"dirties" poems
With black leaves and black clocks,
I fall and drift as the time I forgot
Spirals beneath me,
A whirlpool dragging me
Down, down, down.
It dirties my soul with every turn,
Blackens the lessons that I learn,
Removes my life that means nothing now.
Away I travel.
Exploring the world with a sense of unknown,
Pitter-pattering on the edge of reason.
My doom is inevitable.
It is imminent.
It is lonely.
Alone, alone I press on.
I take back the black of the leaves and the clocks,
And slow the seconds in the time I forgot.
It is now.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, when love is like a dream---we live not exist:>
love
when a skirting golden light sinks the morning room
when a chocolate's mist takes away the gloom
when a song blasts the ear you make a scream
when a coffee's first sip lightens the mind with steam
when a sea races the waves alone dived
when a rainbow kisses a mere the rain skied
when a heart makes a dance
when a landscape stills the stance
when a painted hand dirties the whites
when a moon never fails to shine in sight
when a run feels like the embrace of the winds mint
when a line flows a ray of a poem in every tint
and we live not exist
------ravenfeels
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC
If I wear to choose to hide these lip stains
From the fabric of your collar
I'd choose ****
Put on some chapstick maybe
But instead I paint my mouth with the darkest of lipstick
To match with your crude taste
I want you to remember me
Every ounce of my black and burgundy
Never forget the longing you feared
And I willingly embraced
Leave my mark
So you can trace your steps back to your emptiness
I'm the girl with the dark lipstick
They'll match my lips with the imprint
That dirties your collar
Yes
I was there
Make them know how unaware eyes were
The secrets you held trapped behind your bedroom door
Words say too much
But these blacks and burgundies say just enough.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 2:09 PM UTC
Much can happen
In the space
Between the marks
Of the seconds
On a clock
The world could turn
Into a murky brown puddle
Of **** and shitstains
That dirties the boots
Of all the people
On the way to work
Or home to the wife
And twelve kids
The room with white walls
Slowly but surely
Turns to one with black walls
That sweat dark pearls
That melt the doorknob,
Block the windows,
And cover the door
The bubbles in the bath
Burst and leave clear water
That hold your floating filth
In microscopic specks
And the flickering light
Flirts with you
To dip your head and fall asleep
In the fading warmth
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
Old paneled walls, worn and weathered
Infinite grains of sand littering my wood floors
The mud that dirties my pant legs on a rainy day
Slimy, soggy, mold-ridden bananas
Rot, Rotten, Rotted
All lead to the essence of brown.
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 1:17 PM UTC
My horns of tree trunks; Lift my fragile head,
Born in the image of Venus; I live my life to regret.
Delicate locks of golden brown; They'll flow like a river downwards,
As leaves will begin to crowd; Hiding my own *****
Hidden behind the willow tree; Shall stand both a woman and girl.
One in each other, just simply in different worlds.
A desperate glance of despair, falling from eyes of the young,
A hopeful glare of happiness as the woman looks towards the air.
Laying amongst the dirt, the rough ground and grit,
it dirties my hands and covers my fingertips.
I sprawl outwards like a cat, relaxing below the sunshine,
I close my eyes as the sun becomes nothing more than a nightlight.
Sweet Taurus; It's whomst I am;
Sweet Lady of The Lamb.
I live this life as a mortal being,
but dreams of becoming a deity within my mind.
In prayers,
I capture your heart.
Aug 6, 2022
Aug 6, 2022 at 4:34 PM UTC
Old paneled walls, worn and weathered
Infinite grains of sand littering my wood floors
The mud that dirties my pant legs on a rainy day
Slimy, soggy, mold-ridden bananas
Rot, Rotten, Rotted
All lead to the essence of brown.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 11:12 AM UTC
Never the woman,
always the other woman.
She-poets have sung of it since
they first gave words
to the wet knot of their hearts.
The consolation prize, the late-comer
who must be the one to wash his
***** hands. Not a goddess but
the amazon who presses on his
body’s weakest points. The villainess.
The other woman has no power.
He doesn’t need to know her name,
her fears, which books made her cry as
a girl. He already has his golden idol,
but he wants a clay vessel on the side.
He doles her out careful smiles under
pinkblue bar-lights or in smoky kitchens.
He tells her yes you’re beautiful
but I’ve got a better one at home still
can I see the shape you make in my bed?
And she is hopeful and lost
but finds his arm and lets herself be led.
Never the woman, but a girl who
plays games in the mud, dirties her dress,
blacks out her face, her soiled lips.
And women speak of the other woman
like she is a crow above their doors.
Watching them make their love
through greedy eyes while
nursing her barbed and tangled heart.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 7:55 AM UTC
I love the rain
the way it cleanses
purifies
the air
washing away a great amount of my troubles.
Rain has connotations of sadness and gloom
I don't understand why.
It tries so hard to wash away the worlds troubles
sometimes it gets things wrong
that's okay.
I hate the sun.
the way it dirties
humidifies
the air
letting my troubles bake in the atmosphere.
Sun has connotations of happiness and glee
I don't understand why.
It becomes over confident and shines too brightly.
It thinks it's always right
that's not okay.
*
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 9:39 AM UTC
I walk with my soul on my back,
All jumbled with my life in a sack,
It dirties and tumbles all around,
Inside this sack on my back.
It shakes with my worries and stress,
And with my fears that never rest,
But if I were to choose I'd have to say,
The least of its worries is fears and stress.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
When it first falls from clouded skies, snow is beautiful and soft. It hushes the world, and those who watch its progress are content to smile and reminisce. As it accumulates, it covers everything with its purity and its pearl white so that even that which was ugly now sparkles with the magic of a fairytale. Its is the most breathtaking of natural beauty, and none can help but be intoxicated by its presence. All that it falls on is seduced into forgetting the inherent transience of its nature - this is why the sun always shocks when it breaks through the clouds. When crisp and solid beauty melts until it is formless, and then until ugliness begins to peek through it again, and finally until it is reduced to mud and slush that dirties the shoes of busy people and makes them angry. So they curse its ugly remains and wish it would leave entirely. Always their wishes are realized, and the mud and slush dry up and disappear until all that is left of the beauty of the snow is its memory and an empty bitterness and the small hope that perhaps another storm might come. So humanity sits in this way and prays that the clouds would come back, or, more desperately, that they had never left at all.
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 3:19 AM UTC
my mind breathes color
painting memories with
faces in rich oils
light watercolor
water rarely dirties
you are a strong forest green
welcoming, rooted, sensible, honest
he is a gentle sea blue
jovial, calm, deep, understanding
my dear friend, carrying a foreign name, royal purple
the boy I used to fancy, burnt orange
the other boy, rich teal, when he returns my smiles
cinnamon, pearls, dusty blue
my father is honey-stained oak paneling
my mother is garnet fabrics
my brother is a vivid red
the woman behind the coffee counter this morning, sweet canary yellow
the man jogging past my house this afternoon, the color of granola and sand
and me. i.
the world is a kaleidoscope
i have always been grey
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
dawn,
i am clean,
unmarked, but the day happens,
life happens;
she comes home at night,
abuses me,
ruins me,
dirties my purity.
she brands me with
her own scars and more with
fresh wounds.
her crimson ink
bleeds onto my lines, haphazardly
some days, rough days, most days.
when the world scored a
knockout and she's down for...
a while, she's
bleeding all over me-
splatters and splashes in a rush
and then just a drop, and
eventually it stops.
i swell in red, but
she can sleep now.
pen down.
dawn will rise again,
i'll start again,
clean.
the night i end blank,
safe from the whippings and
harshness of experience, and she
doesn't come to me-
it's the end of her,
the death of me.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:46 PM UTC
*If He shall have the courage to find me
then I shall be waiting.
Though, one must know that I contain multitudes;
Forever I am being taken over by some other mind.
There is the sun melting my skin away
rendering me exposed to all who do not deserve to see.
There is the moon keeping me safe
in the daunting darkness that incessantly tries to consume me.
There is the ocean which is fickle—
Today it will feel bereft of sea life thus pulling me down ‘til my weightless lungs have become an anchor.
Tomorrow its sea life will be abundant and it will allow me to float along its gentle waves undulating beneath my body.
There is the grass which cushions my falls
making it easier to rise up again and keep pushing forward.
There is the soil which dirties my weak palms
and hides me away in its dry darkness long enough to suffocate my being.
There are the trees, flowers, stars, and the wind.
There are the insects, animals, and humans
all which are a part of me,
and if all of that is too much to hold then let me go.
I contain multitudes and if He shall love me
then He, too, will become a part of me,
and He, too, will contain multitudes.*
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
The world hath gone back to the time of the ancient Romans as I noticed man doth get his sick kicks out of seeing another murdered, beaten, robbed, violence guru's!!! These beasts I seeith art what thou calleth humans, yes humans!!!
As in the last few days I've really been thinking of what man hath done to this rock ( I'm just visiting until mine return home). How he hath barred it with fences. How he hath blundered it by poison, bombs, weapons, disease, hate, no love to be found other than only in a few left.... See I live in these apartments, with a river behind me. With trees All around me and a river behind mine apartments ...and the river hast islands around it going back to the time of the Shawnee Indians also known as Miami Indians.... I hear those heavenly birds outside mine window daily and I see the beautiful greenery wrapping around mine building... Than I go down to the river and see how amazing the beauty is other than the disgusting brown river created by beast's chemicals dumped into it by the glass factory down the road that shoots up million miles worth of smoke!!! Anyways back to story... I hear those God created birds hum for me daily.. And all the little creatures I feed just down below our porch.... Cats, racoon's, squirrels, possoms, skunks, sometimes coyote, all creatures.... Than I think of what man is doing... Destroying mine green land.. Destroying our weather.. Governments using ( DARPA) governmental agency that controls weather) to control weather and bring storms in thy humans only planet to take care of!!! As man dirties Rivers... Smokes the sky with pollutant molecules... And poison's the water and their own people whilst controlling those people , I canst help but to feel indignation...as thee humans doth haveth. Though God whispers to me and said to me...
Son,
It shalt all be renewed soon.
No more men's hurt to their planet
Not their brothers
sisters
Moms
Dads
Lovers....
It shalt all be made pure soon
Mine child...
As at the time I smiled
And said
I know father
I know..
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
Love not found under bed sheets,
But found in the heart,
Spread thinly as the beach sand
That dirties my feet
When we ran into the woods.
Connected by fear
And our hands
As we stumbled upon safety
In a city of giants undisturbed by society,
I felt your thoughts sweat through your fingerprints,
Siphon into my blood to pulse through my body.
And when we lit campfires for our lungs
You tucked me close to your knee,
Your elbow resting on my femur,
Rushing your thoughts even faster still to my heart.
I felt your love nest at the base of my brain,
And I was reminded
That I love you,
How you love the thought of loving me,
And how much that will never matter.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
A supermassive black hole
Dirties and devours my whole
I shall never surrender
To the thriving thrown thunder
I blow up my biding bounds
Ignoring igniting wounds
I trust no one but my shade
I ****** nothing but my blade
I am free, fending and forging
An unknown spell ; a blessing
In a foreign fine language
At the alpha from this age
Spirits spread their protection
Around my raw rattling frame
Come down to ***** your blame
And your dreaded damnation
I will stand so straight and smile
Come on now, throw up your bile
Against your licked and lethal
Vial, I am immortal.
September 10, 2013
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
I imagine death is a beginning
OR anonymity a release
Food and ***
is all we ever really talk about
money is
a quiet thing.
The roaches hide behind the closet.
Cleaning their home
dirties ours even more.
We won't miss these secrets.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC