"choker" poems
He fell in love with a walking hurricane
Putting a face to heartache as a name
She had a war going on inside her brain
She never knew that he'd love her all the same
'Cause fractured pieces
Can still make art
And wine will never cure a mistake
But choker chains
Made out of self restraints
Were worn by this runaway train
She was a runaway train
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
Once again I wore my spiked choker and wristband today
I haven't worn them in a while
Because everyone thinks I'm depressed when I wear them
But I realized I don't care what people think of me
I'm not hollow like I was the last time I wore this
So that is all that really matters
This is my little symbol of rebellion
Against hatred
To say to those who prejudge me and hate me:
F!ck you
I'll do whatever the hell I feel like
Your approval is not needed
I'm happy dressed this way
That's all that matters
I encourage everyone to have a little bit
Of that "F!ck You Attitude" today
Just little symbols of rebellion
Draw a black X on your wrist today
In black ink
If you support
Being yourself regardless what people think
And through this little ink symbol
Though apart in miles
We will be united in spirit
Be YOU :)
X
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
Sitting here,
wishing she
were here,
In this chair-
on my lap,
straddling me.
Choker on,
wearing a skirt;
pink lace thong
Hair combed long
no shirt on
tats; jet black lace her back
Gently kissing her neck,
she slowly lick her lips,
But, the rest is
all mine...
Her soft skin
rubbing against mine
goosebumps run up her hand
then scatter through her spine
Thin *******
turning me on
intensely
I need her energy
immensely
Her senses
sense me
her scent
attracts me
The rough material of my jeans
Rubbing against her ****
Buckles your knees
I can feel it
The more I move
the tighter she squeezes it
the stare in her eyes
is her invitation
to my demise;
I have
arrived.
Moaning
as she grinds,
absorbing all her vibes
rubbing herself against my thighs-
Leaving her wetness as my prize
Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 7:42 PM UTC
I. you don't even know who you are yet, but you still have to stand on top of buildings and scream what you stand for. people won't hear your values unless you write it on their skin and tattoo it into their minds, so that’s what you’ll do.
II. you aren't vain or stupid for idolizing singers with blonde hair and blue eyes, because they look like you, and yet they’re strong and beautiful. it’s okay when you connect to their music then you connect to your favorite boy band. they’ll teach you how your resident ******* means nothing compared to you. they’ll teach you how to winged eyeliner, and how to put your hair in a messy bun. they’ll teach you a new love for songwriting and you’ll probably want to start playing guitar, but the biggest thing is that you relate to them and they give you confidence.
III. wear your ******* choker and straighten your hair (or leave it wavy if you’d rather). wear your dark eyeliner and cover your eyelashes with mascara. if you want to wear blue knee high socks, please do. keep your hipster shoes untied if you want. ignore the ******* who thinks you look nice but not in the right way, and go buy that dark lipstick you've been wanting for weeks.
IV. don’t trust the people that tell you Taylor Swift has too many boyfriends, and that Beyonce dances too ****** they are the people that will criticize you for wearing a crop top and ripped jeans. they’ll pull you out of math class to change out of your short shorts, and you’ll be forced to watch as the boys you were ‘distracting’ succeed in class while you’re crying in the middle of the night trying to catch up.
V. take more pictures of the scenery. those pink clouds you thought were pretty deserve to be photographed, so do it. they won’t always be around and you have to follow your instincts sometimes. stop taking so many pictures at concerts. they don’t really mean anything to you, and it’s more important to listen to the music that helps you breathe. cry when they sing your favorite song, and feel your dreams expanding as you watch.
VI. please take care of yourself. when you need help, ask for help, or everything will spiral out of control too quickly. get enough sleep and stick up for yourself when you’re being pushed down. stop caring what other people think, because you’re really the only one that matters. when you’re sad go do what makes you happy, because even if it doesn't make you grin from ear to ear it will help. always remember to love yourself before you let someone else love you.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
Feels so good, can’t believe that this is legal
Quench my thirst, I might need a refill
Moving your hips to make it jiggle
“Throw it back” makes you so lethal
Body language exposing your demeanor
Don’t stop, we need to finish the mission
Got you wrapped around my finger
You’re so fine you’re a s-x symbol
Hop on top, watch you go hard
Show me that special lotus trump card
Ride so wild, it caught me off guard
Foreplay crazy, place you in a choker
Got you stretching doing yoga
Too loud, we waking up the locals
Baby wait, this is becoming explosive
Reset position, time to flip you over
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
i fall asleep in the a.m. hours with my necklace holding my veins together, tight enough to remind me of your fingers interlocking in the very same place.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Be not the Clown,
But the Joker.
Don't wear the pendant,
Wear the choker.
Please, take your time,
But only if you hurry.
However, do not stress,
Unless I tell you to worry.
**** yourself,
But **** me first.
Believe in fortune,
Believe you're cursed.
Look good in white,
Look great in black.
Come here tomorrow,
and never come back.
Vote one way and please vote the other.
Hate your rival, yet love their mother.
Take down notes and burn them all away,
Collect the ashes and do your chores for the day.
You gotta be smarter,
But you better be dumb.
Play the violin,
But bang the drum.
And the most important thing of all
Is to never take anyone's advice EVER.
- Because everyone on God's green Earth
Think they're so **** clever.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC
She had eyes like a crater,
Innocent as any girl could be.
I think she had some bruises when I met her,
But it never seemed to deter me.
I chased her like a dog chasing tails,
Was only then I started to notice her ***** nails.
And then those Yellow eyes,
Blue and Yellow never look pretty to my mind.
She belled me with croaky breathes of air,
I rushed to her house shook and scared.
She was slumped against a wall with the choker she used to wear,
Strapped around her arm and specks of ***** in her hair.
She's got track marks like a craters,
Darkness lay dormant in her soul.
A once natural and elegant Beau,
Now alone in the world of ****** and Blow.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
Sitting here, yearning for her presence,
my soul aches with longing, for her essence.
In this chair—her body a silhouette in twilight,
straddling me, a vision of pure, unspoken delight.
Choker tight, a midnight ribbon of allure,
a skirt that flirts, pink lace, mixed with passion and allure.
Hair cascading like a raven's song,
bare skin exposed, where ******* belong.
Tattoos like a poem etched in black lace,
each curve a verse,
each line eye trace.
Soft kisses I place,
caressing her face,
her back arches,
her patience quakes,
watching her lips part, a slow, sensual spark,
she may lick her lips,
But, the rest is all mine.
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 9:21 PM UTC
Depressed, suicidal, numb,
repeat and smile
because you believed in polyamory.
About a week ago,
she said she loved me.
About a week ago,
she had him coming.
My girl with the black lace choker.
Bang Bang--
No holster.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
Freely accepted, constraints that bind
The senses can free the mind.
And so I knelt before her latitude.
Her choker became the horizon,
The light from her eyes a silent beatitude.
“What do you feel?” asked the voice of the wind.
I tried to answer, lips rapt and spellbound,
Eyes questing, but made no sound.
Enlarged by desire, encircled by pain,
I felt the fire and the rain.
I watched the walls of the room
Dissolve into clouds
As a crack in the sky beckoned,
Opening wide.
I was pulled upward into a swelling storm
And watched all around as I climbed
A mirror world form,
Like the universe rhymed.
Then calm. I found myself at a steely gate.
A sign read “The Labyrinth of Language.”
The path began straight
Then forked into uncountable branches.
Words took shape and tried to dance
But hung
Captive on my soundless tongue.
They have remained there ever since.
Free them, goddess,
Let these words find flight.
Take them from the shadow of my tongue.
Release them into your luminous night.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
woof spirit of wolf
tails wags not sign of amity
choker chain needed
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
you wear your ulterior motives around your neck like a no
ose or a beaded choker you know you have weird style yo
u don't need reminding its not supposed to hurt when ****
boys with high libidos take and break but you've got eyes
that remind them who's in control they think you're *****
y and whatever you totally are it's okay to howl at the mo
on every once in awhile they'll make you want to slide into
a sinkhole or be swallowed in the soft wet soil but you've
got a hidden agenda for when you smile the sun shines bri
ght no one can deny a witch like you when you sing for ma
ma earth your soft skin makes plants grow what's a minor
heartbreak when a tsunami could wash away an entire vill
age at least you have patience
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
In the briar meadow
Where the wind swings long and low,
Is the memory of a hidden path
Little women may not know.
The rancid smell of Crimson paint
Of Cupid's Scarlet Bow,
Scars its victim one by one,
A branding iron's foe.
It seals the fate of little girls
Before they come to be,
Who hide themselves to kindly peek
Upon the doe of The Briar Patches' knee.
The sweet sweet savor of blackberries
Growing wild along the lane
Delay return as all consumed
The berries from Orchid Lane.
The Whisper of the Willow Trees
That hide the Sacred Kiss
Loft the Billowing Sounds
Of a young lovers' hopeful wish.
But fate has never faltered
A Secret only the Willow know,
Why the Holy Crimson stain
Drips upon the Briar's doe.
Now the Garden only fills
The air of aged chills
Of a yearnings' life that only once
Thorned it's lovely ills.
Scarlet hushed the haunting Whispers
Made upon the Briar's Patch
While Cupid's proof kept itself softly
Far beneath the Willow's match.
Scarlet's quilted choker
Swinging in the breezy wind
Tell the blessed beauty's life
Of a dearly devoted friend.
Life once so treasured,
Now so very long ago
Leave the only trace upon The Garden's Lot
In the evenings' glow.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
A command the neck hugging necklace was given
.....Chok(h)er.....
Believing the suffocation will comfort her fears and insecurites
....Chok(h)er....
A dazzle is distress is it's appropriate title. Secretly, into her skin it is driven.
....Chok(h)er....
Believing it has the right to silence her nerves that desire to warn her of their up coming death
....Chok(h)er....
Innocent in charm, it convinces her neck and brain to go numb. Her voice now hidden
....Chok(h)er....
Soon to be mute, this man made design, confined to her neck
....Chok(h)er....
Is the unseen burden she carries. This chain of confinement should be forbidden
....Chok(h)er....
This piece of dark fashion, shows its goal loud and crystal clear
So why are people blinded?
For it is called...
The Choker...
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
I can thread it through my fingers
Running it in between my fingers
Going over the material of events
Perpetually stargazing what went wrong
Maybe because we were both Scorpios
That's why it didn't work out
Our stingers would both fight for supremacy never getting along
I was always debating every possibility every wrong turn every right turn
Hell even the left turns and the right turns and the U turns
I always wanted to have a plan A
And C
And B
And Z
But I know that even with all of my plans I still had the main plan to love you
So much so
That I loved you better than I ever loved my cracked reflection
The lines spreading out from my eyes
Grazing my throat like a choker that always fit too snuggly
Seeing you is like seeing a quicksilver flash
Just pain and happiness holding hands and dancing in a circle
Making love in sweet July rain
You were always the crashing thunder
I was always the lighting
Illuminating what you never wanted to show me
Because you put me in a glass case
Not because you thought I was delicate
Too delicate for this world
Or because I was a shining object graced by time
You were putting me behind that door
So when you walked away I wouldn't be able to follow
Locked away to be stared at whenever
Avoided after
But I think you forgot
We both kinda forgot
That lighting strikes back
And when I finally got fed up with your ****
I destroyed that glass case
And handed you your *** and never gave you what you wanted
Which was funnily enough
Me
But I was tired of that and I got exhausted from always putting you first
So I decided to break it
And yes
It cut deep
But after everything I've seen
Those shimmering shards that drew my blood
Used it as paint on yet another one of life's canvases
Was worth it
So take as much as you need
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC
Body of a goddess
her features the oddest
that’s what makes her the hottest
she thought she knew love
until I teach her what a God is
I'm a preacher and a prophet
so when I reach her, I won’t stop it
pretty little eyes, they make my eye-max.
Thick thick thighs,
she makes my high max
I won't stop it, until she prospers
take the good with the bad and all the rest of her orders
like a gentleman, I let her *** first, then I switch up the orders
then give her comfort like her thumb hurts
**** in a dress, real pretty in my extra long t-shirts
make her feel so good, she'll never feel hurt
lovers before friends
so when it all ends,
we'll be right back
to where we begins.
She’s so bad,
that when she’s good,
she's Bad.
I'm kinda wishing
she would.
One in trillion,
best of a chosen few.
*** her in a bad way
she loves it when I do it that way.
Choker on with some high heels
So **** she's
given me the best of views
couldn’t imagine it any better
if I did it wouldn't trues
angel in the streets
under the sheets
she's a sinner
No trick or treats
finger licking good
she will eat,
sum good lovin
for dinner,
And whine
the whole time
until I
finally
deliver.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
losing you and it's effortless
redefining short and sweet,
a whiskey neat,
eight years, much shorter than the forever,
everyone's grand assumption feast,
wrongly assumed, love consumed,
making ***** of her and me
for believing,
and looking now,
as if it's almost
our own closing time,
the hour of our
just desserts
you lose yourself, asking yourself,
can a three legged stools
with two busted legs be
just merely rocky,
without another hand on the tiller~shoulder,
something
with haunting visions
of falling, failing, flailing,
down the stairs
victim of a stoning, or just ******
gravity, the Blackhawk down,
the string puller, the no-reason reason
the slow descent,
so effortless, glassine smooth at first,
barely noticed, shrugged away like a small bruise,
then you cannot help to stop and forgive the incessant
wondering of how we got,
the confusion contusions,
now body bejeweled resplendent,
everywhere, in everything
you were once
a rock, a star,
with all the answers to the questions
she was about to ask,
your arm punched,
attached to an affectionate smiling,
for the perfection of our mutuality of
knowing
was her rock,
and now, quietly,
this last piece of jewelry consists of
a necklace of stones,
a choker of
glass pebbles in both our mouths
wry cry
realizing that the
darkness cracks of
busted and rusted,
are voluminous surround sound silences
breaking up,
either side of
us
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Fuglene flyver kun fordi de brændes nedefra.
Og vi er teenagetragedier der sucker for elendighed.
Vi griber efter pigtråden og blodet minder os om dig.
"Jeg smager af galakser" sagde du, men bed mig.
Vores hænder stiger febrilsk fra undergrundens hjertetåge.
Ingen ser og ingen rækker deres hånd i frygt for afhængighed.
For blå øjne er farlige.
Det var sådan et drag at se dig.
Dyrke aliensex i mørket med mine fjender,
drikke kaffe med mine dæmoner, og selv dér var du rødvinssmuk.
Vodkaen smager af ensomhed.
På jagt efter den perfekte choker . På perfekt
I mine endeløse flugt fra det ordinære. Måske man skulle passe ind?
Men separatismen sidder i mine kindben.
Autistisk-sukkende strømmer blodet i mine smerteknuste vener.
Søgende efter varme, men med et nul graders hjerte der kun pumper anakroniske **** kan man ikke flyve.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
I am a disaster
Smokey eyes and dark lipstick
With a choker around my neck
I was choked all night
The panic attacks
The disappointment
The sadness
It just bursts
Into an uncontrollably cries
Maybe it’s the darkness
Maybe it’s the choker
Or maybe,
It’s just how I am
-s.f
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
You were the sudden taste of champagne on my tongue
you gave me a taste of my future
and gave me courage
making me explode with every feeling imaginable
You were the choker on my neck
restraining your emotions with a hint of humor
changing the past & making it present
You were the pencil in my hand
erasing everything I thought I knew about love and coming up with your own definition
You were the view from my window
giving me a peak into a curious, beautiful new world awaiting me the chance to explore
You were the fog after the storm
unknown & mysterious
causing me to wander
You were the puppeteer
putting on a show
with me as your puppet
only to leave within a matter of time
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
In ancient times the joker
buffoon, **** or dolt
Town fool, and choker
****** dunderhead, and dope
In every time and place
named, reviled and/or revered
Humor to the masses
Smiles, laughs, grins, and jeers
Where would I be
and how would I know
the fool that's fooling here
with wits not fast, but slow
lets have another
beer
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
There’s a burning in her eyes,
High reaching lace like a poison choker,
Hands around a swan’s throat,
She’s the type who would ****** the world,
Then break its neck,
But even then, she still spits poetry every time she speaks,
Everyone has their curses,
She hides hers in the darkness.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
i’m awakened by the
climb of the chime of your
mirror bell as you zip
above me like the shadows
of the golden metal that echo
in my ear.
but it seeps so strangely under
your clenched fists, as i watch
you pedal and ascend
one knee after another,
as sweat condenses on the
handles, and streamers sputter in the wind.
all i recognize you feel is blur,
and the substance we need
to pedal, fill your mouth and
choke muscle and tendon,
as our cartilage crammed turbines rise and fall
like the pant of your lung as you tricycle
away from the choker covalently
bonded to the first of all that matters.
yet we giggled - we snorted,
while printing the memory
on your chip as the disc swerved away.
rue had let you run over my
toes with our red.
you rose and fell over
the unseen ivory bones; and i pleaded for
a motion of cyclical squeeze more
potent than a chip and a
wheel gone awry.
such as our disc shattered
in two, i stooped on our
step with palm under arch,
limp from the stubs of nails
that bled out like thorn bush
creaking to the zip code that a
tricycle is no bicycle when one
wheel decides to drift away.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC