"detergents" poems
Only Juliet drinks poison
Only Juliet likes to fall asleep
Last weekend,
Traded my bed for a coffin
Stuck both our hearts in the oven
We can fry together in heaven,
Pray to God your soul to keep,
I don’t want it following me.
Cause,
I haven’t been sleeping
I’m weak and defeated
A point of exhaustion
So lost that I can’t even think
I relied on you often
I’m starting to see
You come through the darkness
In the form of a banshee
Walk away would be progress
I’m just not really there yet
Sick of feeling like garbage
Chewed up gum; stuck under your feet
Am I some type of rodent?
That you could step over?
A slab off the meek
Who breaks his back for your cheese?
Condemn me a burden.
This just isn’t worth it
We’re not picture perfect?
If you put down those matches
Then this fire would stop burning
But You’ll always be thirsty
I’ll always be hungry
You’re out their flirting
I’m home doing nothing.
Unfulfilling the filth on the streets
The detergents’ not working
You’ll always be *****
No I won’t help you clean.
God’s gift to the earth
That thought is disturbing
A hearts that’s discerning
The curse of the free.
Stay strong in my searching
The light is approaching
Keep moving forward
We’re permanently,
Finally over,
Juliet R.I.P.
Only Juliet drinks poison
Only Juliet likes to fall asleep
Dug her grave, had black emotions
Pray to God her soul to keep,
Sent her back to this earth,
Now I’m cursed,
I have Juliet’s ghost—following me.
Only in my dreams, why I never sleep
Finally Over, Juliet R.I.P.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
I tried those dish-washing detergents, the ones that have "super grease-removal"
but I felt like I was scrubbing off all the days we had worked, together, with metaphorical drills and wrenches, to fix what was irrevocably broken.
I used lotions, but freesias reminded me of the smell of your hair, and coconut oil left this residue that would feel like your hand was in mine.
I thought maybe covering them would be the solution, but my hands in gloves felt like the way your arms closed in around me and held me, suffocated me.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
Scrub as I might, I cannot get clean
No matter how hard I rub with all my might
The detergents and cleansers cannot do it right
I am sure you know what I mean
No matter how hard I try I cannot clean my soul
My life is filled with filth I cannot rub out
Like the ***** chairs I scrubbed I didn't have the clout
To take my broken life and make it whole
All covered in a slime that won't wash away
My body inside and out will never be pure
Only through the grace of God can there be a cure
Through His love He will show me the way
Clawing and rubbing till I am raw
No matter how hard I try I cannot clean me off
Inside and our I am never clean enough
In wonder of it all I stand in Awe
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 10:56 AM UTC
There's this thing you know
have tried million ways
to clean
hard detergents, dry wash
home and laundromat
and other ways
tried to erase
to delete
but know not
what will work
on this stain, a mark
its so deep
inside
somewhere in my heart.
Advice please,
do you know
how marks of betrayal
can fade? ©
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
twice
i washed my black sweater
still
when i put it on
it smelled like you
i have been through
hundred times worse
bleed my heart out
on a wet concrete floor
picked every daisy
ruthlessly
rootlessly
just recently
parted
from a lifetime
but you
and your scent
in under my skin
i think somehow
you represent
time
and how it changes
everything
what have i lost
what have i gained
i am older now
pull my sweater off
chuck it back into the washer
drown it with laundry detergents
and perfume
when i put it back on
it better not smell of
broken dreams
and anxiety
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
You are born with a pure heart, white like snow. Keep it clean with the eternal detergents of kindness and humanity.
Hussein Dekmak
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 4:15 AM UTC
The air was painted.
Inside the chain link fences
were clouds;
brushstrokes
that could’ve been
proffered by
Van Gogh
or
*******
as they dissipated
into the early, cold
morning air,
pausing only for a
few moments to allow
some of the particulates
to freeze;
the hydrogen, the oxygen,
the lye,
&
detergents that
make up whatever
is used in
a prison laundry.
The effluvium is rich,
the odor of a passable
cleanliness in what is largely
a rather fetid domain.
The scent of bleach,
harsh, chlorinated,
removal of that which
stains.
Yet,
something stays,
an acrid, sour smell;
an unpleasantness
which seems to have chosen
to remain
unwashed.
It is concluded,
that this emanation,
is the opposite of
emancipation,
it is a olfactive reminder
that
Building # 7
serves up
freshly washed sorrows,
rages, or regrets
as well as
whiter whites,
releasing
stains from grays
more often than the wearers
of
these wardrobes are released
themselves.
With this in mind,
swirling, shifting,
moving, motivating
marching upward,
toward
Building # 1,
It is breathed in,
and out, and in
again,
renewal,
like clean laundry
washed in industrial
soaps, rinsed in disinfectants,
delousers, deodorants
unknowable.
Starting over.
Today.
Tomorrow.
Overmorrow,
And,
Everafter.
Amen.
***
-JBClaywell
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Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 9:52 PM UTC