"cauterizing" poems
Blood searing my veins
Cauterizing countless lacerations
My wounds seep with
The acidic taste of my life
I sit-
Unaware of my soul
Leaking out every pore
Dripping slowly away
The greedy
Cracked concrete
Drinking up my essence
Until all I am left is
Tranquility
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 1:16 PM UTC
*Turning a blind eye to the dark clouds
Looming over the horizon
Lightning lashing across like whip
Loud crackle and the thunderous roar
Lightning strikes with archer’s precision
Hitting the target with a vengeance
Cauterizing life in a matter of seconds
Zeus, unleashing the thunderbolt
So much rage in the Ether
Punishing relentlessly with nature’s fury
Now the clouds break loose
Intense darkness shrouds over the day
Clouds have opened up with running streams
As it washes away all the agony
It opens the eyes to an invigorating event
Replenishing the parched Earth
Waterfalls and rivers flows with life
Nature calms after the ferocity, bringing hope*
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC
dedicated banishment
self inflicted, echoing
physical displacement
from permanent coronary scarification
devouring accidentally my lacerated pulmonary edema
cauterizing weakness into cement
thermodynamically frozen muscles
umbrellas on parade in your city
netherworld for my regret
disreputable raincoats rubbery ebbing
against a tide of discontent
ringing out like let-downs
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
I have some very destructive tendencies
I'm a bad judge of character
Whether the the character is my own or not
Begs to be determined.
I tried the pretty, pleasant method
Of letting the venom from my veins
But these emotions have succeeded in their task
Of rotting me from the inside out.
The floor embraced my pen
And my ears were lovingly teased
I tried to fall into the high from my headset
But your passion did not sate me.
Elemental damage was never my strong suit
As prone as we are to wildfires
You'd think the liquid cauterizing me
Would hurt less than these god **** thoughts.
And tonight the truth made its way to me
My shadow understands; his love is pure
I'm a cruel, witless ***** a scourge in my own right
But he still dries my tears.
I can't even pretend I'm not hurt
So I'm voiding my lungs tonight
Peppered smoke promises relief
But I'm soon discerning the lie.
We are back to square one but
All the pop music these days is too melancholy
I've had altitude sickness before,
But this time it's different.
And I smile,
a painful thing that I'm glad there's no evidence of
I told you these things are rare, like you
This inspiration at the cost of my heart
But this is my salvation
When you move from prose to poetry
That's when I'm done with you.
My habits die hard
But unlike you, the feelings, the talent,
the slow agonizing death by fire,
the bad character
are all mine.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
It was the middle of December and you made sure to turn on your fan before you went to sleep.
It was the beginning of January and I suddenly understood why you kept your fan on as 'I love you' rolled out of your mouth like the smoke that loomed over Pompeii. You choking on your own words was a red flag. I guess the smoke was too thick for me to notice.
It was February and the lava began scorching my fingertips with each muffled 'I love you.’ Some people tried to run, I chose to melt to death.
It was March and I was hoping you were only cauterizing my wounds, protecting me from something more harmful. I was wrong. Nothing is more harmful than a natural disaster.
It was April and you had cremated me to ash. I realized your false ‘I love you’s were what caused the tectonic plates to shift.
It is May and I am still reminiscing on January.
In June I hope the fan in your room keeps you cool enough from the volcano that you are.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
We played blackjack taco until the early mourning sun singed the obsidian sky into submission
singling the onslaught of dawn rising like ravishing wildfire over a horizon of jagged glacier crafted mountains peaked with diamonds coal and gold
We flipped stacks and stacked flips
Pushed coins and collected IOUs
Spilled ink and broke pens
Too many hours in the Night Jazzing about youth and the repercussions of aging in a time when aging was an agonizing sin we cured with creams and needles
The table was deliberately a mess with scattered tea leaves half smoked sticky icky sticks full of inspired inspirations, drained drank empty wine bottles and other alcoholic deviances, and incoherent ramblings cauterizing the senses
uncompleted poems full of scribbled and scratched out words poke out from anyplace not covered by crumpled origami cash resting like a weird paper green zoo of swans frogs and paper airplanes.
The suns rays manage to find that one area in between the window shades and curtains to shine brilliantly into our darkly kept stygian tomb
Illuminating a night of lexicon ****** broken handed betting, and passion only poets and writers aspire to conquer
We rubbed out our sleepless crusted eyes and gathered our ink stains and haunted dreams and left into the morning that we found in some skeletol low rent motel room on the side of this deserted desert highway...
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 7:54 AM UTC
Break
my <3
&
I'll
break
your
****** spine.
I'll curb
stomp
your mind
right back into
the gutter
it was hiding in.
&
I'll kick
your lie- leaking
teeth in.
Guess all the
Cut cauterizing,
Lemon- juice,
bathtubs
I bled-out
in.
Messed me up.
My bad for messing around
with
a ***** up.
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 2:03 PM UTC
we are not human
we are beyond
all that fits into strands of dna
we are a phone call away and just at the beginning
writhing with excitement that plays like anxiety. we are the nervousness
that turns the body right left and left right left before introducing us to becoming asleep. we are the narrative to the lives of others. our passwords don't match but I refuse to let popular radio dictate our lives. we've ****** ourselves red and sweet, cauterizing our moral wounds with *** and sensuality. we scuba dove in the bedlam of ***** intrigue where I drank the pulse of your fingertips into mid-morning blackouts.
I don't know what you do, but I bleed foreign tongues. I mince words and reconnect them, the Swedes would be proud. Inside the ribs, beyond our teenage skin, between us we are always something better going unchecked but never unnoticed. we have been enlightened, summoned, and have three unchecked voicemails that we will lie about listening to should we ever be confronted about it. I don't ever want to be readdressed by consciousness, I am unhappy there and here
the Power lines
Under
unto us both
we may never meet those quondam girl and boy bent by prurient looks
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
In the incandescence of this empyrean nocturnal rhapsody
A remarkably rare yet, aureate creature appeared before me
From nightfall until daybreak she smoothly crooned an infinite array
Of enamorous symphonies to which I naturally could not abstain
A subtle spark of ardency was cast upon my sauntering pneuma
Inundating me into a catalepsy of which I zestfully fancied
Her charisma suckered me in with ease, illuminating my euphoria
Masquerading my pervasive mourning, cauterizing it to ashes
Each lyric alleviates the suffering that I have so hazardously acquired
Every note speaks to me in a language unknown to the community
The tasteful euphonies that perspire, carefully assuage my heart
I raised not a finger nor did I enunciate a single word or syllable
Her musical prowess completely squandered me with passion
Jauntily I danced to the cadence of the beat scouring my veins
Ceaselessly I could bathe in the essence of her bubbling sound waves
Never shall this finely crafted music pause, It shall remain on replay
Aug 27, 2011
Aug 27, 2011 at 1:21 PM UTC
Minutes passing
Continual Eyeing
Pulse pumping
Heart Jumping
Fingers Tapping
Clock Watching
Vision Scanning
Anxiety Climbing
Clock Stopping
Sudden Stabbing
Heart Bleeding
Joy Fleeing
Thoughts Cauterizing
Time Healing
Well they weren't worth it
Anyway..............................JMF 10/11/14
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
There are barely memories left untainted
A childhood cut short
A trusting soul shredded with each stolen touch
Still now, after a lifetime of living,
Of forcibly refusing to be nothing,
Of overcoming everything
Remnants seep through the skin
From the depths of demon's lair
Distant cackles mock the resurgence of nightmares
Scouring pad scrubbies only removed skin
The stink of it remains
Filling every pore
Escaping in a sigh, infectious by design
Time heals nothing
It protects the broken pieces
Masking them behind affection & other surface emotions
The jagged edges of the memory of pain
Still violate innocence
Still ruin a smile before it is born
Used as brutal warnings,
They are jabbed straight through a heart trying desperately to heal
At the first sign of affection, the pain awakens
At the first sign of attachment, it skins the heart alive
Angered at defiance, it burns like molten metal
Scraping at the hardened crevasses of the mind
Searing pain in hidden dreams
Cauterizing the memories open
Reliving the blade time has dulled
Never allowed to love
Even if it's make-believe
Twisted sounds of tinkling music boxes
And the distant laughter of demons
CACKLE AND HISS
Cackle And Hiss
cackle and hiss
Muted into a familiar rhythm
Underlying the complacency of life
Only to scorch a soul into nightmares
When the heart dares to feel
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
you said you had never
seen a girl who could drink
***** straight from the
cheap plastic bottle
its slow burn cauterizing
my mental wounds
allowing me to feel
comfortable about my
self, my body
entwined in sticky arms
under
the covers
and i said
i was not as green
as my missing four years
would encolor me
flushing my cheeks-
bare, words bare-boned
on your bare chest
fingers weaving
reassurances
through firey hair
but what i kept
close, behind closed
chapped lips
forbid to let slip
from cigarette-
burned lungs
was that never
had i ever
been nestled
so
close
to another fledgling
and yet
it felt
so natural to me
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
I'll kiss you until your heart pounds,
clenches,
throbs,
pumping embers through your veins until every capillary glows.
I'll kiss you 'til there is nothing but white hot pain
melting your lips,
cauterizing your wounds,
until every hole in your heart is sealed.
And your ashes spell out my name.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
What is it that makes me bleed profusely?
I search for this plank in my eye... sawdust?
Like the grains of sand and gravel, subtly,
We then subconsciously blink to adjust,
Avoiding an unfortunate sully.
Blood had spewed everywhere as if a splash!
Blinded and beneath waves of sultriness,
Boiling and cauterizing subtle wounds,
This juxtaposition of subtle pain.
Pain has always been subtle, always has.
Like the way your glasses broke into shards.
I have always known these fragments of glass.
Never blood, sand, gravel, sawdust, a plank.
But your subtle beautiful concussion.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
My heart is trapped
Tapped by your venom
Cut with your idioms of imitation love
You were never capable of anything
Other than plunging your dagger deep within
Severing my veins of love, compassion, and self-worth
My spirit cried for you,
My heart sang for you,
Your eyes burned an inferno of kerosine
Calling mine beautiful
I was your magical creature
And you were my devil
You were an artist, carving
An intricate design of yourself on me
Cauterizing yourself within who I am
Just let me freeze
One day of being who I want without you
Never again do I want to see your face
Spelling your name in poems
Wishing you would disappear
I wish you nothing but...
My personal hell
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
I am an empty thing
hollowed out by time
devoid of your love
I am pulling you out by the roots
grabbing fistfuls of memories
burning away the dead flesh
cauterizing my broken skin
I will exterminate the spiders
making webs of all that you said
I will not be convinced again
not even by the phantom of you
that stayed when you left
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
In crisp, golden veined perfection
We accept your semi-sharp edge
You are not a harbinger of cold
But more a cauterizing cure for summer wounds
Without your tough love we would be blind sided
January would cut deep and quick
Pulling what breath remained into ice
Lungs frozen in mid-sentence
No, dear autumn, you are a rotten balm
Blanketing tender roots with the dead
No wonder we don masks in your beginning
Mourning the loss of those near and dear the day that follows
Morning walks become more brisk
A sweated brow welcomed with relief
From rosy cheeked breezes
A sun that no longer warms
Merely giving light for the coming darkness
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
With utter apathy
Atrocities spewed forth
Cauterizing the heart closed
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
Hatred pours out hotly
burning away sympathy
reducing tolerance
in a bright flash
that is nearly ********
And that's the lie of it
Exercising hatred makes it
stronger
Breathes new life to it
sometimes a life of its own
and exhaling that burn
sears things within
cauterizing the heart
turning free will to ashes
Hatred leads to ignorance
it stems from fear
and wallows in indulgence
Who would want to live in it?
But it is so easy
to just ignore the signs
of the slow death of the mind
throttled in hate
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 1:12 PM UTC
A wind glides across the brow
A cauterizing of the brain has begun
A cool rushes forth and fills the body
Lips bubble out no words
Sensations no longer linger
A solemn pit fills your heart
Silence fills the soul
Buss, we must.
Death is with us.
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
Out in a cabin in the back
woods once again
what speaks louder that words
are my words and the masses just whisper.
Rabbits **** bears,
timber
exoskeletons
crack, porcelain
underbrush
surrenders, those red strings
nudge me
to acknowledge it,
the Shakespeareans are creeping in on purpose,
i've tried too hard to please this hardwood floor.
Excuses: I am--
--walking on the body of a
violin
--measuring the plucked
requirements of the craft,
a melodic one.
--forgetting my voice.
I met your envelope
of panic
switch--vapor lights
staring down on my skin.
Pink elephants
bound on crosses strung up in red
--you stitched their brick hearts.
I was welded
to the screen door by the touch
of a one-way street,
epidemic voices are farming the cure for salvation before our cauterizing
muzzle flashes
--the outline of your fleeing justice.
I smell rain and why I fell in love with you,
--you never write when you're angry
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 7:20 AM UTC
Do you believe in love at first sight?
The explosion of light in endless night.
A warm outpour of glow in the dark,
Yellow, pink, and green living sparks.
All raining down on a dying heart,
Cauterizing where it's been ripped apart.
Do you believe that hands can heal?
Filling spaces between fingers that refuse to feel.
Sending out a shock in a single caress,
Up the spine to a brain that must confess,
That feeling isn't so bad with someone other,
Touching the skin of an electrified lover.
Do you believe in the impossible?
An emotion so fierce and unstoppable.
Also soft in the most peculiar way,
Able to brighten the darkest days.
A feeling so great it could only come from above,
Do you believe in love?
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
step 1: don't.
we all know words are alcoholic,
they can burn and they can treat,
I've gotten drunk on a moment, on a kiss
on the thin waist of a working man--
there's no use in wishing, on changing substances,
you can't domesticate a bear and tell her not to hunt
hope water will disinfect,
treat with pages out of a book, stitch cuts with sentences,
we all know words wound as much as they heal
try cauterizing with ink or
bandaging with i love you
you'll quickly learn that you are not a healer, you are a bartender,
you serve the vices, flip the switch, change the songs, pick up the drunks,
turn water in whiskey? turn whiskey into water.
help a man, hold him close, wake up and make love
clear a table, clear a mind, open a door,
leave the glass.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
Illuminating the darkest chasms
Within the labyrinth
Of my mental construct
In the most lustrous colors
- You paint my soul;
with brush strokes unspoken of
heretofore & forevermore
I smoldered along the inferno
But you make me glow
Incisive as red hot knives
Cauterizing me to the hollow core
My twin flame personified
Guided by the Eye of Apollo
The fire crescendos bright but
Can we still burn tomorrow?
The comfort of being vulnerable
Something I’ve never known
Permeating the fabric of reality
From which we’re both shorn
In this abstraction I am magnetized;
Canvassed by your sanguine fashion
You’re a force of nature so I energize
Being your equal and opposite reaction
Mesmerized; when we synchronize
In utmost harmonious passions,
It intensifies the butterflies
Multiplying in my abdomen
Did I mention, my thirst for you is
Unquenchably vivacious? It’s like I’m Tantalus,
Stuck on the cusp & you’re the pool
I’ll always long to drink from
I crave your vibrations;
Sensations on strings which I hang on
-Your every word reinforces
The advances I can’t play off of
It’s not happenstance; Fates wove our path
Admirance enchanting our perspective
You’re in my reflection and suddenly
I’m projected to a different dimension
The sky splits then I’m wondering
If this is truly ascension
Flying on the wings of Icarus;
Longing to plunge your furthermost depths
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 6:37 AM UTC
I come
From the puddles of tears, mosaics of scars,
these glaring cracks in between
your perfect life,
mocking shadows cast by the street lights of
your corporate world.
I breathe
Fire, transforming rage,
lusting lips that
touch and dance
sing and bridge
cauterizing gaps in the heart and soul
melting between us.
I live
in the downtrodden, in the shame
of the man who made 2nd place again...
in your heart of hearts where
you weren't the one,
aren't desired, and
felt forlon
I dance
Where your fear consists only of
loving me not beating me,
kissing me, not calling me ***
listening, instead of hushing my
lips, excitement, heart -
most of all my spirit,
telling me who to be.
I am
A resuscitated catastrophe
trapped in this
prison of privilege and assumption
where affect is a key that opens doors
but can't get me out of this cell
without compromising
my identity.
I am.
I come.
I breathe.
I live.
I dance.
I am.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC