"bittered" poems
I was your fuel
You were my drain
I was your blessing
You were my lesson
I was your cure
You were my disease
I was saving you
You were killing me
- I was calming your soul, you were stirring mine
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
From across the bar she tapped the mouth of the glass
He poured more in
She put her lips on its hard edges
Planted firmly against the cushions of her mouth,
From its bittered gates she spoke,
I’m old you know.
I know, he said.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
*who are we
in god we trust, the ruler of a nation bereft of purities
corrupt ink in the capsule of a human’s casing
wages printed on the stoic faces of our leaders, blood and gore imprinted on their eyelids
spilling our incoherent tangle of words into songs and pleads for relief
we are spitting images of our mother, and her mother
iodized wounds that stretch to our finger-prints that they deem must be caged and stamped at all costs
our wrists are battered and tied with the rope of our pride
and our pink flesh is swelled up with their brand freshly printed onto our skin that reads, ‘you are nothing’
nothing but chains of forgotten children abandoned in rusted swing-sets
children who’s screams are full of hot air like the balloons that loiter about our minds
the balloons that burst sharply in a staccato beat when bittered thoughts contaminate them
we are children who press our fingers into our eye sockets and scavenge around the recesses of our minds
young hands damp with drops of the dreams that cascade down the pores in our bodies
the drops that empty into the gutter that encroaches the territory of our bones
pushed back dreams like the rotten tomatoes that stink of moldy desperation in the grocery store
memories melted into perfect formations like a drill soldier with a stone-cold face empty of temerity
memories stacked up like all you can eat pancakes that drape over us like an everlasting blithe
they leave vague impressions of naivety and sit despairingly upon our caged ribs
they cower behind closed doors and occasionally peek out from the clouds of illusions to say,
‘are you happy?’
but they disappear with cruel inspection like a fading smoke because we don’t dare to discover the truth
but even still we harbor desolation-spiked weapons that secrete through the same pores that piece us together
we are the ripest of onions, a scintillating mixture of strong scents and spirits
and the moment we realize this we try to scrape the walls of our binding
try to peel ourselves of the revolving emotions that we have been programmed with
and as our wrinkled layers flake off, we learn a bit more about how different we seem to appear
until we are nothing but a sun-dried core, who has found the truth only to move never-more*
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC
I chose to take a painful path,
Where my bloodied footprints
Trailed upon life's broken glass,
Bleeding out across the shards
Of shattered hopes, discarded hearts.
In loves gutter I found my truth,
Face down in that waste of you
Which bittered every taste of youth,
Spat out your words so dearly held
And choked that hope on cruel untruths.
TS Lefort 2021
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 6:02 PM UTC
To stab your own heart is to feel the pain of your true love,
this pain,
this rage
is a bitterness best served cold.
This will never heal a heart this cold
is bitter than stone to cold
to understand;
A chest,
or an ICE BOX.
to truth no pain can stumple a warm heart.
That to healing passion
I long for on a dark and scary road
to healing through hells fury.
Like fire over Ice these plans,
these hands are a portion of my next stand;
This mind,
this heart bittered and jealous of loves sting.
The pain,
Loneliness of a battered and bruised heart
full of damaged emotions,
painful eyes full of grief and disappointment
I shall never forget
this enthusiatic Anger
and OverZelous Rage
I have brought to this,
to US.
As I clinch my heart so painfully broken
each day because of the bitterness that I caused
trying my best to
"REDEEM"
myself....Please Accept me!
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 7:59 PM UTC
Soon these Oceans will Breathe your Nation's Flag
The Next White Wave bid your Empire Win
Of all your Faves to Labours your Efforts glad
Now Breed the Cup to place your Feet within
And will such Dream - as Clouds will gladly tell
Care to Raise this Jewel we call the Sun
Feign these Figures as one Critic un-well,
These Tripe-Haste Metaphors ensure your Fun
For what be such Success if Peppered Smiles
Seasoned to Last as any Great Athlete knows
A Pinch on your Cheek; And Gold on your Miles
All where Heart's be Heart your Country's Shine glows.
Still you Conquered - Cakes bittered by Life's Truth
Frost these Doubts - SIGNORA! Then Taste your Youth.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
Beautiful destroyer.
Runaway Doves; stained clouding.
A beautiful woman, bittered by reality.
Fleeing this earth, dressed in black.
Reaching for the sky, for a clearer conscious.
Her relic soul, to be rested on the holy billows.
Going up in smoke, an Angel of Azure.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
when we fight,
it is not with
violence and
closed fists.
it is, with walls of frigid words
and corridors of cold silence,
it is with bricked up
bittered rooms
and frozen tundra spaces.
when we fight,
it is not catastrophic,
or volcanic.
its a slow and grinding glacier.
it is, kisses of frost,
and polar bear hugs.
it is, with pointed,
icicle words,
and smiles,
of snowman coal.
when we fight,
it is not coming together,
in hot blooded fury.
it is surviving,
the boreal glares
and minus zero words.
its is surving,
the arctic
ice wind swirl,
of being,
alone together
when we fight,
it is,
waiting for,
the ice to crack,
the snow to melt,
and the sun to shine.
i consider it a good thing,
that we don't fight often
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
You and me
We share unfinished conversation and broken sentences
And in between the moments interrupted
Are long white tenses.
We swim in a sea of great big ears
And look at a sky of wide eyes
And there on the shore
A hundred mouths or more
Ready to Shout
Out
LOUD
All the snippits and snappets
Spread like butter
All bittered and battered
How would you like some feelings on your toast
To haunt you like a ghost
Just something shared
Just some kind care
So why's it lying there
Shivering and bare
So I'm writing and thinking and fighting and tempted
To crawl through the floor
I'm lying on my bed
trying to remember what was said
Some kind of question
To try or test me
What kind answer
Will rest me.
I've got feelings with no voice
Feelings with no choice
Over what they are
Despite what I said about owning your own star
Sometimes I wonder
Do stars unite
In the night
And are feelings
Something to fight?
You know if I could I would
Love you
And shouldn't
Just wouldn't
Know.
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
I'll make the oceans sing
Your name and kiss the
Ivory sands with love
Not yet bittered by
The salt that runs
Deep in the weeping
Blue beauty
That rumbles under
My striking thunder
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
When will you return
Oh, explorer of grief and melancholy
When will you return from your trip
In the depths of despair
When will life finally release its deathly grip around you
So that you may smile that familiar smile of yours
So I may finally see the smile I live to see
No matter when you come
No matter how you return
Or in how many pieces
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting to see your beautiful self again
I'll be waiting to sink in the glimmer of your glares
No matter how dim it has become
I'll be waiting to indulge in the sweetness of your embrace
No matter how much life might have bittered its taste
To feel the touch of your palm
And any cuts life has left behind
And I'll be waiting to nurse back to health
To lighten your cosmic glares again
To sweeten the taste of your kisses
To wash away the dirt withing your cuts
To make you smile again
And even if you don't need me to heal
I'll be by your side
Smiling with you
I'll be here
I'll always be here
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
gentled away where
sound's
called forth from a
heap of black stones.
taste bittered to sweetness
in un-name.
mouthing.
late sight blasted red,
in the passion of its
rose.
it cannot be, yet is--
ash peppered finely
as space unto a toppling
sky.
all in all hail, gone to gone--
forever's betrothal cycle.
holding peace.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Somewhere between meeting you and loving you I stopped writing.
I've built up so much to say I don't know where to start
with everything you broke or all the times you broke my heart.
I could begin with your secrets and their names
shed light on the pain, the shame
and talk about how much it still weighs.
I could go on about our begin-agains and epiphanies,
spiritual connections and energy,
adventures that will go down in history
but those things don't consume me
I need to bleed out these other feelings,
I want to work on forgiving.
You know this isn't all your fault.
Scared to love you I bittered my heart
and you hated the taste;
didn't believe in letting your time go to waste
so part of you let go.
I'm not sure that part ever came back...
Maybe I've seen it but it never stays,
and neither do you.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
Salted, flimsy orange rinds,
bittered instead of sweetened:
these are all I eat nowadays.
Crystalline textures coat my insides,
my blood pressure’s at an all-time high,
and my tensions are shooting through the roof.
By god, I’m so naïve,
So untouched by anything other than this,
it seems unlikely
that I would taste such saccharine things,
I’d be much more inclined to shrivel up my insides,
dehydrate all my limbs and pack them
like raw meat in a harsh winter.
I feel useless again.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
Face entwined in plastic lines,
Neck of twine and foggy mind.
This air is mine, as time declines
I feel okay, I feel alright
As pain and panic climb up high.
My lungs constrict and
Twiggy arms twist;
Tied behind, restricted movement
I can feel myself slip,
This is it, this is it
My body rejects but gives in.
Muted gasps play behind music,
I feel okay, I feel sick
Then suddenly it rips,
And my tongue tastes air of ****
Withered lungs savor it, as
Bittered buds cry with spit.
No tears emit from judging eyes,
No 'why's or cries, just familiar quiet.
I'm fine, I'm fine just leave me in silence.
I could never do anything right.
Caught
Distraught
Endured the pain for naught
Escape is my godly crutch
Into eyes my fingers push
Make me blind from all that hurts
Failure.
Failure
Failure.
Reel away this deadly lure
Let me swim in the unfamiliar
Just give me something good for once
This pain, this pain I've had enough
Don't clutch my thoughts
I've given up.
Trying so hard to feel god's touch
He eludes me every time
So suffer I must
With sickly mind anchored in dust
My arms too weak to pull it up
I strain to feel some happiness
To love the burn of sunlight's kiss
The moon pulls tides of negative
High, in my skull where demons live
Under waves of complete darkness
I'll find the light
I'll try to live
Coax my aching legs to kick
Move my weak body to swim
Until the tides have given in.
I'm sorry you had to see me so pathetic
Squirming so hectic
I regret it, I regret it
I'll ignore the pain that bores
Beneath eyelids
I'll give myself to the light
And hope I find it
I'll let myself curl up and die
When my body and time decides.
Innately, following Mother's lines.
I could never do anything right.
You weren't supposed to come home tonight.
-SLuR
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
To care for each other
Their eyes somber with pain
But their smiles warm
Reassuring
Peaceful
Sweet
Familiar
Their heads full of contradictions
But hearts beating, steady
Strong
Alive
Persistent
Their mouth bittered by heavy words
But emotions so soft
So pure
So pretty
Humans are complex
Humans are much more than words can say
They are beautiful
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 7:35 PM UTC
Everybody's always shaking,
making shook slanted statements.
Deflate.
Pressure builds, but easily falls.
Express hate.
Don't bottle it.
I'd rather have a briefly bittered tongue.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
oh, Goldenrod
carpet o'er meadows of melancholy thy colour stolen from Sun on high
thou art yellow as shimmering as a king's opulence
have thy therapeutic aroma waft o'er hills,
carry through valley and village
withhold through lonely night
as almsgiving to our shadows a portion of light
oh, Goldenrod
though thou harken to whispers on gentle breath
let no squall of vehemence bend thy stalk
nor tine words of restless tongues harrow thy root
nor still
the averted gaze of bittered souls wither thy petals
oh, Goldenrod
have upon thine own crown bestowed a radiance of resilience
to illuminate obscured truth
and mend thus the hearts of willful sufferers
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
Solemnly swear
never departed
wear it
all hearts lay
wasting
Days pass
summers set
sun tests hearing
Let it not be said
dealt within
the bittered end
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
I know your apple
Is bittered with poison
But I'm addicted to
Just the next bite
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
A Sentient Throne
Never encouraged to sift past... through all fortunes light
Worlds, so telltale, conquered crusaders of will's plight
Listen there's sorrow, dispelled inside
The crystal courts.... and the battle is no more
Then oppression & control of the master keeper of doom
So they've burnt unto the cross... the witches soon
Let again our eyes turn to silver
Be against lightening fires, no quicker
A sentient Throne
One war with eternal war
Bittered lights cascading through dancing illusions
Twisted conspiracy/ to take the final weapon
Set to avow, to dub the final weapon
The harpies of the dark expel the send
Might and fury they're alive/ with the black forest alive
To those who are the seekers, to never land I send thyne
Let again our crystal courts clasp what our eyes find
Doubt within expels the treasure's cost and furious... that lays inside
Sentient silvers, veils of weapons/ the lore and the lost
Are you the witch's servant?... too quickly the ice pentagram defrosts
Can the war take away everyone's spiritual pains
God or Satan beseeches you/ the only path of completion is to be insane!
I'm still stunned it happened like this, a sentient throne!
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 12:44 AM UTC