"aquainted" poems
Hello there,
Let me introduce myself.
My name is Punching Bag.
It doesn't matter how long you neglect me,
Because, when you need a scape goat,
I'm just as tough as the day you first met me.
Hit me all you like, I'll barely budge.
And no matter how hard you throw that punch,
I'll only move closer to you.
Not once will I ever swing back.
You'll find those more well-aquainted with me sometimes call me,
Used Tissue.
When things get a little too messy, I'm the reliable one who cleans you up.
Get sick, I'll take care of you.
A broken heart? I'll dry your tears.
I'll fix your make-up.
Then, when the exitement is over,
Just toss me out.
I won't mind.
As you spend more time with me, I'm sure you'll learn to refer to me as:
Closet, or even Mirror.
A part of the furniture you're used to having around
But even whenyou get bored with the look,
You don't throw me out.
I'm a place to point ot your insecurities,
Then hang them up along side your skeletons, locked inside me.
Then, seeing yourself as better than you are,
Go on with your day.
Go ahead and stick a lable on me reading Story Book,
Even though I'm still fairly empty of fairytales inside.
I won't even read into your faibles;
There's nothing more exciting than a history that never really happened, right?
Make up what you think might be fun to tell before passing me to someone else,
To read and add on more.
But, now that you've gotten to know me better, why don't you call me Staircase?
I let people walk on me, walk all over me 'til they reach the top.
I'll have to warn you about this though.
I'm not made of marble, stone or brick.
I'm made of wood that's been warn away by heavy boots
So, each step is a little less thick.
One of my dusty, rotten boards might give way and you might fall.
Please, don't blame me.
Even with all my identities, I can't change what I am.
As har as I try, I'm still only human.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
I am sick with all this fumbling through the not yet darkened hours
let the anchor of the life that was be now ripped away complete
let mourning of its passing hasten and begin, and in the gritted eating of the dust
find me a solace and release of all the **** of ravaged trust
But this grey and bitter twilight, this death of death not yet
is an illness to the days that must be borne by bones my own
and every morning, in the mouring, I would find a silence still, sweet, and complete
but this unknown hesitation, this nagging fainting hope for all that was and should of been
is worse than any dying, such a thing sweet, final, and complete
So fly, vanish, disappear, depart! Leave to haunt another heart!
Go and keep your light glowing somewhere upon another set cindered coals
leave me here to mourn your parting, to let this story fade in the growing old.
Or for God sake, and for mine, become aquainted finally now with the valley of the floor
set your words to groaning and to praying and to begging in the night
and when your knees have grown sore and stiff from the bending of your will
all might be returned with joy and sweeter pain than weeping at the sight
of a prodigal returning and the end of long numb night
Until then, and if even there should ever come a when,
all is grey and dark and sick
as minute hands remind and memories sharply *****
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
He sat under a hazy mooned sky.
Mental snapshots
Of the sad layered stories of life
Crept into his haunted dreams.
The inner torture waking him,
His nerves pricking to life.
A sickening wave of dispair
hit him like a freight train.
Fear had found him.
The shadowy figure of his past,
Swiftly approaching,
Only to send him into sinking depression.
There was no light.
Within the darkness
He became aquainted with his demons.
A war against himself broke loose.
He fought until the bitter end.
Then the sky exploded,
And he was finally at peace.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
Their love was like sparkle,
Enclosed in a strong glass jar,
With straps tied around it's head,
To have it saved and delicately spared.
Their eyes empowering the deepest flecks of care,
A gaze so tight, no force could interrept.
Their bodies together, were artistic,
Picturesque and parallel.
They breathed, to inhale the scent of each other's existence.
Their hands intertwining, agonizingly slow,
Feeling the lines and contours of their palms.
They didn't speak much,
A similarity in the flow of thoughts got their minds aquainted.
Their love was like paint.
Colorful,
Always ready to trace towards the dry canvas and fill the blankness.
They didn't love to show,
Their love was the only thing that resonated through their hearts.
Heartwarming, young and inseparable,
Their love was like the smell of books, whether old or new,
But always soothing.
Their love was what true love is drawn of.
~kc
4.1.16
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
I read minds and break hearts.
I break rules then fall apart.
I was living a nightmare, like Freddy vs Jason,
**** left my psyche with Knicks and bruises -
Im the new Anthony Mason,
Mfs was movin foul, soon got upgraded to a flagrant,
I was in the cut bumpin Indicud,
I felt like Elmer Fudd cause of the backstabbing i was facing,
I soon got aquainted..with the fragrance, of defeat,
Thought revenge was sweet,
I had **** twisted like a twizzler,
Jealousy is for the weak,
You gotta live with your decision but them emotions are just visitors,
I couldn't stomach it .
My arrangements was far from edible,
I made a mess of the amendments
Im a of a man mess - I got a list of demands...
Im always on a different tune from the rest of the band,
I refuse to just sit and watch but this is more than i can stand,
Life was a beach..
My coral reef was in disbelief - My castles were made of sand.
You gotta learn to appreciate the darkness.
I was too proud to beg your pardon ,
I preferred the isolation - coulded help but be guarded,
Sometimes you gotta take that step back, like Harden,
And sink some of them boats filled with feelins you been harboring,
I was feeling more like Malcom - less like Martin,
My cruise was less controlled, My directives were departed,
***** I been hard to reach & outta touch,
been tryin to get a grip but been stuck in a rut,
I had an underlying desire to be violent.
My treble was to the left, cue the chelo and the violin,
I felt the hate on my skin and my distain was topical,
My blood was boiling but my climate was far from tropical,
It was a wrap for ****** but my plans always got foiled,
I was ready to strike, so like a cobra - I coiled,
I was quick to bite but took mad damage from the recoil,
****** did me ***** i was just sinkin in the soil,
I would stoop to levels with antics that resembled porch monkeys,
Was supposed to be a boss - but was movin like a flunky.
I was Jefe in my head - but was actin like a *****
Went from optimizing opportunities to wondering where my optimism went,
Karma had dropkicked me , left my armor with a dent,
I couldn't get through by just hoping - started swingin for the fence,
Nas said "Life's a ***** - Now Im seeing what he meant...
Oct 6, 2023
Oct 6, 2023 at 1:14 AM UTC
Its so hard to keep good people in your life.
The ones you care for, you want, you'll do anything for are the 1st to leave with no explanation.
Although the fight for months on end to keep your kingdom alive
Its a battle already lost
But maybe there is an upside
A reason for this tragedy....
Maybe if all of your friends are gone.
They were never meant to be aquainted
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
Hello moon,
With your luminous light
Youre existence so peaceful
Taking my fears
Dragging them out of the night
Storing my darkness in your shadows
As our demons are aquainted
You caress my body in your calm
Silencing my worries,
The thoughts vividly painted.
A smile placed upon my face
Now I'm dancing with my angels
Beautiful and serene
Is heaven a real place?
The nights almost over
It's coming to an end
It's time to say goodnight
Sweet Dreams my dear friend
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
Dumpster diver, high school dropout,
Aquainted with the voices in his head,
Far be it the best conversations had,
Takes tea with queens, chesire.
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC
I tell you another story of how i exposed my body to someone who made my body an object of lust. I shy away from the facts of i used this form of beauty as leverage to get people to love me. I had no consideration one day id have to tell the person i love who i use to be, and how my body was shared like a dinner table is shared among family and friends. The feeling of not belonging in my own skin sets in like a long winter i just cant escape from because when you see me is it me you see or the girl naive enough to believe a picture or a show would make them stay. I made myself to be an object to be used and so as i hand myself to you im used worn and not as shiny as i use to be. I hope youll still want me after the stories i spin out from my past and into your hands. Your questioning tone makes me shrivel back into myself afraid to come back out because i never realized how bad it had gotten. Ive gotten aquainted with the feeling of letting my body be used for an empty love, thats why when i make love i try and get as close to you as possible and maybe even after i am someone different. I dont do certain things because im not sure your reaction. My body wasnt my own until you showed me how to claim it back.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
I love to watch how the blades of grass, dance with the wind and tickle our calves,
February days like these, where the skies at around 5 in the eve,
Start to look like watercolor paintings, of the best hues of pinks and blues, are but simply amazing.
With our hearts in tow, we reach the peak and take in the vastness of the land and lifelines before us.
Stretching for miles, we imagine ourselves, on these rolling hills, that is is our Kingdom and we stand mighty above it.
Soaking in the beams of translucent gold that cascade from the edges of the clouds and shower us in their warmth.
The feeling of the sun's rays seeping into our pores, made me wish we were rooted into the crust beneath us, like the flowers we had just been aquainted with moments before.
As the sun sets, it changes the reflects in your eyes from what was a brilliant amber, to a smooth medium roast, just like the coffee you drink.
Your soft caramel tufts fall freely with no direction upon your forehead.
It's days like these, on these rolling hills, that demand my attention.
It's the smiles, and the laughs that we share, that remind me why it's so, okay, to feel.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
Everytime it is morning,
We wake up to her demanding,
While we slept she was running,
With the awakened some.
Isn't that what we are hearing?
Her lovely voice keeps on calling,
It says son swim the ocean,
You must overcome.
Do you believe in you?
My aquainted friend.
No one else makes a difference,
Play attack or play defense,
Sleep back or you commence,
It depends on you.
You've got pain and I've got pain too,
Don't let your emotions control you,
And the shame deny you,
The thing you should do.
You should believe in you,
My aquainted friend.
Many stars will be rising,
Many stars will be watching,
Will you still be in hiding?
Its still up to you.
There is always the rejection,
That could influence your decision,
You might never see provision,
Hold that which is true.
I wish you beleived in you,
My aquainted friend.
The tides will keep rising,
Could be winning or be drowning,
Or on deck and keep dreaming,
I will live on.
Tomorrow it might be over,
You may never really discover,
Not today maybe never,
The rising sun.
You don't believe in you,
This is your end.
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC