"consumation" poems
My father gathered tinder from outside
and left the fire burning
as he disappeared upstairs.
My mother said goodnight.
Her fleece followed her
like Charlie Brown
away and up to bed.
The cheap green leather
where I sat
felt shiny and thin
and big enough for two.
My other half I imagined
tucked up and dreaming of me
wrapped as one
and breathing in her breath.
There’s something in the fire wood
side by side
two twigs have met
in flaming consumation.
All that remains is death.
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
So
I'm not
That independent woman
who doesn't need no man
In fact I'm feeling lost
though you my friend most boldly state
the truth that God completes
Something competes
it reaches first
and informs my heart of missing parts
Despite my fear in this debate,
it may soon be too late
as all contracts heap amidst the pyre
where Time burns
upon the Earth's last fire
mock marriage ends in conflagration
to be replaced by Consumation
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
If I listed out all of the things that have
Tripped me up
And troubled me
Truly my dear
You would never stop pitying me.
Take me backwards around that stop sign I split
My legs churn counter clockwise
To the backyard as kids
But I can't find a moment that will fit
The description
Of the happiness I sought as a prescription
And over took my kind
As an addiction.
I have to find the exact formula
To improvement
Because I can't keep living
In this whirlwind disaster
That has only begun to spin faster.
I have fallen into a
Petrifying and paralyzingly vortex;
The consumation of my years spindling around me.
I am wound in
Sloppy rings,
Sticky with sap and
Last nights spilt wine.
I've grown into where I will remain now,
Regardless of personal preference.
Mostly I can settle for my comfortable domain
Of limited know-how;
But when my tongue trips
And my knees scrape on
Every protruding corner
I will remember
I am only living,
Hidden behind callouses
Of all those spitfire falacies
I was gullible enough to perceive.
my bark has turned more
Into a disapproving grumble
When another inevitable wave
Comes to throw me under
In the tides of my troubles.
Perhaps I've grown accustomed
To the briney water rushing towards my ankles
And the gust that carries cold droplets
Across my hot, red face.
Let us jealously applaud
For those who trod on
Our aspirations,
And smile coyly knowing
We didn't let their
Questioning faces
Phase us.
****
I grew up."
I wish I didn't say that so much.
At twelve I was twenty-five and
At twenty-five?
Well,
We'll get to that
if we can.
Regardless
I know that nothing's going to give me back
Here,
now,
My short time. with
you.
Deep breaths only multiply the weight
Of the question that's lingering in my chest.
I rise,
Against the counteractive distraction
Of avoidance.
I hear the words come out in short blurbs like a stop motion cartoon,
"So...excuse me mister,
there's uh,
something I've got to do."
I'm stumbling up to your room
And betting
On the mood
And the moon.
C.e.M.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
Bruised hips and lips
dragging themselves desperately
endless sensual friction
*******
smacking
crude, raw
stay true
to the muse of our generation
we were never taught
to share what we're given
precious garbage
spewed out of consumation
a spiral of artistic fury
the scratch of losing your voice
the voice that once
harmonized with lies
washed out external flame
burn bridges you've never crossed
for fear of humiliation
embers branding sin
into skin
slick like sticky fingers
groping bodies for a grip
to pull yourselves out
of the hell
called introspection
you are a moonlit chaotic mind
on the roots
forming roads to that which we lost
I've held my muse
kissed the lips that mumble
my melodic lullaby
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 5:29 PM UTC
Have you ever felt that heart wrenching pain
throbbing inside you as the one thing it lives for saunters away?
Have you ever suffered the consumation of dread
dawdling into the fragments of your shattered heart?
Have you ever felt the darkness and despair creep over you
Devouring your every thought, desperately trying to feast upon your whole being?
Have you ever felt the desire for the agony to overwrite your worthless existence
begging for it to demolish every bit of you?
Like if it were to happen
you would sigh a great breath of relief, hopelessly embracing the sensation?
That's how I felt about you
the moment you growled those insensitive words at me
leaving me to crawl into my own defenition of disquest.
That is how you selfishly left me behind
not caring how that would affect me,
how that abandonment would break me.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
It's now time to say goodbye and bid each other farewell
we may yet see one another again perhaps, who can tell?
The paths of our life often cross over familiar ground
and so in the days of our lives those memories hound.
How sweet life seems when everything goes well
but when misfortune strikes it becomes like hell.
The experience of life always has an opposite side
and things we once valued most no longer provide.
When we turn our back to love the heart inside us does shrink
and the vacuum created there will cause many to reach a brink.
In certain matters of love we're all found to be a little wanting
but then the true object of all our love is the most demanding.
If love comes our way the world seems full of joy
and each moment feels as if it's a wonderful ploy.
The grace of love is quite blissful while it does last
and the pleasure of the beloved is the main repast.
Everyone in the world has at least one tale of love to recite
regardless even of their situation and any condition despite.
Whether it be one of woe that only brings sadness to the heart
or one that's joyful relating of lovers who are no longer apart.
The phenomenon of love is the story of an ever ongoing human saga
with a broken or joyous heart many people sing about as their raga.
Its consumation lies in the fulfilment of love with lover and beloved
and the glory of this end only those brave enough have discovered.
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 7:26 PM UTC
What are your demons that keep you awake?
The smile on your face that you grimly fake.
The howling call of 3 AM will beckon.
Claiming your sanity, despite what you reckon.
Do your demons lie in the reflection of the mirror?
The consumation of your trials and fear.
That no matter the reason, it's clear in your eyes.
That the mirror will only conjure your lies.
Perhaps your demons dwell inside of your head.
Emerging as thoughts as you lie in bed.
Despite your reassurance, it's easy to see.
Your ego can't accept what you turned out to be.
So lie to yourself, keep saying you're fine.
And keep walking your carefully scripted line.
But the demons know all, and will tear you apart.
Because yours reside in the center of your heart.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
I craved this monent,
longed for it,
dreamed a dream made reality. ...
Hold me again & let us retrace our sensational embrace.
You're intoxicating scent lingers on the sheets.
Your weight shadows where you've lain atop of me.
Impressions of your hand print echo in my mind,
I remember you...
I can still feel you....
I'm still breathing heavy,
trembling too from our consumation...
I'm drifting off
but I can't help smiling as you wrap your strong protective arms around me.
So this is what peace & safety feels like
wrapped up in our
Lustful love!
Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC