"demolishing" poems
It was the twilight of the iguana.
From the rainbow-arch of the battlements,
his long tongue like a lance
sank down in the green leaves,
and a swarm of ants, monks with feet chanting,
crawled off into the jungle,
the guanaco, thin as oxygen
in the wide peaks of cloud,
went along, wearing his shoes of gold,
while the llama opened his honest eyes
on the breakable neatness
of a world full of dew.
The monkeys braided a ******
thread that went on and on
along the shores of dawn,
demolishing walls of pollen
and startling the butterflies of Muzo
into flying violets.
It was the night of the alligators,
the pure night, crawling
with snouts emrging from ooze,
and out the sleepy marshes
the confused noise of scaly plates
returned to the ground where they began.
The jaguar brushed the leaves
with a luminous absence,
the puma runs through the branches
like a forest fire,
while the jungle's drunken eyes
burn from inside him.
The badgers scratch the river's
feet, scenting the nest
whost throbbing delicacy
they attack with red teeth.
And deep in the huge waters
the enormous anaconda lies
like the circle around the earth,
covered with ceremonies of mud,
devouring, religious.
18k
Broken-hearted she stand,
Seeking for sweet revenge,
To destroy his future plans.
Cheating was his doing,
Without her knowing.
Didn't plan on revealing,
Wanted to keep her in the dark dwelling.
Didn’t want to admit,
He was the one unfit,
To be her missing bit.
With her intentions,
To strive for vengeance,
She creates new extensions,
Adding to her inventions.
As demolishing takes precious time,
To fix this awful crime.
Goodbye for now my friend,
This won’t be the end.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
Sadness follows me like a lost puppy,
Looming and pattering at my feel like rain.
Whining like a smoke detector
When a child makes a mistake.
I inspire depression.
An earthquake.
I step in fairy-like
Movements, trying to be quiet
Like a woman should be.
Destruction ripples in my wake.
I am a bulldozer crashing a funeral,
Demolishing the memories we mourn.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
Mesmerizing glory.
Snowflakes falling down on us like old memories.
One touch, and you're frozen.
Not because of the hate,
but because of the love.
Sadness is intertwined in our fingertips.
Three words. Eight letters.
I love you.
The words will forever hold true but the fear of them keeps them inside of us.
I cannot bring myself to understand why people are so afraid to love.
Demolishing demons dancing upon bare bodies at night while young women and young men are spending more time on physical interaction than emotional satisfaction.
Satisfied with lusting one's surface is something I can't comprehend,
I'd rather love your core.
My appetite is growing because I'm starving for your soul as if I hadn't had a meal in months..
and to be honest, I haven't.
Because no matter how much I eat, I can't seem to get full.
And no matter how much I drink, i still thirst for more of your mind, your body, and your soul.
I may have lost someone who didn't love me,
But you lost someone who truly loved you.
I am done searching for the light at the end of the tunnel because I have discovered God in the darkness.
I loved you at your darkest.
Slowly flicking a switch to find the bulb had blown out,
I loved all of you..
and all of you loved it.
Reciprocation is all I pray for at night and as day break arose,
I found myself loving the darkness once again.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
These nights I pretend to myself
and whisper to myself that
its not only you but,
alas,
you are confused why it still pervades you.
But I am told that
God calls lying evil sin.
And through Eden,
God tried to say to the world -
that lust is demolishing.
( but who is god to say)
it’s all so beguiling
and delirious.
and god yes it’s demolishing,
when reality resurrects every day and I am
thrown to watch it before me
even if I close my eyes
or bite my tongue till blood.
only the false sins I whisper
will wipe the blood clean.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
There is a blue stain from my pajamas blotched upon the white wall from where you pushed me up against. From when your hips gridded against my thighs, a graph with linear equations that doubled and doubled and tripled. From when your fingers found the furrows inside my skin, planting seeds I am eager yet scared to see blossom.
There is a blue stain from my pajamas specked upon the wall, from when our hunger was too ravenous for even the wolves I tried to suppress. From the sweat I licked off and tasted sweeter than gumdrops coated with honey. From when my legs found your waist, squeezing, Medua’s hair demolishing a man too good, too tasty. From where your palms collided with my wrists, blacks and blues and yellows shooting through closely knit pores.
There is a blue stain from my pajamas splattered upon the wall, and I pass it with a smirk, feeling the presence of you. What will be our next victim, I wonder
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
DEAR JUSTICE,
Every act that day
revealed their involvement,
in their regions, blood pools lay,
as deep dug the predicament,
death and displacement left all awry,
cries of agony crawled, crumbling all.
JUSTICE! They have drawn a blank today,
branding them WAHESHIMIWA, the gall,
visiting us with ‘aid’ and false word, here in the tent,
where they just shove us in the recent,
their dope remains in minds of the awakened,
in those suits we see spooks good at demolishing
stretch your hand and dispense a mete from them
for in you we reckon that they will pay.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
The stars they soar
As your smile it shoots through my veins
Demolishing the remains
Of previous trespassers
And the imprints they left.
You brush away soiled footprints
With one swift kiss
Placed delicately on my lips
And in an instance,
I am cherry cola bottles,
Cotton candy, funfair rides
Without a care in the world
I am racing down slides
With you i am ebbing with the tides,
Not against.
I am nights on the town,
A princess with a crown,
A smile, not a frown,
I don't drown today
All because you say
You love me.
I am floating
Floating high, high as a kite
I am amongst the stars and beyond
There is no need for a magic wand
To make my dreams come true
They are all embedded in you.
Chemistry pulsates between us
Two women from Venus.
The looks we exchange put to shame
Any love sonnet or story
You call my name
And angels sing
The joy you bring
Unexplainable.
With you I am strong
There is no matter of right or wrong
With you I belong
I am the most beautifully
Constructed piece of literature, song.
With you I am alive,
And living
This love your giving
Oh this love your giving
Could feed thousands.
With you I am complete
And there is no need to compete
For satisfaction
Because with you I am always satisfied
With you I am ebbing with the tide
Not against it.
You are the fight I swore I had ran out of
Months ago
You are the sheer beauty, purity and excitement
Of glistening snow
And I know wherever I go
You will follow.
You are the gentle breeze
The moments I seize
With both hands
And tie tightly to my heart
Every day is a fresh start.
You don't weigh me down,
You lift me up,
With you I stand on mountains
I drink from fountains
I laugh and smile
And for awhile
I am me,
The me I always sought to be.
And though the sands of time
Sift peacefully between us
Your grasp it tightens
There is no need to be frightened.
There is a reason for everything
You are,
My reason for existing,
A ring, a promise.
Safe and sound,
Til the ground parts us.
We shall be partners.
In crime, worlds at a time
We dance, our romance
Something that could never be crammed into words
Or wrapped up in poetry
For we,
You and me.
Are infinite, eternal.
And what we share
Indescribable.
You will always be my first and final
Love.
Love, love, love
I love you.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
Through pasts of the neglected
memories are to be forgotten
Sudden cries out for scrutiny
where punishment is quality
behind creaking wooden doors
Where cries of affection are forbidden
Echoing silence is the new existence
Beliefs of optimism are secluded
Time lost and forever diminished
behind creaking wooden doors
Who was once content
Running through fields of flowers
demolishing slices of birthday cake
now imprisoned in the hands of a stranger
behind creaking wooden doors
Never to be brought home
Dreams of merriment are inferior
Weakness grows its’ strength
Whispers of prayers are fallacious
behind creaking wooden doors
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
A wave of sadness,
Crashing like a great tsunami,
Smothering the fire of ecstasy,
Drenching the towers of hope,
Flooding the meadows of courage,
Demolishing the forest of pride,
But one thing stands tall, just one,
It’s love, love will not crumble.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 1:05 PM UTC
blekk, this ******* ragoon man
crab paste yuck
my stomach is festering in wounds of American Chinese
they put poison in my foods and I indulge and this is the result
final laid down rest
it feels
as
if
blekkk
the white rice is nice and the lo mein, don't even get me started
i Love it
noodles and rice covered in grease
spied on from a box of spare ribs
they saturate in Sat Fat, check the label 781 SAT FATS PER SERVING
Looper was good, and I was stuffed through all of it
grease traps, formed from my age of 5, filled to their brim this evening
starting a day with number 10 from Macdoe's: poor choice
smoke some grass and write a bit
that settles the swoosh of pirates fighting in my intestines
i give bloating a 75% definitive yes
25% maybe
reality is
I poisoned myself
don't do take out
don't eat what is not from its own country and made the same way
you know those ************* who make it are not eating the same **** thing
point is, I feel like Wesley Snipes and Sylvester Stallone are DEMOLISHing within.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Destroy
January 26, 2012
I been swaggin’ while the haters keep raggin’.
But they goin’ nowhere, pants saggin’.
I knock ‘em down one by one, black baggin’.
I ain’t got time to join ‘em, I just run ‘em over with my wagon.
But look, now by the time that I’m through,
Its like there’s been a demolishing crew
If you think you can cross me.
Yeah if you try to come hurt me.
I’ll take every single dollar, and every last cent.
I’ll **** up your **** I don’t show mercy, no repent.
I will rise to the top,
Hell no, I won’t stop.
Haters just wanna see me flop.
‘cuz every big mess needs a mop.
I’ll take my seat on the throne.
Have a sip, good patron.
Spend a moment, clean up my spill.
**** now I’ve got some time to ****
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
Flag of my fathers
When will the winds of equality
lift you from your languid prison?
When will your 12,000,000
illegals be given shelter
beneath your furled stars?
Flag of my fathers
When will you be worthy
of your returning veterans?
I'm tired of them washing
my windows for spare change
beneath the overpass
Flag of my fathers
When will your gays and lesbians
be more than fodder for bible
thumping patriots?
I was a bible thumping patriot
once but I never hated the gays
I'm tired and broke Flag of my fathers
The bank wants my house
and the Chinaman wants my job
He's welcome to it if he can get
the Indian to give it up
The doctor wants my money
but it's all been squandered
on promises and broken dreams
I call for equality Flag of my fathers
and they call me a communist
I'm not a communist but if communists
believe in equality, was Jefferson
a communist?
Flag of my fathers
They tell me to leave if I don't like
the way things are but where will I go?
Mexico's crowded and Canada's cold
The government tells me 'get a job'
but the corporation says 'get an education'
The University hands me a bill
and when I can't pay
they tell me 'get a job'
It's all ****** up Flag of my fathers
It doesn't make any sense
I've got a headache, leave me
alone
I'm so tired
Watching shadows crawl across
the wall is dull even for a slow
witted fool like me
Flag of my fathers
Why are we at war?
Why are we closing our museums
and demolishing our libraries?
Why are we feeding our military
and starving our vets?
It's too much to take
Flag of my fathers
It's too **** much to take...
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
The true essence of a woman
has never truly been understood
From the Spanish demolishing our cultures
to the way that they are viewed and treated in the hood.
I don't like the use of the word *****
Whether you're rich or poor
upper or middle class
or a ********** lying in a ***** ditch
In our indigenous tribal times
women were respected, revered and held in a high regard
the damage from a European psychology
has pierced our mindsets and left men and society deeply scarred
Try to keep you dumb, barefoot, and pregnant in the kitchen wishing,
while he is out there acting a fool
trying to be a player straight fishing
I'm talking about a species that not only can bear a life
but a being that can hold a job
help with homework, cook, and be a **** wife
Or maybe baby daddy was never really there
or maybe he's stuck in the judicial system
in a cell staring at the wall with a blank stare
Single strong mama doing it all by her self
playing the mother and father
being the comforter and still having to pull out the belt
Tu-pacs dear mama was real and said it the best
until you've grown up with a single mother
you're probably tripping like the rest
I love you, respect you
and truly understand your pain
don't trip mami, I see you and all that work
that you have put in is not in vain
Keep grinding and working hard
continue to do all that you can
I feel you're and got your back
I'm your number one fan
And if your man doesn't appreciate you
and treat you like the Queen that you are
My advice, ditch the punk, be on your own
or find a king that treats you like a true superstar.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
Flag of my fathers
When will the winds of equality
lift you from your languid prison?
When will your 12,000,000
immigrants get a fair shake
beneath your furled stars?
Flag of my fathers
When will you be worthy
of your returning veterans?
I'm tired of them washing
my windows for spare change
beneath the overpass
Flag of my fathers
When will your gays and lesbians
be more than fodder for bible
thumping patriots?
I was a bible thumping patriot
once but I never hated the gays
I'm tired and broke Flag of my fathers
The bank wants my house
and the Chinaman wants my job
He's welcome to it if he can get
the Indian to give it up
The doctor wants my money
but it's all been squandered
on promises and broken dreams
I call for equality Flag of my fathers
and they call me a communist
I'm not a communist but if communists
believe in equality, was Jefferson
a communist?
Flag of my fathers
They tell me to leave if I don't like
the way things are but where will I go?
Mexico's crowded and Canada's cold
The righties tell me 'get a job'
but the jobies say 'get an education'
The Universities hand me a bill
and when I can't pay
they tell me 'get a job'
It's all ****** up Flag of my fathers
and doesn't make any sense
I've got a headache, leave me
alone
I'm so tired
Watching shadows crawl across
the walls is dull even for a slow
witted fool like me
Flag of my fathers
Why are we at war?
Why are we closing our museums
and demolishing our libraries?
Why are we feeding our military
and starving our vets?
It's too much to take
Flag of my fathers
It's too **** much to take...
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 10:53 AM UTC
I need to learn to
Stand up
Never back down
Even at the sound
Of a bomb hitting the ground
Creating a
Bang
All around
Flashing lights
Chilling sights
Long faces breaking
Falling apart
Electric sparks
Creating dark
Engulfing children
Demolishing schools
Screeching breaks
Of car pools
The green sky hails
A terrible storm
Out of the norm
Radiation scars
The lives it mars
Covering stars
Like a silhouette
Of a giant jet
It grumbles
Mumbles
Roars
And soars
Bellowing smoke
Like brewing a ****
The coughing stops
Bodies flop
To the ground
No sound
And just to think
I could have linked
This all to me
If I just stood up
For once in my days
Then I could have earned
An enormous price
Within this haze
The price of life
For a million people
And for myself
Id feel like an equal
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 10:27 AM UTC
...
*"She is indeed the happiest Oracle of Leo the Lion,
born as his innocent prophet
of divine sunlight~
tumbling~
spilling;
"eternal flower."
:to recite the amber
prophecies with
the lions ~fire'tongue~
in showers of orange rain.
She was the king's candle;
a starlit lantern of medallion grace.
She wears a dress of violet promises and peace
that tickles the wind to knock on the sky.
Asking the nightfall of questions in sleeping stars~
"Why do I miss her?"
Her words were fused with kindness and marigolds;
to cleanse the darkest infections within
a lion's soul
and his injured pride.
You are so lonely, Leonie.
With your heart forgotten in the lions cave.
Loyalty is built on your visions and bones.
Yellow masks that paint the walls of your prison,
and it's a sadness that the king cannot mend.
So this isolation becomes the voice of reason.
and freedom is the voice of treason.
Deep within the lions den, the ceiling fell at 2 a.m,
twisting~
buckling;
demolishing,
:stones falling to their knees.
With hope and reckless saltwater dreams
she fled with ember feet to see
the moonlight showering in.
Notes of silver plucked the wind,
as ink and blue stirred the rubble
There stood a girl, on cracked stone table;
with a white rabbits' mask and metallic hair.
Willow vines weeping along her arms
dress as deep as crow feathers;
and the hush of a dragon's wing
swinging from her neck;
crystals throwing light in her wake.
"My prophecy said you would come."
futures that unravel at a white line in the dust;
And the darkness pulled on her robes of silk;
while she took off the mask
and blue eyes met golden windows
Descending to meet the oracle in wisdom;
a warning whispered to her
ties with solitude
The moon spoke with a thousand tongues that night;*
"You have to roar Leonie; So the heavens can hear you."
...
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
I
Under vibrating lights
The mystique of two of us collide
Too late in the night
Speaking of home and vast distances
Your x-ray voice and venomous cynicism
Are melting
A rooftop, city under our feet
Cars screaming like wild birds
You’re touching my arm
Through bricks and cement
And solid air of defence wall
Cut and transformed, pasted in wrong places
All we ever been
New words tingle through me
This given thing is unveiling
Wrapped up in a see through metaphors
It was always here
II
Nonchalant touch, a look, a sigh
Catalyst to my complete degradation
To this state of demolishing chaos of you
Running through the boulevard of prohibited
Propinquity
Past every connotation of time
When innocence is in demise
My vows are burning me
Around my finger
I’m melting like a Wicked Witch of the West
Selling myself to this unstoppable force of Nature
This twister inside of me
With your breath in my ear, like a butterfly
Clapping its wings to start the cycle
Nerves are twitching
Skin under your hand, screaming
I hide
My head under your neck
You smell surprisingly sweet
For a tempest
Your hands are holding me against the wall
Like a prisoner of this absurd war
I roll my eyes up to
Vermilion lights trembling above us
We’re simultaneously breathing in
Myriad of incandescent particles
Of materialized desire
World is sinking into oblivion
III
The arch of you above me,
On your chest, suicide turned into butterflies escaping
Transforming you into my ultimate
Fall from grace
Breathing underwater, in this liquid limbo
I’m breathing in absolute fire
Between every particle of sweat is sin
My skin is inked with handprints
Bones showing
I sink in the ethereal on this cold floor
Under velvet waves
Seeing all red
Those butterflies now fling above me
Out of some fallen creatures head
Aug 1, 2011
Aug 1, 2011 at 1:04 AM UTC
supposedly,
“love is”
it was supposed to be
an arrow through my chest.
instead it’s
an asteroid destroying a planet,
merciless,
demolishing all foundations.
i’m sick of it.
“pining for attention,”
wishing for
invisibility.
i don’t want your attention.
i won’t look at you,
so don’t look at me.
i’m sick of it.
“feverish faces,”
you talk to me
and i’m burning.
liquid fire pumps
through my veins,
and it’s unbearable.
i’m sick of it.
“and drumming hearts.”
screaming,
racing pulse,
left breathless,
drowning in a salty ocean,
lungs filling with liquid.
i’m sick of it.
this world was
fine.
boxed in a bedroom,
listening to stories
of other people,
but you’ve brought
unfamiliarity into this
dull world of mine.
the sun was never yellow,
the trees were never green,
pink was never a feeling.
this world was
grey,
black,
and white.
put everything
back to normal.
because i’m sick
of being
lovesick.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
Have I become estranged with compassion, not entirely, I guess I would say only when compassion is directed toward me.
The gleaming gates of tranquility are off there in the distance, but just my luck no gate keeper and I've not got exact change to pay the fee.
I have become complacent in this misguided routine of bitting my tongue only to wearily sit and bide my time.
Unintentionally a barrier was put up that blocks my words from what you understand, yet they flow so freely through my "silly little rhyme"
The sounds that my silent screams make is deafening and this weight I carry is demolishing my inner strength but still I won't let go.
These emotions are festering inside me to the point of bursting out but I must maintain composure for the world must never know.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
*You keep giving me
pieces of you each day
that seem too fragile
as I keep them hidden in my heart
from people's hungry eyes.
You keep lending me
your heart instead of mine.
It's stronger; it's been through a lot,
and ever since, your heart
has been our ground work.
You keep telling me
your secrets that I preserved
day by day into my soul,
scrutinizing them zealously,
careful enough never to hurt you.
You keep sharing with me
your scientist's mind, your constellations,
your belief in the big bang, your disbelief
in what caused it, yet I promised
to never judge. I never did.
You keep demolishing me
in ways you never knew possible,
and I am left flustered.
After every clandestine unleashed,
I happen to yet not be good enough.
Because you keep hurting me,
and I keep feigning being well,
and you keep wanting me
to change who I am.
But oh darling, have you ever once thought of
how I admired you for all that you are,
not for all I wanted you to become?
You keep making my head ache.
You keep making my heart beak.
You keep making me believe that
I fall too easily,
yet I am not so easy to fall in love with.*
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
I am drifting black
With a rotten promise of suppressed sorrows
That each breath
Each heartbeat
Every footstep
Delivers me closer to a beast
The foul scent of eucalyptus hangs in the air
Welcoming me to this filthy place
Wind howling as I open the door
A sickening reminder...
As images echo, a monster lies in wait
Hiding under a cloak of normal
But, at the edge of that disguise there is a tiny thread
I tugged it
In the stale air, the disguise deteriorated
Demolishing the monsters power over the innocent
I saw the scars of lives destroyed littered across the face of a predator
And I told...
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
Still a child; fragile, undefined -
trembling, timid and shy -
a body curling inwards
- petals and moonlight -
we're magnetised:
this shared desperation and
fumbling adolescent shame.
A throbbing, suffocated silence -
lost hands and strangled hysteria.
Achingly tiny,
shattered-glass bones flutter,
colliding and entangling;
causing the skin to lift
and contort. To ebb -
a fluid - a pulse.
His shoulder-blades
(the crushingly delicate shiver
of butterfly wings)
cast splintered, mosaic shadows
(sharp and electric
to trace) along
the gasping, groaning spine...
Pharate, we're demolishing ourselves
in a gorgeous, stumbling,
careless collapse -
colliding in cold frenzy, desperate
to hide - burrow - entomb --
to bury ourselves - his mesmerising flesh.
Rasping out - teeth and lip
and tongue - ravenous,
animalistic despair.
With timid breath - to rip, devour, engulf --
to hiss and **** delicious venom.
An ache - a yearning - for absorption,
for skin, for blood -
to be consumed and to consume -
to feel every pain of it -
to be wrecked - to become
the same debris.
I spill out into his shadows,
his indents, his cuts and curves -
their fervent whimpers, electrified palpitations -
and he to mine:
It's as though we're eclosing,
these golden deodorant nymphas - we're quaking through;
tearing apart every sad smother of silk - and now
desolate; forever nothing
but drifting, lambent dust.
Skin like porcelain -
cold and wrong to touch -
yet stomachs hot,
hurtling hot.
Flesh winces - ripples - under
premature pain.
("I'm sorry. I")
He crumbles, cuts
my thighs
and leaves us both with
scars that we, as scars, forever treasure;
and with veins seeping Hemolymph;
to heal, to beat, to grow.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
I am not sure which is bloodier, more gruesome –
birth or death. It is like asking God if he prefers Eve to Adam
for demolishing that false sense of security,
specks of pride dissolved in snake venom apples.
There is mourning in creating monsters
as there is in killing them: I see starving children with
round, pregnant bellies and somehow they are more at peace than
I am on my best day. We will understand when we are dead,
not in the act of becoming a ghost, but once we are one.
When I was little, I saw the house on Camellia’s corner
crumble: attacked from behind, the same swamp I had in mine.
I had not noticed its yellow shingles before
and suddenly, this nine year old girl felt lonely for
bricks and plaster and the refrigerator hung on its balcony door.
On its side like a woman in labor –
midwives have her in a kiddy pool, the origin of its
name. Imagine being baptized before you take your first breath.
Ametrine is an amalgamation of two gemstones:
amethyst and citrine. I am that of my parents, one quarter grandma.
She who I never met but got my alcoholic mother from.
My clumsiness stemmed there, the constant
stumbling on invisible rocks and breeding ****** knees –
having two daughters who bleed monthly, but it’s never in sync.
Still, I cannot grasp being proud of ghostliness
when there are millions of invisible children in clear blood.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC