"choken" poems
your a pretty girl in platinum, anyone tells you, your not. You've got the football team just crake em'.
Like that **** don't matter, you'll forget about it when life is served to you, on a silver platter.
you smile in all your pitchers, but you've got all of them fouled. because behind closed doors your broken, and inside you feel like your choken'
You've got the chance to be the best, but inside your just like the rest.
Life's not fare, not what its all cracked up to be.
You watch as your mom forgets you dad's infidelity.
Your brothers never home, he left when he was old enough
leveeing you to pick up the ruff stuff.
He smokes to much duch in the bathroom, acts out, schools about to call your dad soon.
Your mom reads the note you wrote, se calls you out and pushes you down.
Sais if you ruin the face of the family, they'd never find your body.
Because of this, you feel death is your best option.
The way out its in the bathroom, take a few pills you'll be dead soon.
your running a race but you'll never finish it. But all your doing is trying to save face.
Now I'd like o take this moment, to tell you to take a bow, weight for the call of the Curtin, because you've fouled them all, they never knew you were hurtin'
After all this you come out alive.
Because some kid saw it in your eyes.
Remember that kid you watched get pushed to the ground, he knew that you were feeling numb and you really had no one.
the kid stud up for you when he never even knew you, he stood up because he really hoped you would come out of it, and be above it....but you never woke up, in your head you had enough, your mom cant see It because she's to busy trying to be 'it'. your dad doesn't notice you, and your brother doesn't even know you, so who can blame you for wanting to duck out?
cant say it agene ill see you when I don't want to pretend.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
What keeps me happy makes me happy,
can get me blue than slaps me, lastly aske me,
What happened at sea?
Connecting closer and closer to you and you,
it's easy to lost sight of the light that's brought you to,
walking through the valley of doom,
with a capital V for vicious, vastly,
and the various moon;
I was swept to my back by the scariest broom,
left breathless, meat of my body unstressed
and stretch less for the world to consume.
Woken up my throats choken up
from all this rough spoken stuff, though
none was really spoken to me but
rath spoken through me, while thinking
I'm being consumed when I was only consuming.
Earth - yes I get a bit gloomy and ********** sue me!
But all you'll get is what I've given to ya,
the beauty of the moon, sun, land and the blue sea.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
Winds bellowed angry hymns
but braving choirs she stood,
In the monastery with windows broken
inside the monk’s dark hood.
The shattered blues, sunny golden,
colored glass lay hidden, choken.
Gasless cars lay indisposed,
stuck in quicksand; growing cold.
Blood ****** in blackest charcoal night
and empty tanks lie heavy in the heart.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
He'd only been gone for a few hours when I started to wonder
if we'd said out last words to one another
"...but you're awesome" still ringing in my ears,
reminding me that I wasn't.
The next time, we said goodbye without words -
tangled, sleepless, uncertain
painful and incomplete.
I boarded an airplane across an ocean
while he walked off
into another life.
Until finally, I know, rather than wondering about
this goodbye, ultimately, probably, unfinished
and yet -
"I hope we can stay friends"
we lied through out teeth
Trying to pretend it didn't hurt so much.
The last words we'd said to one another hung there
suspended by the weight of the ones I hadn't.
Bowled over, suddenly -
I began to remember who I was
Though who I was was no longer who I'd been.
The light was still growing in the morning
My mother gripped her shoulder, rousing with gentle shakes
Her first words, a chorus of moans -
the twisted agony of living.
Holding crepe paper hands, we cared in trivial words
Telling stories, sitting close, trying not to press too hard.
Every piece of her hurt.
Every piece of me hurt too -
"We should sing..." I whispered, as if to speak aloud
would end the spell holding us in that moment.
Choken and throaty with grief, half-remembered melodies emerged.
Birds to the waiting ears of my grandmother,
paper-thin and sponge-watered, crying out in hurt.
Dying is easy - it's living that's hard.
And with every line, I wondered
what my last words to her would be.
As the hour grew near and I rose to leave,
I stepped close
I kissed her papery cheek
I looked into her half-closed eyes and promised,
"I love you".
And through the haze of time and space,
in spite of every other word she'd lost, my grandmother
gasping and starting -
replied "I love you".
And love,
raw and peaceful and vulnerable and frail and desperate love
Holds onto our hands, softly singing
while we die.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
Don't fear the unknown atomsphere.
Who birthed thee earth?
The devil or god's work?
A mental nervous breakdown of complete beserk.
A heart unwilling to be broken.
Refuse to get choken.
Second hand smoking.
Forever always hoping.
You were a scholar of wisdom.
Mom thought you were a ***
Just because money you didn't have none.
She is stupid, blind, deaf, & dumb.
Dad your absence made me sad.
Each other's company we no longer had.
Her divorcing you was wrong & bad.
It made me angry & mad.
The old bitter hag is glad.
You were a good man.
You used to drive a white van.
The old crone kicked you out, & had you banned.
She still screams & shouts.
She is the one who should've been banished.
To disappear & vanish.
You didn't own your own land.
But you were always willing to lend a helping hand.
He never had many plans.
Arizona was where you ran.
I guess the she is both someone we couldn't stand.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
he tried to pull me on the bottom. but i don't wanna to be choken.
i wanna fly like a butterfly,
i want to enjoy my life.
he tried to push me in the darknest.
but i don't wanna to be lost.
i wanna be in lightfull,
i wanna be in love
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC