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Feb 2023 · 856
Hypervigilant
Talia Feb 2023
Camouflaged amongst
chaotic crowds
 
Eyes with a ****** range
Scanning
 
Target detected.
Locked in                              
 
since you weren’t
Locked up.
 
Heart rate raised. Enraged.
I check my calibre.
explored using ****** terminology
Nov 2022 · 2.6k
Harassment: The prey
Talia Nov 2022
Sensing a presence in my bed
I plead that this is all in my head

My gut wrenches. Heart
sinks
once my eyes fix upon you I dare not blink

Cold, numbness proceeding
I could never prepare for this feeling

You cannot meet my eyes
now they aren’t closed in sleep.

Mirrors to a soul you violated
You ******* creep
The harassment from my perspective.
Nov 2022 · 2.6k
Harassment: The predator
Talia Nov 2022

Your door wasn’t locked
and I wasn’t going to wait

Not after I sprinted here,
that’s quite a long way

I’ve run 3 kilometres just to see you


Kiss my shoe, be grateful.
Surely I am owed some compensation
For my extensive dedication

I’ll take advantage
the only time I know you’re weak
You can’t set boundaries
when you’re asleep

Your vulnerability makes me greedy
the thought of you subdued,
****. Debilitated and unconscious
Entitled, I claim that time with you
Bold is direct quotes of the delusional stalker.
Oct 2021 · 7.1k
Spiked
Talia Oct 2021
Malice ripples
lying low, under
penetrating nightlife strobe.

Repercussions?
None to show.

Limp bodies
'getting loose'
In truth,
injected with poison;
a slow-acting noose.

Repulsive actions of the
vile & depraved
****
endorsed at raves.
Sep 2021 · 1.7k
Trigger Warning
Talia Sep 2021
Satisfaction i crave
From a relieving blade
Replaced by the temporary
dopamine wave
Mar 2021 · 858
Penny for thought
Talia Mar 2021
Time,
a valuable currency.
Mine,
seemingly yours to steal.

Robbed me of my riches
Poured my money down

the drain. Still you could not
Spend a penny
for my thoughts.
Word play with the British idiom "A penny for your thoughts", referring to a desire to know what is on another's mind.
Jan 2021 · 1.3k
Oppression
Talia Jan 2021
To you, their rights
are a minority priority

You're entitled, spoon fed
Gorged with greed
a coralling disease

Dormancy
a fence that protects you,

but a barbed wire noose
                           wrapped
                           round their throats.

You're just another ring
in the chains of oppression
just needed to be said really. saddened by the inaction of humankind.
tried to play around a bit with formatting.
Jan 2021 · 1.1k
Privilege
Talia Jan 2021
Grass, truly greener
when one side's left to rot

But, then again  
that is exactly what you profit off
A world where it is easier for the white, straight, wealthy males to thrive. Where is the equality? Change needs to also come from them. Why don't more those who are privileged use this to their advantage?
USE YOUR VOICE
Jan 2021 · 1.4k
Empress
Talia Jan 2021
Empress won’t impress
just to please

With a vendetta against aggression
she brings violence to its knees

Tiger striped thighs tantalise
though single handedly she
plays tonight

on a mission, led by zebra striped eyes
she rides the northern lights

Peace and presence, her only weapon
an Empress needn’t corruption to threaten
A version of me reading this is on instagram @talneedsapenname if anybody is interested!
Dec 2020 · 610
Blood-orange Moon
Talia Dec 2020
clouds bubble over the horizon
waves boil toward shore
surges of fury
of passion
swoop
onto crisp sand.
Golden eyes burst
into the day
to capture the elixir
beaming back at her
soul searching gaze.
Cracks reach
across the horizon
mirroring the eve just before,
over that same gentle shore.
A blood-orange moon
we held each other under, ****.
But that still couldn’t dazzle my gaze,
as much as you.
Written in Bournemouth. Slept overnight by the sea. Woke up to a gorgeous sunset. One of many unseen poems I wrote about my very special relationship.
Dec 2020 · 3.4k
Grey Days
Talia Dec 2020
grey misty haze
why pray for better days?
silver hues
lick moist air
in the beautiful world we share
puddles painted on the floor
revealing your unfocused stare
grey misty haze
tickling noses blue
should be enough
for you
why do people not appreciate grey days? do these days not accentuate the vibrancy of the rest, whilst being intriguing and softly beautiful in their own right?
Nov 2020 · 300
Once healthy heart
Talia Nov 2020
Does it burn
strings of a once healthy heart?
Plucked and strummed
Just to be picked apart
Have you succumbed
To the bitterness of a
broken heart?
Was it the stench of lust
that caught your breath?
Or Seduction
Ready to plunge in
past tender skin
Pulsing with
the rush of the temporary.
Pleasure.
Blissful remains
Reality
that you cannot hurt She
who you treasure.
Nov 2020 · 749
Is it Sweet?
Talia Nov 2020
Is it sweet
yet like a scorpion tail
stings?
Do you really remember
Not to sink but swim?
Warm
crimson casualties cascade
delicately down
a cupid’s bow
row row row
yourself in my boat
gently down
this fatalistic dream.
Oct 2020 · 7.7k
violated
Talia Oct 2020
You drag me in
past the point of
personal boundaries
Hands like hot plates
welded to my waist

Eyes undress me
with a penetrating stare
exposing me to everybody
Your kind lurk everywhere

I struggle away from
potent, *** ridden breath
that invades my air space
I try to breathe in
some respect
from anybody, anywhere?!
Sep 2020 · 55
fuzzy static
Talia Sep 2020
Switch me on in the background
to fill a void
Fuzzy static
tickles half the skin
For the other half of my
Other Half’s skin
homes in on something much more
dim
Use me to fill a void
Watch me intently
or I will be annoyed

Leave me playing whilst
you are plainly delaying
the sensation of direct
contact between
Our hearts
Sep 2020 · 701
A voice I don't recognise
Talia Sep 2020
A voice, dressed
in camouflage
tries to poison
the delicate mind

A voice, foreign
Seeks to shriek putrid words
that contort & ricochet
about the brain.

Despite subtle tiptoes
A wobble in its timbre
trips a wire
in the maze-like mind

A vile voice, doesn’t belong
to true Self-
Love
seizes the intruder,
to unmask a cowering Ego
Noticing that the negative voice in my head no longer even sounds like my own. It sounds as if a foreign voice is saying these things, whereas once my own voice and this voice where much the same.
Sep 2020 · 266
Apple of my eye
Talia Sep 2020
I build myself but
She hands me the tools
with hard worked hands
of a sensual warrior.
She does not abuse them
But plucks strings harmoniously
to cast a spell
of peace and tranquillity
She; the apple
catches my eye
In the midst of a storm
and steadies me
Her eloquence a spirit
that guides me gently
back down to Earth
Where her tender chest
absorbs me in sweetness as
I mould into she
who nurtures my soul
With intimacy
My heart speaking it's truth for the only woman I'll ever see. My love for her, so deep I didn't believe in its existence. She helps me grow and I am truly lucky <3.
Aug 2020 · 406
Simplicity holds my smile
Talia Aug 2020
Simplicity holds my smile.
The present
ever worth my while.
Try give the globe
An optimistic spin
Because Hurt’s origin
is within.
Aug 2020 · 1.4k
Window, poisoned lens
Talia Aug 2020
Double glazed prisons
that suffocate us in
Stopping air
dainty pure
saturating chakras
and healing pores
Skewed panes
Isolate and whisper
Lies
keeping us inside
to jeopardize
All destiny
Meant to thrive.
Glass severing
our connection
to the quaint outside
Leaving Nature,
Our spirit guide,
meekly to subside
when seen
through this lens
of poisoned eyes.
Windows distort our view and act as a barrier to outside. I don't think seeing things through a window is the same as experiencing it up close, feeling the air and taking in the energy of outdoors.
Aug 2020 · 177
Notes of Compassion
Talia Aug 2020
She is overwhelmed, crying.
Please, refrain from trying
to ‘fix’. Belittle your logic.
She does not seek your reasoning
To invalidate her feeling
Her delicate state longs for support
Not a reason ridden retort.
Caress her soft cheek
With understanding and acceptance-
Not answers.
She is mighty, and intelligent
Aware of the ins and
You are out of the situation
Do not take this
as time for patronisation.
Aug 2020 · 405
Psychological Split
Talia Aug 2020
I hold her tightly
Her skin against mine
Soothing her pain
For I am to blame
for the scars inscribed
on those innocent thighs
And my words are the bullets
that tore right through her
It was my name
etched into the tears
I forbid she shed
And I who introduced
that strong body, to Abuse
But still I wrap her
in apologetic arms
Seeing the beauty and worth
she has always had

We join forces
stilling the battle of two
I am whole,
on my own
in my own
forgiving, loving embrace
Psychological splitting is a common defense mechanism whereby your thoughts aren’t able to form a cohesive realistic conclusion, rather a very black-and-white thinking of extremes. I have certainly done this and the poem explores my bullying and extremely negative alter ego dominating my innocent self. Since engaging in spiritual and mindful practises my capacity to forgive and love has allowed me to uncover and accept my true ‘self'.
Aug 2020 · 832
Longingly distant
Talia Aug 2020
Since when was this handheld device
the extent of our physical love?
From across the room I stare at it
half expecting it to blow
The illumination of the screen now mirrors the enlightenment I once felt
in your arms
Though of course much diminished.
I am beginning to fear it
knowing the potential of our words to form
exit wounds
How can I predict the disaster I may inflict when i no longer know the surroundings of this battlefield?
I throw this bomb against my floor, knowing the eruption of this force will be lesser than what is now incinerating through my head
from your words.
Weak for each other, strong when together.
Aug 2020 · 361
ATTENTION!
Talia Aug 2020
THESE GADGETS I DESPISE
TOLD I NEED THEM TO SURVIVE
AS THEY ARE GETTING FLATTER
SO IS OUR MOOD
WHERE IS THE INSPIRATION
NATURE EFFORTLESSLY SHARES
YET DEVICES MUST HAVE
ONE MILLION FEATURES TO CAPTURE OUR
ATTENTION!
FOR ONE SECOND
A CHARGE OF LIGHTNING WOULD CAUSE ME LESS PAIN
YET WHERE IS MY APOLOGY?
SORE FROM THIS TECHNOLOGY
IN AWE OF THIS ENVIRONMENT
STILL, IT'D BE AN HONOUR TO BE STRUCK BY
YOU. MOTHER GAIA
Empty pleasures, too many options and choices that are actually turning us backwards. Looking towards more and more gadgets or material 'goods' for happiness can make you feel so empty. It cannot fulfil what the natural world was made to do.
Jul 2020 · 323
Responsible
Talia Jul 2020
Surrounded by darkness
Put myself in that harness
I think that’s the hardest
part to accept
realising you are the source of your pain
Jul 2020 · 495
Always The Afterthought
Talia Jul 2020
floating around
just realising i am the afterthought
not the initial
essential
first thing to hand
front of your mind
that is where ego resides
but why must i demand
to be there
the centre of it all?
i expect too highly
i expect that of myself
but to expect that of others
is cruel
let my ego take the wheel on this one. used as a healthy release. saw
Jul 2020 · 404
Stretched Apart
Talia Jul 2020
Laying open on the table
Exposed
They are pulling
A person at each limb
Tugging me apart from within
Competing for all I can give
Their nails sinking through the skin
Don’t let them in
Tension through my bones
Finds an epicentre at the core
And will rupture I am sure
under the opposing pressures
torn by what what they want from me
I am the crossroads
This strain entices me to cave
Oh self please consume me
I am impaled by these paths
that pervade my airways
Nostrils filled by roads
that suffocate me
Which do i take?
or is it that I simply break?
Free.

— The End —