of all the times I've helped you when you were in crisis of self, Wouldn't it soothe your mind to help me be at peace as well? No never mind, forget I said anything. I'll just stay here with my arms bending in every direction, Until I can finally grasp that zipper and let her breathe the fresh air once more. Because after all, Even superman needs a rest from flying high all the time.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
Zipper
My life is falling apart at my seams, Im crying and im fighting, Pulling out my hair and skin as i try to comprehend whats happened to us, What happened to me? What happened to you? What have we become? I dont even know which person im talking about anymore. But the message is still the same for all of you Im wounded and I'm scaring up now. Im stressed and tugging at the skin again. Hardly eating, barely breathing again. Not living again. But of course some of you dont know ive been in so much trouble before. All you know is what I've told you, and that doesn't mean ive told you everything Someone, im begging Look into these eyes of mine and see whos really trapped inside Shes screaming for help, crying even But she doesnt know where exactly to turn She knows noone is looking for her because they seem to enjoy her persona. They seem to like how guarded she is and how much of a mystery she beholds. Someone, please, see the zipper on my back and shed my facadé. Someone help me reach myself. Because the zipper is too far up my spine, I can't reach it by myself, my arms don't bend that way. And if noone is willing to help me, that's okay. I understand it's a selfish thing to ask of you to save me. But if you think of all the times I've helped you when you were in crisis of self, Wouldn't it soothe your mind to help me be at peace as well? No never mind, forget I said anything. I'll just stay here with my arms bending in every direction, Until I can finally grasp that zipper and let her breathe the fresh air once more. Because after all, Even superman needs a rest from flying high all the time.
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The pain is immense. Shiny metal teeth laughing. I hate this zipper.
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Untitled
My jean zipper coming down, all for the eager hand and mouth of a dark woman walking the night. Nothing heard and nothing seen could pry us from our silent, carnal screams or move us from the asphalt. I thought it was all over as we split, but I left with a number left for me, by her fingers on my cell phone screen, oh, I thought it was all over and done.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
Summer Shudder: "Estrogen/4mg/d"