"deteriorate" poems
I met a friend today
His name was Death
He smiled big with pure white teeth
And minty fresh breath
I asked him what he did for a living
Staring blankly at me, batting his eyelashes
He did the opposite of giving
What did that mean?
But the closer I got to Death
The better I understood his scheme
In his sharp black suit he won me over
I felt an irresistible draw
Like to a diamond in the rough, or a four leaf clover
He convinced me of the beauty in the night
That when the moon was hidden from view
There was nothing better than the lack of light
He led me from my lust for life
Sang to me in my sleep
Whispered sweet nothings and handed me the knife
I tried to pull away from my newly found friend
But his choke hold was so tight
On him I started to depend
The world could see me deteriorate into nothing
He held me harder and closer
With shortness of breath I stood huffing and puffing
Enclosed in the lackluster of our friendship I became numb
The emotions drifted with my vitality
I tried to retrieve them but could only attain 1/5th of my former sum
The more time you spend with a person
The more you become like them
I suppose I couldn't see the situation worsen
Collar around my neck he leashed me like a dog
I cared so deeply for him
My haze filled mind ignored the dense fog
I came to terms with my life long trap
Death circled like a satellite around my position
No matter where I went he found my place on the map
Eventually I succame to this fate
Despite his control
Death, I could not hate
I loved him too dearly to notice the signs
I couldn't think clearly
His presence was odious and it wasn't benign
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
You.
You who taught me love and kindness and hope
and knitting and optimism and forgiveness and baking.
Yet you were also my first loss.
You taught me grief and how nothing stays the same.
Even a mind can deteriorate so much I wonder it makes me wonder if
you ever were so good.
Maybe I just exaggerate. Because you aren't here to prove me wrong or disappoint me.
But how could anyone have been so good?
But even if I was looking at you through the rose tinted glasses of youth
I refuse to tarnish my opinion of you
I will keep these glasses forever
I insist.You taught me all this and more.
Because of you I visit grandad more
to remind me of what
I lost
and a reminder to appreciate what I still have.
That house will always remind me of you
I hope that is ok.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
Could he not see myself sinking into despair after ever word he spoke
Could he not see the tears streaming down my face as I began to choke
He criticized and dehumanized me
His loose lips were never sweet
Why couldn't it be...
My face got pale and hands got weak
I could feel my body dropping to me knees
And as he continued to reveal his wicked hate
I feel my soul beginning to deteriorate...
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
If I were a flower
Perhaps if I were a flower, you'd pick me to be yours.
Of course you would pick the flower that was the most exquisite,
Luminous in every spectrum,
But more importantly the most Beautiful blossom,
Therefore plucking me from my survival.
See, the anticipation was your acceptance,
However, your admiration was a free ticket away from my existence
Because I am a flower,
And You removed me from my stem.
Now,
I can't breathe.
But I love you...
And I've always loved you.
And as each day passed you kept me stashed in the darkness
Every heartache, a petal would deteriorate.
Which left me withered and pale as cotton
See, I lost my beauty tangled in your insecurities.
Not to mention my vulnerability,
That created this reality.
Oh but how I wish I could turn back the hands of time,
Perhaps,
Make me intangible,
Invincible from you're grasp.
Cover me in thorns and levitate me to the highest branch,
Away from those resent less eyes.
Perhaps?!?
However, I remained transparent in your world.
No longer the center of your love.
What was once a flower became the remains of a petal-less spud.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
"A patient man bides his time,"
Theodore tells the man in the mirror
Tomorrow, all the levees will break
And all the fables will be told
Of distant Decembers and forgotten fathers
Livelihoods will be threatened
And remorse will fall by the wayside
He watches as icicles on the awning
Melt away into puddles on the ground
"Warmer every day," he thinks to himself
He hangs up his scarf and overcoat
The way a simple man, with complex demons, is wont to do
And as his wants devolve into needs
And as all his anchors deteriorate to rust
Her smile unnerves a once-settled man
To think of the quality of glove necessary
To hold onto the wagon in this day and age
So Theodore pulls the door to,
Leaving Chopin's "Horseman" to gallop in peace
And in pieces
He watches her from across the courtyard
"Such sweet bliss in her footsteps," he sighs
And it seems to him as if the snow dissipates
Just from the warmth in her steady gait
Just from the radiation behind her brown eyes
He slides open the dresser drawer
A haven for scattered trinkets, odds, and ends
A place of respite for the weary souvenir
There, amidst all the corroded memories
Lies a corroded pistol, unspoken and unburnished
"And a lonely man drinks his wine,"
Theodore says, as intrepidly as he is capable
For there is a time when fathers stop teaching
A time when mothers stop singing
And a place where the sins stop searching
A last breath is deeply inhaled
But never again will find its escape
With a thud that echoes to Seymour Street
Theodore crumples to the cold wooden floor,
A simple man, finally free of complex demons
Jan 25, 2023
Jan 25, 2023 at 1:19 PM UTC
*inhale exhale
my God i'm scared to fail
i got to get some things off my mind
sombody spoke of healing with smoke
it'll hurt
but it's worth it for a short time*
**breathe in the war thinking the fight will fade away
when slowly your lungs start to deteriorate**
*walking though the clouds for a moment of relief
coming back to earth with an addiction and blacker teeth*
**breathe in the demons, breath out the light
repeat the cycle when you don't wanna fight**
*the cigarette smoke, the cigarette smoke
and where will you go when the demons come home
the cigarette smoke, you're holdng it close*
and you can't let go
*i never wanted this
thought that i owned it
but turns out that it owns me*
**i'm getting weaker, a heartache
a fever
this is burning down my family tree
breathe in the war thinking you're fighting for the wrong side
turns out you're in the middle of the fight**
*walking through the clouds for a moment of relfief
coming back to earth with an addiction and blacker teeth*
**breathe in the demons, breathe out the lies
like when they told you that you had to fight**
*the cigarette smoke, the cigarette smoke
an where will you go when the demons come home
the cigarette smoke, you're holding it close
and you can't let go*
**the demons creeping up on me
been so long since i could really breathe
sombody help me before i die**
*walking through the clouds for a moment of relief
coming back to earth with an addiction and blacker teeth*
**breathe in the demons, breathe out the life
repeat the cycle because it's too hard to fight
the cigarette smoke, the cigarette smoke
and where will you go when the demons come home
the cigarette smoke, you're holding it close
and you can't let go**
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
i love the moon
wrapped around my neck
the small crescent moon bouncing happily on my heart
as we hold hands
that same beautiful moon
in which i trace with my fingers
feeling the smooth moonstone
be imprinted with my fingerprints
that same affectionate moon
as it glided on your chest when we gasped for more air
and you held me close to your heart
as the moonlight shined softly from the window
that same wonderstruck moon
we would fight under
tears that reflected the moonstone
always streaming down my face
that same gleaming moon
that you would wipe my tears
with the hands i had felt for years
and all i could do was look up and dream of
that same distant moon
where i had found out about your disloyalty
and i felt myself slipping into vast space
putting myself in front of asteroids just to feel something
that same sickening moon
taunting me with the way it just
stays up there, coming out only at night
only to observe and listen for chaos that reigns after dark
that same wicked moon
that was suffocating me in my sleep
when i would lie next to your empty shell
gasping for air as i wipe my moonstone tears
that same dreadful moon
as it watched me deteriorate in your arms
burning holes into my chest
dwindling my soul until it left me hollow
i... used to love the moon
when i knew that it was lovingly
wrapped around my neck by you
and you would feel the moonstone with your lips
i used to love the moon
until the last star died
and i ripped it off from my neck
and drove myself into a black hole
that same cynical moon
that you proclaimed your love to me too,
was the same ******* moon
that my entire being was shattered by you
...
i ******* hate the moon.
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
All colors, shapes and sizes. A cunning disguise. Quite stunning. The right fit. A refusal to go the extra mile. Poor Myles. No more fake smiles. A mask. Can coerce a crowd. It's quite loud when your face shows but no sound. His face. It's quite a disgrace. Tells of his battles and all. How many times he's fallen. He's quite clumsy.
He makes it his number one task, to buy a new mask. He's new in town, and wonders why everyone looks like a clown. I mean surely they can't all be happy. Masks. A store. "May I try this one on sir?" Perfect. Task complete. He fits in. But underneath, he's not the same. Possibly insane. He hides something deep, so deep it never speaks. It only sleeps. Family. Friends. They can never tell. What he hides. The mask. It tells lies.
Someone close. Someone you know. Watch closely. Their mask will slowly deteriorate. Dissipate. Time. It may take a while if you try to pry. Their mask. Their completed tasks. Even those close to Myles couldn't tell. Underneath, we're quite different. Don't you see. We all wear our own. How many do you own?
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 1:44 PM UTC
As life in Israel flourishes
For Israelis, it's not so fine--
As many conditions deteriorate--
For the poor people of Palestine.
Chances of a two-state solution
Dwindle, which is not a good sign
As settlement expansions increase,
Affecting the people of Palestine.
For Palestinians imprisoned in Gaza,
The infrastructure is in a decline.
Will Gaza be uninhabitable for
The poor people of Palestine?
Defining what is their land, Israeli
Lawmakers draw a hard line:
This land belongs to the Jews, they say,
Forgetting the people of Palestine.
Cuts in economic aid
And hospital care will undermine
The health and quality of life
Of the poor people of Palestine?
Will an Israeli apartheid regime
Be the ultimate design,
Or will there be hope for the poor
Struggling people of Palestine?
-by Bob B (10-22-18)
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
I once said I'd never go down this road.
"Don't ever do it" so I've been told.
Instead of listening when I was offered I didn't even say no.
I just said "sure I'll give it a go"
At first it was all fun and games.
This girl has many names. I was warned but just threw all the negative thoughts away.
"It can't be that bad" is what the devil had to say.
I should have turned the other way.
She gave me a feeling I never felt before, but now instead of standing tall, she kicked me down to the floor.
She's killing me, but I still try to find more
Why can't I just close this devilish door?...
The first day she makes me feel wonderful.
Two or three days pass, then she starts being cruel..
My mind is wide awake.
But my body begins to ache.
How much more of this can I take?
This isn't fair, yes I am well aware.
But no matter what, I always feel the devil stare.
He wants nothing but the worst for me, I hate him but he still gets the best of me..
He puts these demons in my head. I try to fall asleep but I continue to lay awake in my bed.
What has happened to the girl I used to be?
This just is not me..
Once full of life.
Until the devil came through and said "I'll make crystal your wife" til death do you part.
You wanna end it but this is just the start..
I feel so hot, even though it's cold
I used to have a heart made of gold..
Til the devil started taunting my soul..
Now where do I go??....
I don't know..
I look in the mirror and I hate what I see..
I'm an addict and it feels like crystal is all I need..
I ******* hate her.
She just won't leave me alone..
She has such a persuading tone..
I want to be happy, but I just feel so ******
She allows me to forget my past, but she's making my life deteriorate fast...
Why can't I stop you may ask...
Well this is what happens when you dance with the devil..
Playing a game with endless levels..
I wish I could get through.
But what can I do?
I just hope the devil doesn't do this to you...
Crystal is horrible and if you let her in, chances are she will take over everything and she will win!!!!!
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
I can’t sleep.
An endless wandering
piano strain
caught between
broken
finger
bones.
She lays
her head
against his
chest
listening
as
ships
sail
across his
heavy heart.
A sad
mourning
wail
of
wind
echoes
in
each breath
he takes.
I hope
that
soon
death will
come
like
hundreds
of arrows
in
the night.
Each aflame
with the
lies
and conceit
of the
human race.
Only then
will I slumber
content
beneath
the skies
of
moons
and stars.
Glistening in
continuum
with the chorus
of
small voices
and the movements
of the
universe.
A haunting
twisting
melody
that
reminds
us of memories
and their purpose
of nostalgia.
The notes
that
urge
us to go
on.
To hope
when hope
is gone.
Because I can’t
sleep,
I dream
of brokenness
and hopelessness.
A darkness
darker than
the night
disturbs
my unseen
eyes
and billows
beneath my
hair.
I look to them
both,
standing
so close to
the edge,
and I pray
like sweet honey
that
drips from
cultured
lips,
I pray for
them both,
The girl and the boy who haunt my sleepless nights.
I watch
as they
peril
in
my demise,
slowly
my brain
rots away
and
my limbs
deteriorate.
They have
nothing
left
of me.
Only
a fleeting
idea
that nags
at their
consciousness
each footfall
bringing
them farther
from my
soul
and closer to
their empty
air.
It was
like
they too
never existed,
as both
fall
to the
violin
that soundtracks
their never-ending
sorrow.
The girl and the boy who haunt my sleepless nights.
Now we
both
will
slumber
forever
beneath
the moons
and
the
stars
for
eternity
forever
content,
unsatisfied,
restless.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
Hello.
I see you you got off, scott free.
You disrespectful swine.
You hateful trash.
You living filth.
Letting me swell with anger.
A violent flower, blooming with a blood dye.
You wouldn't be able to tell.
I have quite the poker face.
I'm so close to bursting.
You can watch if you'd like.
Watch my insides deteriorate.
Watch my lifeless arms come alive.
Only to grasp your washed out neck.
And to those who run the school.
Who let hate crimes happen.
Who think a slap on the wrist is acceptable.
You are to blame as well.
My love would rather side with those who hurt me.
She'd rather just let me burst.
She's not here to comfort me.
Only to respark my firestorm.
I'm so close
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
dust begins to collect
frequent cleanings are nothing but memories of the past
your possessions remain
relics of what once existed
what happened to
the unbreakable bond
your endless creativity
my deceitful beauty
how can such things deteriorate so quickly
and now we sit
legs crossed
naked
in so many forms
clinging on to the past
analyzing all uncertainties
wondering of the true capability
of change
of resolution
of depth
the way things were
reminiscing
infinite romance
joyous love
unscathed hope
we are the storm
and now we find ourselves
right where we started
longing for love
lusting for something lasting
neither of which led us here
we both know
it will never
it can never
the bond
irreversible
unstoppable
one question lingers
as it always has
for days
for weeks
for years
decades slip by so quickly
one thing is for certain
nothing lasts forever
but
nothing ever fades
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
*I only have a few friends,
but those few, who are you,
are very precious to me,
I admire your loving hearts,
and your beautiful souls,
that are kind
and filled with purity.
I love you all because...
each of you can hear
the things
that I do not say,
Because,
you each know
how to love me
in your very own unique
and special way.
Because,
all of you reach-out
to my heart and soul,
Because,
you all come together
to grab my hand
and pull me out,
before I sink
into the recurring
black hole.
Because,
I never have to worry
that any of you
will ever give up on me -
you all, patiently,
tolerate my relentless Anxiety.
Because,
you all really understand
who I truly am,
deep,
deep
down
to the very core
of me--Rosalie!
Because,
any amount of absence
doesn't disintegrate or deteriorate
our friendship,
despite the precious time
that my Anxiety,
slowly, eats away,
Because,
I can feel each of you
thinking about me,
even though you're all busy,
every blessed new day.
Because,
individually,
each of you are the sunshine
that removes the dark clouds
that hover over my head
like a curse,
Because,
together,
you all stand to make up
my entire universe!
Because,
I know
that we were meant to be
a special part
of each other's life journey,
Because,
I feel your genuineness
and honest sincerity,
Because,
we are kindred spirits -
we are soulmates -
we are rare, beautiful souls in tune,
Because,
I am grateful
and most thankful
that we met,
and not a minute too soon!
Because,
without these few,
most valuable, friendships
that I truly do cherish,
Life, on this beautiful, but messy,
chaotic, dog-eat-dog, blessed existence,
would be more than hellish!
I love and appreciate
each and every one of you,
YOU!...who I call "A friend!"
I promise to love you all
unconditionally
until my very last breath,
until the very end!
And, from the hereafter,
infinite love to you all,
I will continue to send!
By Lady R.F. (C)2017*
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 7:37 AM UTC
You deserve much better
That is plain to see
I can't possibly imagine
What you see in me
You should be with someone capable
Of giving love and devotion
I am so ****** up inside
Numb to almost all emotion
You and I are different
Your heart is made of gold
While my own is solid as a rock
Impenetrable and cold
Why was I created this way?
Who have I become?
I barely recognize myself
Or remember where I'm from
Please don't get too attached
Because I am not made of glue
So just because you are stuck on me
Doesn't mean I will be too
Left all vulnerability behind
To deteriorate in the past
It's easier to remain indifferent
I've learned good things don't last
You can't sweep me off my feet
I've already been knocked to the ground
And I'll only drag you further down with me
The longer you stay around
Please don't give me presents
I am not worthy of the price
Somebody as ******* up as me
Shouldn't be with someone so nice
Please leave me for your own good
Before I rip your feelings apart
All my edges are sharp pieces of glass
If you get any closer I'll break your heart
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 1:47 AM UTC
I used to think,
"Oh I want to be skinny. I want to look like a model."
And then I watched
a childhood friend
deteriorate in front of my eyes
after obsessing over her weight.
She went from this beautiful
young girl
to this hollow,
****** in,
bulimic and anorexic shell.
It's a sad day when you don't recognized someone you've known your whole life
when they walk up to you
in the gas station.
I don't want to be that.
A shell.
So **** being skinny.
**** people who think y
ou need to be thinner.
Just **** society
and
always
be
you.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
He who expends his days a wanderer,
Is not aware of his gift,
Though he may hunger,
and steal into the wicked alleys
where the spirits of evil men dwell,
He lives and sees the world in a view,
one that is unimaginable,
as he sings lowly as he walks through the end of night,
He has no possessions that are worth possessing,
Such that another wanderer may wish for his own,
None except his life,
One of seeing the world from the outside,
As he is starving from within.
I gave him some money, and offered him my seat.
And society's eye upon me
as if I am naive,
but I wish them to hold their assumptions,
for I believed this man, even his lies.
I could sense his sincerity,
as distinguished from the typical
**** beggars that would scold
anyone's failure of compliance.
And though he solicited me until the last moment,
I knew that my advice may settle in,
and for he to use his supreme vantage point
of a Sufferer of the City, one without another,
I asked this man, who convinced me of his
desire to be a writer, to document his days.
And to educate himself, this 30-year-old, black, amputee,
Torn between drugs and gangs, and a better life
that is unattainable.
I asked him to be infallible in his refusal of
Those evils which will deteriorate his soul,
For its royalty will be paralleled not to material wealth,
but to any base behavior, or noble virtue.
and if he stutters in his gait, to channel such self destruction into
a productive means to write about his sufferings.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
Time is a mysterious thing. One we think too little or too much about as if it was either an extraneous concept or a recognizable one but never simply an acquaintance. We fear to gaze in to its dark eyes for fear of what we’ll see in its untamed structure. Perhaps we fear the absolute freedoms of it in how all its courses are never underlined by incongruous moments such as once that hunt our very existence. Or maybe we’re jealous of how youthful it stays while we slowly deteriorate to our graves as it watches with indifference.
I wish to give time a gender so it fulfils all my assumptions of it. Perhaps it’s a women, gentle and eloquent; with a heart that grounds the most feral of things. Her touch is knowledge and wisdom but also all things unknown. She is sculpted like the goddess praised while her love burns oceans from existence yet she watches alone from a distance quite unreachable. Lonely everlasting. Nonetheless her soul is cruel and unforgiving; her betrayal unexpected. Her expectations to high that even the most eligible of men would not dare attempt such a futile conquest for to even try would be to fail. However her compulsion is too powerful to disregard so no man sits ideal.
Perhaps it’s a man with a will that is ironclad. His grips too powerful for even the greatest of empires to resist so all chose to bend for fear of breaking. He rules like he makes love, with intensity that shatters all the women underneath him but they still come back for more for his touch, his magic stroke. Non who have been touched by him have ever resisted or those who have were swallowed by the tide that was his fury. Yet his heart is gold and he cares more than he expects as his gifts last eternity and from the sweetness of it, just a moment.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 3:25 AM UTC
I scream
And scream
But no one seems to hear me
I'm trapped
Inside my own head
Stuck in my own self-pity
I try to help others
Despite my being weak
But my words of encouragement is unheard
My mind starts to deteriorate
As these words these demons inside my head
Encourage me to quit but yet I still fight
Still knowing
That I will be unheard
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
Sun Set Love Letters
Saw the sun set on Venice Beach tonight,
first time in awhile,
I’ve just returned from a trip overseas,
still in a constant state of both admittance and denial,
after awhile,
we realize nothing really matters,
at the same time that everything does,
so where does that put us at this point in the equation,
well here I guess,
with me writing you more love letters,
anyways where were we,
I don’t seem to be able to remember,
lately my memory hasn’t been so great,
my health has begun to deteriorate and I see everything in patterns,
oh yeah,
I remember now,
we were where I tell you of how,
I saw the sun set on Venice beach tonight,
and the tide or rather waves,
were bigger than I’d ever seen them,
and I’m struggling to stay alive,
I take it one day at a time that’s right per diem,
and I’ve got businesses all over the world,
but all I really want to do is write you these love letters,
because I still love you even after all we’ve been through,
and I vowed to stick with you for worse or for better,
even though after awhile,
we realize nothing really matters,
at the same time that everything does,
so where does that put us at this point in the equation?..
∆ LaLux ∆
Oct 5th 2018
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
My absolute destiny is to skull **** the **** out of life
To blast open the empty cleavage
To shatter all the deceptive phonographs
Those that you now consider “convenient modes of transportation”
Every dawn I will howl into your vibrating monotones
Your Dutch rambling will be reduced to ashes
Alone in a ***** hostel
You will be shocked by the sight of a desecrated ******
The fish scales still burning
Left in their natural preservatives
The lowest of all the adorned creatures
Is he who succumbs to mediocrity
An ordinary existence is worse then a wasted *** receptacle
If they cant see the truce in a setting sunlight
It is a sin to deteriorate comfortably
Making circles with the tracks of your laymen’s truck
of waking up happy with your plastic name tags
carved to resemble an ignorant life scrap
This **** disgusts me
It is the skull ******* that define a generation
Grab your sword a
and plunge deep into the night
A laudable combination of weapons of mass destruction
and drunkards
This is one less moment you spend being ordinary
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC
The rocks will wear away
Trees will burn to ash
Lakes will evaporate
Nothing stays
Buildings will deteriorate
Clouds will pass by
The tide will go out
Nothing stays
Fires will burn down
Leaves will fall
Snow will melt
Nothing stays
People move on
Joy will leave
You have left
Nothing stays
Everything leaves
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
I can never compensate for the poems I have misplaced,
Yet I proceed to shed sincere ink upon an empty canvas,
and revert towards elusive answers.
I once again resort to the preferred instrument,
And stumble into a liberating trance.
However, genuine introspection often
Unearths wretched recurring recollections,
That have served as the creative source
For previous poetry collections,
Some of which cannot be read
Without a deep sense of dread,
Hence I flinch from acknowledgment instead.
How disoriented am I?
As disoriented as 20 year old Kimberly
Her derelict of a son is an embodiment
Of her youth blues memories.
How aimless it must be to venture
Amidst the sanctum of stagnation.
It was not long before even the architect
Began to disdain his own laborious creation.
Why wouldn't he?
He was a fool to build
A foundation out of complacency.
The structure is able to endure
Since it thrives off of a perpetual tragedy
Of self-defeating beliefs, lascivious senses,
And misguided aspirations.
Unfortunately, whoever it houses
Collapses out of utter exasperation.
An inevitable predicament I predict
Will confront me as soon as I deteriorate mentally.
The sanctum itself testifies to an aphorism
I recount hearing during a melancholic plight:
Truthfully, throughout the ages,
Fallibility has always been
Among humanity's playwrights.
6/18/13
(c) 2013 Brandon Antonio Smith
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
We used to take turns tearing down
each other's defences
like the last Christmas present or
an exit in a building fire
And when there was nothing
useful about our bodies except how
they fit against each other.
There are soldiers that don't deteriorate facing
bombshells and fire-grenades but
birthday parties and Saturday nights by the telly.
We could be two of them
Remember how you got when you
just needed something to
hurt
I was your push-pin doll.
Like how children
gouge the button-eyes and rip
the stuffing out of their teddy bears
*(but still fall asleep holding them closer than
their absentee parents)*
The truth is once,
I would have worn your bruises like
a necklace.
These days, I offer my heart up
on a platter and you don't even want
to spit on it.
All I can do now is will
my fingers to write poetry,
too cowardly
to even pick up the
phone.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
My mother is a vegetarian
I grew up on tofu and kale
We eat meatless meatballs
And always try new organic foods
I know about healthy
Your are the candy
I convince myself I don't need
But still eat anyway
You poison my body
Spreading through my veins
Infecting me
From the inside out
You chip away at my strength
Deteriorate my self esteem
So I'm convinced I need you
I know about healthy
So how did I end up
In such an unhealthy place?
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC