"beated" poems
beated
pushed against the wall
touched
loved for one reason
***
impassive morals
but love
strong emotions
and pain
that combination
is what drives some of us insane
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
How intimate this is
to bath with another
the wetness of me
surrounding you
with the wetness from the shower head
I brought you up
as you lifted me out
wanting this upon the floor
I whispered no with my fingers down your back
and you leaned me against the wall
The glass in the room
seemed to echo my moans
the acoustics so gentle
as our bodies beated out the rhythm
of an escalating in and out
We were building up a sweat
from the steam and our heat
and in heat we were
for I came as you were in me
and you kissed me then
My fingers through your hair
and my walls vibrated
as you came into me hard and spent
I felt it all in me
How intimate this is
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 2:43 AM UTC
You have no right to say that I am yours
When you are never been mine
You have no right to say that I am head over heels for you
When I never said I love you
You have no right to hurt me and make me jealous with your new girl
Because I never loved you
But the truth is, you have all the right in the world
I am yours since the day my heart beated for you but I guess yours did not beated the same
I never said I love you because i never had a chance
Suddenly, you left without a word
Without a last goodbye
I never loved you because I still do
Now, tell me if i deserve this kind of treatment
When all i did is to love you
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for my self mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chapped with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
’Tis thee, myself, that for my self I praise,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
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Stop laughing
Stop pointing
Stop staring at me
Can't you see
I'm hurt
Beated
Lying cold on the floor
With nothing but guilt
Guilt of having to be me
Guilt that slowly consumes me
Guilt which isn't supposed to be within me
I am me
What's wrong with it
I'm weird
Calm
and strange in a good way
What's wrong with being myself
that i get pointed, laughed and rejected at
at the point of feeling guilty to be ME
Me who sometimes wishes to exist among people!
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
This wilderness,
I aimlessly wander through.
A deep breath
The air, it holds a tangible primitivism
I follow a beated path along the brook
As it guides my directionless saunter
Stillness of mind and habitat coalesce.
Dragonflies dance with my eyes
As I ponder their surreal spirits
Loneliness is liberated from every definition
Identity is lost in the harmonies of every root and leaf and songbird
Begone to all the names and labels,
Now
It comes in the abstract waves of shades and colors,
Now
This wilderness,
One organic tellurian phantasmagoria.
This wilderness,
A warm ablution for the cold comfort of my reality
As it humbly sits
Just beyond my backyard picket fence
Waiting.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
I saw you for the first time
Behind a screen
Dressed in grey.
Brown and beautiful,
and a wearing a beanie
It was your crown
You smiled at times
And I stared in awe
My screen screamed snapshot
But I was to grasped in the moment to think
My heart beated furiously
Intoxicated by a fiery passion
Then on one faithful day
I saw you
You experience me
I layed down my lips
On thine lips of my craving
Two heart beating for you
For only one that satisfies me
I am facing you
And you, my shoe
Blushing and cringing
I lift up your face;
exquisite; a light in the dark.
I kiss you one time,
and I say to you these lines,
Come with me
Your hipster man
and hold on tight
Grip my hipster hand
Stand close to me
My hipster bride
As you my love
Swiftly hug me tight.
Our hipster heaven
Is sealed off tight
A world unknown
In my hipster mind.
Your sweet hipster lips
Press against oh me, oh my
This is where feels come from.
Shutting you up one kiss at a time
With hipster might.
Your hipster lips
Wage war with mine.
Compassionately
The freedom of my hipster mind.
We are conscience now.
We love; ebullient.
Perfectly written
To excogitate.
I love you more than
Your hipster mind can comprehend.
It can't ever be put in words.
You're my hipster wife.
I'm your one true love and..
..your hipster husband.
You hipster lips.
I hunger for, i'm starving.
My hipster source of hipster life.
I feed you love.
You are always first.
Living like mitty
Means nothing to me
If you aren't happy.
Living mitty with me.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Maybe
Just maybe one day I'll acclimate enough little yellow butterflies in the depths of your stomach to spark words of
passion
longing
excitement
from the tips of your long capable fingers
I'll collect enough of the color yellow.
Maybe it would one day be stronger than my growing green?
Maybe one day it will hurt less to think of you,
or to talk about you
Perhaps the yellow will give us more time
The Yellow.
more memories and laughs
to show you
That you are seen and that you are heard
And that it's no use to use your words
so many words
on earthly sun-soaked terracotta or frayed and faded blue
I look into your deep hurt eyes framed with lace and promises
I gave you red and I'm painting with yellow now
please accept my yellow
I grew it in my chest just for you
Just to plant the warm glowing cocoons deep into your stomach
Hoping
They just might become butterflies and we can live our lives together hand-in-hand.
Maybe once they emerge it won't hurt so much anymore and you will smile.
And maybe, just maybe after a while you'd realize you don't need to keep using your words for girls who never cared to hear your heart that beated yellow with all it's might
Who never reciprocated with the strength of the yellow you gave them.
My chest
it now hums and glows with much yellow
a perfect place to rest your head, my Love.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
Old lover,
It's been years
Since I've last seen your face
Covered with tears
And a frown
As we began to part ways,
I heard you softly whisper
"Darling, I'll always love you."
I turned and replied
With a heavy sigh
"I loved you but your love was
Just a game of lies.
You said your heart beated for me,
Like mine only did for you,
But your heart had actually
Always beated for two.
So don't you dare
Blame this on me,
When the fault is all on you."
You stood there quiet,
Then walked away
Right there I knew
And without a word
I turned and left
Without looking back at you.
Old lover,
It's been years
Since I last saw your face
I start to think
As I light my cigarette
Under the old willow tree
Where we used to always be.
And as I traced my fingertips
Over the carved heart
Where you imprinted our names
That one hot summer day,
I think to myself,
How stubborn are these scars when they don't fade away,
And how stubborn is a heart
When it continues to break.
As I stood up to leave
I turned to face the old willow tree
My mind flooded by memories,
Of what once was and what no longer will be.
I reached for my lighter,
staring into the flame
And walked up to the old willow
Setting it ablaze
Burning the last bridge
To those memories we once made
I watched it burn
A growing ache my heart
Met with a deep sigh with relief
Of finally letting go
A long dead memory.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
Time has gone by
But only in reality has it gone
Within, it seems like its been a lifetime
Knowing you, or rather having known you..
It’s probably all been the same
We said things wouldn’t change
But we’ve slipped away from each other
Like aged tires, unprepared for the rain
At the ****** of our demise it seemed unreal
I tried to hold on for so long
Most would say too long
As i hung from my figment of a cliff, my fingers began to fail me
With every moment of negligence I cried for a change of heart
From you, that never came
As I free fell from my cliff
Deep into the abyss of nothingness I sank into, and digressed from life
I was in a state of internal paralysis
My heart beated, but ever so quietly
My mind thought thoughts, but ever so dismally
I walked the halls watching others laugh and fellowship
When all the while I just missed your smile
Your laugh
Your smell
Your walk
Your talk
Your eyes
Your touch
It was all too much
Too much to yearn at once
As lonesome days came and went, I wondered when this would leave me
When I’d be free from this feeling of no feeling
Others tried to help but my heart was stubborn
I wanted nothing but to reverse the clock
Back to the days when I did feel
When I did smile
When I did live
But then that day came.
That day when God dove into the abyss and rescued me
It was as if all the pressure from the deep ocean had been lifted off my shoulders
My emulation of the Titan Atlas was no more
My fled soul had been returned to my body
And it was all by His grace
Nowadays I still check up on such individual
But I do so from a far
The feeling of care still resonates in my heart
Just not in the way it once did
Yes you've changed, but I don’t see that You
I see the You that i knew
The You that I met and felt utterly anew
The You that I temporarily walked life with and grew
But I have moved on
It took longer than most would
But I guess it was because I loved way more than I knew I could
Now I see you and I feel nothing
But its far from the nothing of before
Now its a calm nothing
A nothing that reassures
Everything’s going to be okay,
I’ve lit my lantern and let it float away, as it burns
Maybe it was all meant to happen this way
Maybe it wasn’t
But either way
Time has gone by
But only in reality has it gone
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
First the illicit thrill
Becomes routine habit
Run of the mill
Like you're invincible.
Once, your heart beated
Feverish, hesitant,
Now you swagger, unheated,
The cheat can't be cheated.
The check-out girl, Lizzie,
Is trusting and smiling
Then she turns away, busy
And you're suddenly dizzy.
To your pocket inside
Go the chocolate bars -
Though it's undignified
There's a strange kind of pride.
Then - out of the blue,
In front of the world,
One day she asks you....
And what can you do?
...But collapse to your core
Like a worm-eaten apple
Pray to fall through the floor
You are Named, evermore.
Oh - the shame! she's disgusted
You're a thief, you're mistrusted
All that shock and self-loathing
For those moments you lusted.
Poor girl, she won't be aware
That her face and her voice
Will feature forever
As worst memory, lowest nightmare.
You'll be chilled to the bone
And you'll ask yourself "Why?"
Without job, wife or home,
Foolish, guilty, alone?
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
*One there was a girl,
She was as happy as the sun,
Until one day the girl's heart fell,
Now you must be wondering what happened to this poor ray of fun.
She soon realized what her father what he really was,
He was a liar and a *******
The father splitted the girl's wonderland in half,
And her heart never beated the same.
You may see her as the Mad Hatter,
For her two personalities,
Or you may see her as the dear Alice,
Either way, she doesn't care.
One day she'll leave everyone,
And she'll go to her Wonderland,
To be with her friend and be loved by anyone,
She'll be the fairest of the land.*
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
*Into beated air
The soul without any flame
Grasps identity*
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney
Wanderer dilettante soul lusted au wild routes
Counted each the millimiles covered
Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly.
Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides
Beated around the alcoves amok
Ridges passed the marooned trails
Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals
Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness
True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts
The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner
By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace
Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled
Blinked all the roof to rugs
Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks
Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring
If body wins wanderlust looses thereby path ends
Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow
Only the body grazed the maps with pointers
Though insatiably leveed
Kept retention the coursing shadow
Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits
Life was near but the abstainer failed
Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique
There appeared
Scorched canopies along wilted flora
Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death
Physique deceived self the core truth
Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna
Several followed the imperishable conflict trail
Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension
Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers
Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers
Raise up , were the victories thristled down?
Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations
Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions
Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadows
Flip sorties pariance spurts
"The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
Freed my soul when you handed your heart w..hole
Your pulses beated a sad song
But I held on to the highest pitch of the note
Remain sceptical of the situation but this all sources of our flaws
Imperfect flaws perfected and I loved you most
Just as you were with those scars about your chest gnawing "I'm all alone"
Quested for sanity through addictive sedations that had you abusing the remedy for therapy but who am I to lay judgement or question?
The sun was setting so were my eyes setting too..setting on you
Ignited the spark in my soul when the dark arose and you sang me your reminiscence of times in a dark hole.
Our eyes rained through the night
But when the sun was up I realised you were an angel glittering a rainbow in her eyes.
Drugs.We.Fell.In.Love.High.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney
Wanderer dilettante soul lusted wild routes
Counted each the millimiles covered
Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly.
Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides
Beated around the alcoves amok
Ridges passed the marooned trails
Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals
Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness
True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts
The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner
By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace
Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled
Blinked all the roof to rugs
Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks
Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring
If body wins, wanderlust looses thereby path ends
Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow
Only the body grazed the maps with pointers
Though insatiably leveed
Kept retention the coursing shadow
Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits
Life was near but the abstainer failed
Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique
There appeared
Scorched canopies along wilted flora
Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death
Physique deceived self the core truth
Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna
Several followed the imperishable conflict trail
Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension
Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers
Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers
Raise up , were the victories thristled down?
Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations
Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions
Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadow
Flip sorties pariance spurts
"The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC
A stake through my heart <3
What would it feel like.
THE HEART
That beated for you,will suddenly stop.
These eyes, that always longed to see you will close forever.
These ears, that always craved to hear your voice, will never listen anything from you again.
These lips, that always wanted to talk to you will be silent till eternity.
My body that always wished for your hug, will turn cold forever.
"JUST A STAKE THROUGH MY HEART"
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
Beautiful mind, you have succeeded
Expel all hate and accept all feelings
Time and time you have been beated
Life has now handed you more timid dealings
Play your cards right and the roads will be smoother
These ups and downs may wear you out
But these bruises and scrapes are battle scarrs
Each day set out to learn from their shouts
You've come a long way,
The progress is still endless
Clear troubles and exhale,
Inhale all that is painless
Of course you can conquer all that you've failed before
Walk away when hooded death's at your door
Sighs of relief released and begotten
Come, let's sit and drift to a world forgotten
s.q.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
I wasn't sure of
those words, that holy
trinity pressed to give back,
until your heart stuttered systolic.
Contracted, you underplayed every line as
I fought, undervalued, omitted and flat-lined
that singular skip your two-fisted, beated rhythm
warning beacon, red-flashing, blaring signal flared sign
granted every second second of each stolen time, when those
planets and these stars became so fiercely yet finitely aligned,
yes, I understand now, as we lay entwined, cyclic, chest
deep, life-defying leap, gasp of breath, wake from
sleep, it is this that I seek, sunlight unconfined
crushing breath divine, beat of two, separate
singular, unexpected yet still
defined in-kind, of your
continuation bringing
life back to mine.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
I am leaving this totally raw, not edited out parts. If you feel this may offend you, Please don't read. I needed to just vent to somebody so here we are.
I keep trying to forget about you. Not the moments we shared, just you.
I'm trying to forget the way you smelled after a quiet night of dancing.
I'm trying to forget how your eyes twinkled when you talked about your family.
I'm trying to forget the way you cared for me when I told you my darkest secret.
I'm trying to forget how your arms wrapped perfectly around my waist when we hugged.
I’m trying to forget the way you became a emotional wreck when I said I tried to **** myself.
I’m trying to forget the way your beautiful face was illuminated by the fire
I’m trying to forget the love I still have for you.
Everywhere I go I swear I see you. I was walking down the street and I prayed to god that wasn't you in the yellow 2005 punch buggy. When we talked, you only ever had the truck I helped design. Who knows though, You’ve changed since we talked last. But that look the passenger gave me, It was only a look only you could give me. I want close enough to see the two telltale signs it was you, your eyes and your scar. But that look gave me nightmares for many weeks to come. It was haunting and regretful. I could of seen things, But I swear the person said my name.
I thought I saw you today. The gas station that's right in the center of town. I saw someone in the distance and my heart beated out of my chest. I don’t know what I would've done if it was you. Cry, panic, hug you, ignore you, who knows? It’s funny how after all this time, I still can’t seem to get rid of you. What do you want from me? People used to say I was obsessed with you, I'm kinda starting to believe it. Maybe this is love, how would I know? I’m only nearly fifteen. Never been kissed or loved.
I can try and try but I won’t forget you. You’re too much of my heart and soul. You were my best friend. I told you everything, everything. When I think about you all I wanna do is cry. Why I have to go and wreck things i'm not sure. I just wanna know how you are.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
I'm only human
But I feel like the world expects me to be a God
Refusing to accept me because I'm not like them
A puppet with strings sticking out of his broken limbs
A pretender hiding his face behind the white mask of solitude
Walking the same beated path the rest of you slaves do
I'm sorry world but I rather not be a slave to society
Because I'm own being who travels the road less taken
A being who paves his own destiny with every step he takes
Because I'm the master of my fate and the captain of my soul
And I refuse to be a piece of lettuce in another's salad bowl
So instead selling myself out like a ****** on the side of the road
I'll be a king who sits on his own throne
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
midnight's
descend clothed me
in darkness,
stilling
the process of
you giving up on us
but
it was useless
when
dawn's ascend
stripped me naked with
a
vengeance
that ache-quaked
my being
it's
no longer there
your...
sugary, salty taste
that clung to my tongue
long after our ******* sprung
imprints
of your fingertips
were fading fast from my skin
survival
instinct kicked in
summoning daydreams to
pull down my eyelids and project
memorable moments with you
but
souldeep your absence
persistently
abuse my senses
the words,
{{YOU'RE. GONE. FOR. GOOD.}}
beated against
my eardrums resounding thoughts of
your scent, I'll never take in again
or
feel the heat of your kiss
on my lips
each
footstep
taken, led you away
trampling my heart into
an
unrecognizable rhythm
from the way
it used to beat
for only
you
I
feel
the slowing
of your love flow
through my vains and hear the
weakening beeps
I
know
our flat line
is just a matter
of time
love's death is near
and
I
don't know
rather to let us
rest in peace
or
do my best
and try to resurrect
us
©cj
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
I reminisced about our memories and my soul walked out of me to try and reconnect with yours but I was rejected. I listened to our song and my heart cried. I was breathless. I thought I was okay. I even had something new but when it came down to it, I sat there ,alone with my empty chest, needing the oxygen to be restored. You asked for my heart and you tore it down and I couldn't get it back. The sense of love I couldn't get that back. You did this. No wait, I did. Love is a choice and I chose to love you. I chose you but in the end. You didn't chose me. Because I was never really an option to your heart. You took my heart out while you were inside of me, mentally. I sat in a bright, sunny room and somehow it is still dark. My mind is on replay with all our bad days and yet what's left of my heart was still aching for yours. The only thing that uplifted me was the rain. It was already sad so there's no place for my emotions to make it worse. The rain was my happy place. Where things can be sad but it all appropriates with the mood. The sad rain was my happiness. In art class we were taught on curves. As I glowed, I noticed the curve I was thinking about was your pathetic smile. Love is an overrated movie that everyone raves about but once they get a preview, they wish they hadn't watched it at all. You were the most beautiful, surreal yet sorrowing film I've ever seen. That is why it hurt. Because I once loved you. Your presence made my skin want to jump on top of yours. I wanted all of your embrace. All that you can give. But that was only what I wanted. In life things aren't given to you at a very second. Sometimes never at all. Your laugh was a symphony that matched the way my heart beated for yours. Sometimes I wonder. What I'd be like. What you'd be like if you were mine but I guess that's the mystery to it all. I loved you and you weren't even mine. I craved you and I hadn't had the slightest taste in forever. I wanted you. Forever. My mind split into 2 parts but you always brought it into one. She thought that love was never truly at happen at this age but then again what if it's the right person. That's when you came in. You completed me and my thoughts even when I didn't want you to. You ripped me out of my dignity and grace. I couldn't even look you in the face. It was getting hard to be around you again. I had to stop before it was the end. I stopped. Yes I stopped. All the pain and the sorrow, washed away. Maybe all I needed, was the rain.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC
It's been a long day. Better yet along tiresome road from the cross point where I changed my direction. The room was cool from the outside pounding heat and within Minutes was undressed bags resting on the floor. The long fall in to the soft fluffy pillow top caught me in its inbrace like her arms held me to her breast. I pull the soft brown 1800 thread count sheets up my body getting slight flash backs of her soft Nubian skin brushing against my skin. Consciously I was fading with my right hand over my heart.. The ceiling fan turned and my heart beat as the fan turned. Before darkness had it's grasp on me I reached under my pillow for the note they will find. My heart beated through my chest, the last thing I thought before sleep was how does this heavy broken thing keeps working and if they find the note can they tell I died from my secret broken heart.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC