"detoxify" poems
I want nothing from the world for it owes me nothing
I want only to exist
In the simplicity of the vast wilderness
I want my heart
And my soul to be like the wilderness
Free
Untamed
Wild and alive
I want to be alive everywhere and absorb all the beauty and wonder of it all
Embrace
Embody
Reflect
And return it back to its keeper
The flowers
The ocean
The soil
All of it.
I want to become my mother
The earth.
I want the stars to teach me all they know
I want the sun to wake me
and tell me when I should rest
I want the forest roots to guide me
The birds to sing me the songs
of the world
I want to feel spring water against my skin
I want to feel the unadulterated dirt of the earth against my feet
I want nature to heal me
Detoxify me from mans creations
the material world
I want the wind to tell me her secrets and bring me all of her wisdom
I want all of the universes' intangibilities.
I want to scream.
I want to be anonymous
I want not to be tainted by the small realm that confines me
I want never to forget the scale of the universe and
Remember that I too am a star
A toxic
Intangible
Ball of stardust
A wonder of creation
Floating in a inexhaustible,
eternal sea
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
Spellbound by love guides us together.
We detoxify ourselves from all impurities.
We shed our skin only to expose the truth.
There is no warranty for immortality.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
Now
You are a free oxygen radical,
you set the chain reaction
and there are more of you than I can
detoxify.
Then
I breathed you in-
-voluntarily;
you were always there,
at the end of the electron transport chain,
you broke apart
to accommodate my capricious protons
and you changed state;
for me.
Now
I am in oxidative
s
t
r
e
s
s
as you are colliding
your way through my melanocytes -
and my skin is draining white
and my eyes are burning red.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
I.
I breathed in each toxic
story of relatives
departed or deported
that left you with nothing
but gerbera daisies
next to gravestones.
II.
I tried to diffuse
my scholarly ambitions,
to fill in the blanks
on your applications,
to change your histology
to help you evolve.
III.
My body rejected you.
My alveoli ached
to be free and breathe.
My chordae tendinae
were pulled too taut
and tore.
IV.
I caved into myself
with no other choice
but to detoxify.
*November 13, 2014
10:27:16 PM*
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
Orange sun shining—
pastel petals drip
weeping for warmth
beaming ebulliently after a pour
breathing the scent of petrichor
blushing sweetly, like after a kiss
Absorbing all the moisture I can
blooming when I'm nurtured
and fertilized just right
Detoxify my root,
Oxidize my bliss
Spreading seeds
semi-annually
and flowering for you
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
Somebody Take Me
by Ryan P. Kinney and J.M. Romig
You shook me up
And poured out my mind
Cooked me ‘til I crystallized
Crushed me up and smoked me
You got high on my experiences
Took my stories into your body
You loved it
Then the bad trip came crashing in
The heartbreaks, the beatings,
The suicidal thoughts
I made you paranoid, cynical, and distrusting
Every loss peppered with a smile
Each warm, glowing moment
Tainted with the debauchery of the act
You’ll pay for all this in rehab
Blood and tears diluted with stale coffee and ****** cigarettes
(They all taste the same)
Go ahead, Detoxify.
Spit me out
No matter how you try to purge
You’ll never be rid of this poison
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
Put it on the water
Toxic becomes hater
Age doesn't matter
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
Of a cleanse she speaks so sweetly
As if a sweat
some fresh veggies
and sobriety
will erase the evil deeds she did
She’ll never escape the
emotional poison she injected
into their lives
It will be an anchor
Dragging
and
Keeping her toxic
Despite her denial.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC
your eyes were the thing that got me hooked, the first dose of your drug. then, you made me feel special and worth something, the second dose; the addiction was growing. and as time progressed, my addiction grew and my vision became fuzzy, and you became all of me. that's when I overdosed. and now you're gone and I'm just an addict with a pen. I think it's time to become sober. my dear darling of a drug, this is where the pain stops and you become nothing but a memory and I begin to detoxify.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
Mister, mister,
Come a little closer...
Let me melt away your worries,
Carry you higher,
Remind you what hapiness is,
No false hopes,
No more lies,
The end of the ******** she gives you.
Let me detoxify the poison
She injected into you,
Cure all your sicknesses,
Scare away your demons with mine.
All I ask,
Is for you to let me in when I knock on your door.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Daytime is clawing its way into the room
Let's go outside and breathe in the fresh Yorkshire air
Let's detoxify our boozed up brains
Three hungover bodies overlap each other across the bed
All their nausea and fatigue beautifully intertwined
Securely fastening each other's complete lack of drive for the day
What does carpe diem mean anyway?
Just some Latin **** innit
A dead language
It's 9:51am
And I'm sat in the corner
Wondering to myself why on earth do I do this
All the time
Is it fun
I'm sure it used to be
Or was I just boring back then
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
My mother always warned me about the boys whose palms were made of calluses,
And whose hearts held a shield of armor so thick that even the brightest flames couldn’t weaken it.
She always told me that they would string you along and make you feel so full of love and brightness,
That you would become blinded to the truth of what they felt within their heads.
Even though I listened to her, I still found myself trapped by boys who saw my heart and my sexuality as the same thing.
I still wound myself tight around the boys who made my bed smell like ***** and ****
And I caressed them in the same way mothers do with their children.
But every time I found myself broken again, my mother would tell me to scrub my skin raw and wash away every part of these boys that I let near me.
I had to wash my mouth out with soap every time I let their name slip from my lips, as if it were the dirtiest of curses.
She said I needed to burn every memory of them; literally and figuratively.
I needed to let flames grasp up towards their pictures,
And erase all the messages they sent with hearts and smiles.
My mother told me that she wouldn’t be upset if these boys dragged me in,
Because she had been there too;
Chasing the boys who thought they were men because they had cigarettes dangling from their lips.
She told me that everyone learns from their past lovers how to detoxify their bodies once they leave.
It’s not with water and cucumber mixtures or baths made of roses,
It’s with fists clenched as tears stream down our faces,
It’s with our voices screaming and our hearts beating strong.
When we are broken from these boys, whose mouths are filled with sut,
My mother told me, we fight to build ourselves back up.
We do not suffocate on their weaknesses which they blamed on us.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
I hate you and I hate what you've done to me.
I've lost everything because of you.
I let myself fall for you, you promised me happiness.
Why did I believe your lies?
Because I knew the rush you'd give me.
I love it so much, I'm in too deep and now I can't quit you.
I want to quit you, I need to quit, but I can't.
I'm obsessed.
You're always on my mind.
The stress of not having you causes me to break out in a rash.
My skin becomes in sync with the fire burning in my mind.
That''s why when I have you, I'm all over you.
I don't let go.
I love pulling you closer and closer.
Pushing you inside me.
Even at school, hell, I've done it in class.
I need my fix.
It's pure ecstasy.
The problem is, I'm just using you.
I just want that high.
This romance is chaos.
You're destructive and I abuse you.
It's not wrong if we both do it, right?
I hate what you've done to my mind.
I can't think straight.
I've lost friends because of you.
Wasted so much time and money in the pursuit of you.
You're still my drug of choice.
I chose you.
I said yes to you.
I still think about calling, trying to get you back.
I'm trying to detoxify myself of you.
Get rid of your poison.
I still have the razor I used to cut you.
Sometimes I cut myself with it so I can put you back in my bloodstream.
The doctor told me time would make me love you less.
But "absence makes the heart grow fonder."
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC