"daggered" poems
The gilded opening is terse and with age defined,
Locking away the pathway from a golden mind,
Hairlike roots of tiny letters form a braid,
Ficus-ing along stretching prongs of Purple and Jade,
Pushing they gather and spider around its ovate curves,
occasioning sprouts from cracks lips perturbed,
grammarized rain fertilizing delicate pods of flesh,
blossoming frosty lemon blooms of T's R's come to rest,
The bunched words hanging, dangling like grapes, of frailty,
dipping on fickle branches barely holding on to reality,
threatening to fall like daggered swords,
But alas are some silently whispered Jamaican words
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
There was a time telling my truth was hard,
Stuck between sinking or swimming looking for a lifeguard.
It was weighted, and heavy slowly pulling me down,
But I thought if I open my mouth, for sure I’ll drown.
That you wouldn’t hear me but find holes in my story,
Throwing Daggered questions at me as punishment in this reformatory.
I have the Vivid memories, I’ve tried to make blurry,
Then there’s backlash from the self appointed jury.
But You DO know hurt people, hurt people that’s a fact,
I’ve done my share of hurting, but no never that.
See I’m not on trial just telling my truth,
Trying to create a better future, One that protects our youth!
My hope is that by sharing “This happened to me”,
Helps you realize it was never your fault so stop feeling guilty.
Because I won’t let them discredit you, it doesn’t matter when it occurred,
We’re not speaking because we’re spoken too, we’re dying to be heard.
I’ve extended my heart to you with words cleverly placed,
With each line hope you feel my love in a tight embrace.
At first it’s hard not knowing how to push through,
But YOU ARE A SURVIVOR , I know because I’m a survivor too.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
Anna's kiss hit harder,
than most ****** climaxes--
left me stuttering,
sidestepping, scared of the
what's next?
Anna's hair on fire,
billowing smoke and
beckoning me to come in--
left me boiling,
bracing, barely conscious
of what's left?
Anna's bed of nails,
bled out and breathing--
left me dangerously
dumb, deaf
of what's she saying?
Anna's sharpened heels,
daggered the docile beige carpet--
left me sweating,
sighing, searching for further savior
in what are we?
Anna's black fingernails,
sunk into my shoulder--
left me lonely,
lusting, lashing in empty parking lot
now knowing,
rebirth requires a death.
Jul 3, 2011
Jul 3, 2011 at 10:18 AM UTC
strike my eyes lovely
for S. B.
by way of introduction,
when you have gone to confession,
freely admitting you have nothing left for others to harvest,
no seed to plant a new crop, and lies and laughter, interchangeable,
there is no poetry left, not even raisin scone crumbs,
one good friend informs that a forgotten five month old poem,
a computer has selected & resurrected, for distinction
so months later you snicker for you have been seriously
self-kicked away from writing, all your vocabularies,
trite and yellowed overused, and you read
really good poetry and are
slapped-seen-outed by the impoverishment of
your own no-winsome word-smithy,
no delusions, even this, but a-quick script, more a thank you note,
and it’s the only lasting quality is the
genuine nature of its intent
but the poem itself falls bottom of the cliff, short on quality,
a victim of your dissatisfaction
let me explain better
she messages you while the time difference works in her favor,
she reads while you sleep the sleep of the soul-exhausted,
she, scoffing at your claims of motivation deprivation,
as she cherishes this forgotten one,
with words that cannot be ignored
the poem**
strikes her eyes lovely
daggered, this morning phrase cannot go unchallenged
for this a compliment that any poet would
weep for, be inspired by, stung into action,
provoked, ego flattered and challenged to-do more-better,
what writer could want for anything more!
who can own this ability
accept this ultimatum of success, a cross-word crucification
to strike down lovely
the readers eyes, almost all once,
almost excuses me forever
for trying and failing so many times
you smile
but not in the chest where
lovely
needs to strike you
for if you cannot strike the readers eyes again and again, then...
let the moment gleam, and then disappear,
again and again, stored but not restorative
11/21/18
Miami
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC
I kiss upon your petals,
You kiss upon my scars,
If our love should be guarded,
Should we not both be guards?
You dissect me viciously,
I take you as you are.
I kiss you and say sorry that I'm breaking us apart.
God, I'm so ******* stupid.
The fellow you fancy is a figment of a feeble imagination.
An egotistical ****** with a heart of stone only pierced by your daggered eyes.
I wanted woefully to be that one for your love once.
I stood through senseless scrimmages to earn your satisfaction.
I played that part unceasingly seeking your acceptance.
But nevermore shall my strings be debauched by the pain of your plucking.
No longer shall I participate in pretending to be the man you make again.
Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 12:29 AM UTC
I wield this pen like an extension of my arm
The scalpel I use to carve your memory from my past
Erasing our history with the deft strokes
Of crossed T’s and dotted I’s
That makes you fade from my literature
But the bad taste of blood still lingers on my lips
From the cuts of every sharp word we spoke
Regurgitated like spears
Hurled at each other’s hearts
Leaving our throats raw and silent in their passing
While you stabbed me with a daggered glare
From glacial orbs that watched
As I swallowed my own sword
By dipping the quill in the ink well
And setting fire to your enemy encampments
When we two enemies had burned to the ground
The smoke and ash that remained
Was blown away like the sands of time
Until nothing remained but the scalpel
Gripped firmly in the bones of the hand
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 11:52 AM UTC
To arms! To arms! Arise thou stricken knave!
For merry mischief summons thee from rest;
Arise! Arise! The battle thou dost crave,
Hast struck thy heart like thunder in thy breast.
Put on the silken cloak embossed with gold,
Raise up that sword, equip the heavy shield;
Throw off thy weary battle-scars of old,
Onwards to war, and never shall ye yield!
Advance! Advance! Thy nemesis appears,
Wade thru the lesser men, brush them aside;
With battle drums a-ringing in your ears,
No friend or foe will tarry e'er thy stride;
Fear not the daggered eyes, the poisoned glance --
"Perchance my lady, would ye care to dance?"
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
Trees we hike dark coal
"Horror"
He whispers blade eyes
Cut her not to like
White drizzle wedding
ghostly take a hike
Her bare skin shivers
Knocking on heavens door
Those skinheads hit her floor
Life's cruel wicked costly
Silver bullets hit the smoking
potheads
Chattered teeth hearing sound's
He shifted so close desirable
( tasty mound's)
The Stranger Billy don't B fool
joker
Dark-love complicated **** it
Computer slammed her fingers
All Choked up Elvis twist
Deep-house music strangled rope
seated,
Touching a nerve dead-beat
Harvest-hair Rocky horror seat
Trembling in your
Rocking Chair
No flair black tears red tip check
of word fears
Elevated you deadly crumb's
in a row nothing to show
Blood was dripping
Someone's eyes pop-out fixated
Dark brain felt polluted
white chalked her stalked
You were being watched
Eye's stalked daggered
Rows and Rows
Cosmic dark Gothically
Webs caught in webs
black tears
satanically
Parasite horror website
Bood ***** bite
Loud drips from the sink
discolored
Wrinkled Hand's Slime Sticky
Her long neck lastly tricky
Rocky-Road yellow brick
lightly pricked Emerald city
Eye's melt fingers slipped
The poppy, eyes I tripped
He's no lover of mine cheaply.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
I’ve got my dad’s heavy silence.
My moms daggered heart.
I’m a bit unattainable, but you
can find me in my art.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
Surreal was the tone of the sky on Christmas night.
Navy and cloudless.
And the rain fell.
Lightly, drops of daggered ice.
Falling sharply.
Wet hair.
Not heavy.
Fresh as freedom came.
Spirits danced on air this Christmas night.
All was silent.
No cars.
No twenty four hour take aways.
The animals were hushed.
So silent.
And sleep came to me so easily,
Today I applaud Monday morning.
With it's morning glow and unaffected sky.
For today,
I live and breathe.
So quietly.
(c)LIVV
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
So what will I do
With my heart?
What will I do with it
Today
Or tomorrow,
How much does it owe,
(How much did it borrow?)
Is it daggered into my
Chest with ruby darts?
Is it butcher wrapped
In class-passed
Love notes,
Or shrink wrapped carnations?
Is it waiting around
For the perfect donation?
And what will I do with my head?
Is it getting bigger?
Will it slot into a shelf?
Is it killing me?
Will it fix itself?
What will I do with it
Next week,
Or next year?
Will it be William Blake
Or Edmund Lear?
(MRI:
blooms - blushes – stains,
This boy’s got roses
on the brain!)
And what will I do with my hands?
What will I do with them
For the rest of my days?
Will they stick to my lap?
Will they flutter away?
Will they get even worse
At unscrewing lids?
Will they shake sticks
at the neighbours kids?
What will I do with my body?
Will it see me through?
What will it do with me?
What will it do?
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
___: Who did you say you were again?
___: I told you once, we must embark
Now test your legs and jump my friend.
___: But it's so deep, and it's so dark
Are you so sure that this is right?
___: Remember when she laughed at you
I know you see her face at night
For all those bows and hearts you drew
What was it worth when it was done?
___: It's true, that ghost torments my eyes
I know I've lost but who has won?
Have I not time to say goodbyes?
___: Just say hello when you are there
It's not so hard, just take that leap
And fall with purpose, not with care,
You won't regret when your asleep.
___:Are you so sure?
___: Already said!
Can't you see I wouldn't lie
Can't you get that through your head
I know you know you want to fly.
___: And why should I believe in you?
___: Because my friend, we share a name.
___: I don't believe this can be true!
___: Believe it, friend, we are the same.
___: Then all you say, I say myself.
___: And now that you have realized
It's time to put life on the shelf.
___: Oh, why am I so mesmerized
Your voice is like a crystal bell;
Your hand is like an angels wings
And yet, I know it's sent from hell
Oh why, oh why, this siren sings?
___: It sounds so good and feels so right
And you and I, we both know why
It smells like daisies in the light
It tastes like homemade cherry pie.
The daggered rocks await your fate.
___: Those welcome terra-cotta homes
But don't they wait to mutilate?
___: But sing you songs and write you poems!
If I could take the words I spew
And make a flashing neon sign
Perhaps you'd see my words are true
And realize that it is time.
___: Please, don't do it!
___: I CAN'T do it!
___: I won't do it!
___: We've been through it!
___: Should I do it...?
___: See? You knew it!
___: Can I do it?
___: Always knew it.
Now nothing more is left unsaid
Our souls await that warm caress
It's time that you and me were dead.
This life is always so much less
___: To live would be my only crime
Oh god, I feel that awful lump!
___: Now lose your soul, 'cause it is time
Just jump, just JUMP, just JUMP, just JUMP!
[Exit Reality]
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 7:57 PM UTC
Retreating to the known and dangerous.
Easing into the normalcy of generated lines.
Letting the red tears run in place of the salt water ones.
Allowing myself to enjoy the comfort of pain.
Pain strikes but is welcomed at the gate.
Shutting out the emotions instead.
Eyeing them outside the window, wishing they would wash away.
Showing the mirror what I’ve done.
Under the black cloud of shame and guilt.
Creating a place of daggered walls and floors.
Kicking yourself just to make you learn.
Silently wishing for death to come.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
april's Dawn is all but Cold;
holding Not the paper Flag.
fragging Gatlings, slashing Throats;
throwing-over plaster Tanks.
tangled Rails have sailed off Coast,
coats have Hanged from dangled Rope.
boats have Sanquine........Daggered cloaks.
loco Motives don't hold Back.
but
Baggage claim has made me Choke.
coaches Host a stage of Battle:
Cattle prods n pods n Groves,
growing Pains of ancient Product,
Prada bags n drags of Smoke,
broken Cures of pure diSaster,
after Math n fractured Bones,
bowls of Ash n vats of Toxins,
Oxy masks n massive Tokes,
hopes oF Dank n thanks oF Cancer,
candid Land of sandy Coves,
evoking Cloves........n copacaBanas,
abandoned Cars n bars of Gold,
scolding Coals n soaking Flesh,
selfish Goals n loads of Chocolate,
"Charlies gotta rotting Soul."
swollen Chops n blocks of Engines,
wretched Thoughts of wrongful Justice,
"just this Once id like to **** it."
willful Whims n ***** Wonkas,
walking Fogs n falling Trenches,
wrenching Claws n talking Heads,
headless Worms n hordes oF Zombies--
robbing kleptic Leprechauns,
calming Storms n swarms of Locust,
hocus Pocus known as Magic,
dancing Trolls n tolls of Taxes,
Taxi cabs n scalpy Tickets,
ticking Clocks n crocks oF ****
shifting Rocks n toppling Stones,
knowing i dont know the Past,
passing........Faces,,,,,,,,fading........Rainbows.
© Copyrighted Jesse James Adams
just Cuz xD
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
This joy is one to have.
This joy is one to know.
This joy was once a calf,
Into ox it soon will grow.
I've made up my mind about darkness,
And made it up about the light as well,
So when the darkness wears a dress,
Although it hurts, I'll send it to jail.
My heart won't pine for lust,
Its silver sheen won't rust,
Its daggered teeth won't injure,
Its pretty mouth won't whimper,
But when it's had enough drink,
Of the nonsense in this life,
It will spread irrepressible joy,
Knowledge of God not strife.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
The oar reflects and
Casts a shadow on the thick red
Swelling lake,
Thick with time gone and
Nights past.
Thick with my hands
Loose and deft; stained now
With a momentary solution
To a mountain of problems.
Mountains are formed when
Two great stones collide
And push in against each other
Reaching up and up and
Up until the clouds are daggered
And snow falls asleep towards the peak.
My hand makes waves and
In it’s rippling wake
I feel myself die
I feel myself wince
I feel my bed beneath my feet
Rich with sulfur and stone
Straightening out my back
It’s good for my back because
I’m always aching from the weight
Of two stones slowly colliding
In my thick stupid skull
Always full of rippling red lakes.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
there is a struggle to be in control.
contained.
to keep him happy.
to indulge myself.
the routine broke. it’s breaking.
consistency is a fleeting temptress with eyes reflecting your most controlling self. i will step out of this realm. transcendence of self and **********
look within myself and past lovers fights tears kisses strife when you called me this and i you that.
pull out pick apart deconstruct.
- reconstruct-
what you wanted and what really happened.
where we were and who we have become.
you can not watch it through your window.
moody
you can not watch it patiently from your lonely tower.
dive into the mess. consume. burn.
burn it in.
this. this is all you’ve got.
burn in the mess consume and be consumed.
are you exposing yourself to true pain?
stayed faithful what is faithful.
stayed true what is truth.
do not look away.
eyes will get smeared. soft tears and daggered realities.
do not shield your eyes.
do not pretend you did not see it.
do not pretend it did not hurt.
i don’t want you to read my poetry and say ‘aw’.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Throats hoarsen with daggered insults
A plea for control –
A threat of death–
A trust long frayed.
One arm reaches for the other
And uses it as a batting ram
A steady. beat.
Impounding on a vacuumed. chest.
And when hours pass
And scars are painted over
She provides flesh on a porcelain platter–
An apology for mistakes never made
She stares blankly beneath the sheets
And screams.
But hoarse throats make no sound.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
I didnt think i would expose a poem,
or even,
conjour the courage to knit a cape out of my addiction...
This is me settling my habits with cigarettes to rest.
I ditch the nicotine and tobacco and cigarette paper,
and although the thought of this triumph is enriching,
Right now my spirit is pale, and stale of vigor,
The livliehood of a single puff,
could heal all pain of the moment,
until yet again,
time takes its toll,
Frozen I feel,
stuck and bewildered having my crutches
swept from the vice grips of my hands,
and now,
I am to stand on my own two,
with the will of my own my mind and my own heart.
Gravity is heavier here,
as if landing on planet Jupiter
Alien! Indeed is the feeling I feel, feeling, I fall...
Rugged and ruined under rain,
daggered with bows
and blind groping over braille,
Who knew victory could feel so grave, ill?
so grim and muggy and moody and mundane.
The greatest dynasties fell to dust,
and yet God doesnt even show a face familiar to man,
but is felt with the grace of a feather,
behold a blooming forever,
Clandestine, a boon worthwhile...
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
I writhe in its black tar,
gasping for air, as my own breath slips from my fingertips.
It seeps beneath my skin
and sinks its daggered claws within.
Darkness surrounds me, as I look one last time to the moon lighting the sky.
Only when I taste the kiss of death
do I seek the comfort of life.
Yet everyday agony takes ahold of me,
so in my last breath I inhale the void.
Peace was always a stranger to me;
my company was of suffering and solitude,
but now I shall lay my weary eyes to rest.
Maybe in another life agony will be a stranger to me,
but I can take her no more.
Jul 6, 2024
Jul 6, 2024 at 10:28 PM UTC
mind the spiders, mending you.
mind them in flaming trees—dark
sky, ashes in their voided eyes.
mind them crawling in your skin;
mind their daggered
hearts, their twin eyes.
mind the spiders: let loose your love
in this lost, lithe lethargy.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
Unequivocal uninspiration usurping my greater judgement
That perhaps this paper might be better left unwritten
For foolish folly fails to grow my intrepid soul
Daggered demons drift across sleepless eyes
Hunting in the night for any light
Meant to be burnt but smothered on sight
Red rivers release droplets into panten lungs
Organs of oddity never needed but to draw dead air
This is thus the safety of my mind and heart, departed and slain
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
I drank the lullabies of serpents,
Each note laced in honeyed deceit.
They slithered through the cracks of need,
Whispering warmth with daggered teeth.
I bowed to beasts with broken tongues,
Their barks were sermons in the dark.
I lit my soul to guide their way—
They left me stranded, cold and marked.
Beneath a quilt of dying wool,
I watched the hearth devour its kin.
The logs wept smoke and split in grief,
Still burning, just to warm my skin.
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 4:10 AM UTC