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Push me back
Tell me to rest
Kiss my eyes
Rake my *******

Remove the barriers
Between your skin and mine
Tear the cotton if you must
Stretch the elastic
Til it snaps in two
If that is
What you're compelled to do
Get me naked
Be my dirt
Absorb my roots
Be the secret earth
The only comfortable bed
Moan into my clavicle
Control my head

Lick my ribs
Intercostals
Hold my hips
Give me chokes

Give your grip the weight of feathers
Assure me you're in this for me for the moment at least
Give your time like time has ceased
Secure in chains my memories my ghosts
Put your heart into my pleasure

Take my parts
Inside your mouth
Comb my holiness
Use your holy breath
Relax the nervous squeeze
Devout make me believe
With your art
Summon the whimper shouts
Up from my depths
With one goal
One intent
Offer your thirstiness
Drink of my sins
Prove wrong
My internalized
Shame of my ***

I shall be
Your humble slave
For my life
Long sentence

In this dry
Biting tundra
Burning sea
Endless sand
Are you okay?
Are you alright, are you fine, are you good?
Are you adequate, are you decent?
Are you emotionally stable, sleeping without crying, smiling because you want to?
Are you breathing without questioning, are you waking up without trying, are you eating without throwing up?
Are you reading this poem right now and thinking no?
Are you thinking for the first time, will I ever be okay?

You will be okay.
You will be alright, you will be fine, you will be good.
You will be adequate, you will be decent.
You will be emotionally stable, you will sleep without crying, and smile for the happiness blooming inside of you.
You will breathe without questioning, you will wake up to a new day, you will eat easily
You
are going to be okay.
So please smile sunshine
It’s a fine new day
To be okay :)

- a.g.
just a reminder that everything gets better folks. please, please hang in there. i believe in each and one of y'all.

UPDATE: thank you so so so much for 51k. the overwhelming amount of comments and messages and loves make me feel so happy to spread this poem. thank you.
"You're so smart!"

"Oh, uh, thanks"

Somewhere,
Somehow,
Before I could decide,
I was placed into a box.
I was put into a place where escaping was not an option
As I began to realize I could not escape, I made the best of it.
I worked hard, I studied long nights, and I made the best of what I had
I was going to make this box my home.

"Of course it's her"
"She always wins everything"
"***, she's such a nerd!"
"Do you do anything besides study?"

I am overcome with confusion
Why had they, the people who had put me in my box
Begin to ridicule me for this?
I had grown accustomed to my box
I actually kind of enjoyed it
But now, I see that I was in a bad box
So,
I try to conceal it
Hide it
Wash it away

It didn't work.

Would I forever be the nerd?
The overachiever?
The effortless straight A student?
The no-social-life excluded nobody?
Would I forever be placed into a box
With the terms and conditions already applied?

- a.g.
this was based off of my own experiences from being "the smart one". whenever I've achieved something, people have always said "of course", like it came naturally. like I didn't work for that achievement. and most importantly, I have always had stereotypes made about me by people who knew nothing about me. this is to address this issue of "having everything handed to you" where many people do not realize the effort it takes for an individual to achieve any matter.
Not unlike the rest of you
I was placed here
From beyond
Set adrift into this realm
Forced to be as one

The wreckage of my landing
The misery of my birth
We can never hope to be
More than what comes first

Holding on to misery
Somewhere deep within
It finds it's way up to the suffice  
Every now and then

Beyond the realm
Of gravitational pull
We shall break away
From the natural rules
Until then
Keep our Mother safe
After all
We are all together in this
Twirling through
Outer space
...
Traveler Tim
Beware of the thirteenth
landing on a Friday??

Nah....that's just bullhockey

The thirteenth has always been
lucky for me...
My sweet boy was born that day
for the world to see :)
Dance wit meh naked..
Could I share my inner fragility,
show just how fragile I can be
If you were rich and I poor. would you embrace me at your door.
Would you abandon my empty.
Hold back your sympathy
Be blind to the goods I bring.
Would you, could you, dance wit meh naked.
                                                          ­                          wrapped in,
                                                             ­                            empathy.
                                                        ­                      the state I'm in is a basket of the complicated.
                                                    ­                       my hands appear naked.
Can I hear your music..Will you lend me a cup of stability.
twirl me around in your confidences.. allow me a cup of comfortability.
Parts of me come wrapped in simplicity. Adorned with gifts of invisible charms.
Chased your way by outside storms.
                                                         ­ Oh would You my Dear One..
Be able to take it.
The fact that I appear naked.
                                       Could you still..In fact will you still...
                                                        ­                                                      Dance with me N.A.K.E.D!
N ecessity
A cceptable
k eepable
E ndurable
D iamond .................................................................­.............in the rough.
And know theirs flaws in the both of...u.s
S.A.M 3-18
being open transparent, vulnerable and exposed yielding flaws and all.. void of the material the financial the quality is deep within your soul.
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