"disfigures" poems
Why love is so complicated?
Everyone says we need to love, but nobody want to fight for it
And in the end, love was no reason to coexist if both parts dont have the will to fight for it
In this case, the love disfigures herself and becomes one thing
One thing called prison
And shackles the one who loves in memories that are born to fade
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
The sun, so lover-like, ran her fingers
Through the glistening leaves,
Movements soft, so full of intention
Their waxy dew, shuttered in response,
A low moan played in the breeze,
The light of sonority contrasts the electric
Disharmonies in the stormy afternoon.
Though I could feel a forest now eased
The river that runs through
Carried the blood of a plural heart
Beating with a passion akin in power, though enemy in fashion,
As its waves beat the banks
Eroding them into, eating up the aridness
As though slaking were its due, muddying the sky’s blue
From its surface, piercing the eyes from its reflection
Discouraging, this turbid froth, from worth of further inspection.
It rages and rages over rocks so violently
Picking at its slimming walls, making and claiming
Detritus along the path so that all the beauty a river is
Crashes, collides, and disfigures—a chaos growing
Bigger and bigger—the speed of its wrath
Bespeaks of its wake, blasting the earth (Watch it dissipate!)
Out of my sight it runs its due course south
Spitting the detritus that arrives
At the mouth.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
Pain disfigures into numbness in the silence that screams at me
like so many crazed thoughts.
A heated state cools into quiet resentment.
Regardless of how I feel, how you do,
this night has changed us irreparably.
How can you say these things are equal?
Where do you get off?
Your half-sung apologies fall heavy on deaf ears.
Can you feel me ignoring you?
You think I let you down?
I needed to do something with my hands.
You
have shown to me
the inconsistency of love.
Nothing is unconditional.
If it were, I wouldn't even be here fighting with you.
Those words, also labile,
were the truth in the moment,
regardless of tomorrow.
I may love you,
but I hated you then.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
Eyelids of contusions smudged with bones
Winter waves grip my stripped wrists
A graceless waltz, stumbling, flailing
Strings of a marionette, gnawed by unbending stars
Trapeze walking through dizzying hills
Graffiti on my heart disfigures
Unyielding, plunging knives into memories
My hearts compass spins wildly
No direction, blindly traipsing in circles
Gazing through windowpanes of steel
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
Beneath the blanket of sleep
Where we drank from the dredge
Underneath our historical stamped bones
All the distance that we drove
Seeking the pedigree of the past
Voices recovered that once had been scraped and unheard
Brittle souls branded with dejection
As our hearts sweep away into the atmosphere
Flowers drift with the breeze
As the earths ghost crowds and disfigures
A slow, rare, river patterned with regret
Intense shame beneath fluttering space
Wishes tasting like temptation
A fatal dreamer suffering from unbearable pain
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
Aaah!!! No don't do that please.
Thunk!! Shut up you dumb *****
Aaahh!! Please don't do this
I said shut up before I slit your throat
That's it baby just relax and enjoy yourself okay...
Now get up and get dressed ya'hear
I said get dressed *****
No Awwh **** maine no
Awwh **** what have I done
**** maine ****
Sitting silently I unwillingly witness
the death of this woman
This beautiful innocent sweet woman
Sitting silently I witness
The death of this woman
This poor helpless creature
Being violently ripped to shreds
Ripped to shreds by the hands of the hands of this monster
Never even being giving the opportunity to live life to the fullest
Unbearable scars and permanent bruises
Will forever tattoo her once flawless skin
Skin the color of the earth's blood red deserts after the gorgeous sunset
Tinted with blood and the slightest hint
Of him
Head hanging limply to the side
Clothes no longer clothes but rags
Discarded on the floor by their lifeless owner
Her body battered and bruised limply lays
Exposed to the world and all of their unsightly thoughts
Her neck is only but a piece of matted skin for the bones are as fragile as china in an earthquake
Breast at their finest peak
Almost ad if they're going to explode
Explode like an active volcanoe
Het treasure is almost disfigures
Its as if it was only a toy
A toy giving to a reckless little kid
Blood here sagging pieces there
blisters oozing with the deafening odor of him
Puddles of *** on the sheets and in between her legs
Het hair matted to the sheets, dried tears and blood stains her face
Body pale and limp
It looks so familiar and yet so strange
I know this woman bit I've never seen her before a day in my life
Wait the picture
Its getting blurry and fuzzy
Gasp....thump-thump thump-thump
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Please don't do this
No please don't, please
DEJÀ VU
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
A flourish of color springs forth amid a pigeon gray background.
You hold my gaze, and, for a while, I'm frozen still. Captivated,
Perceiving only what I want to see, imperceptive to the cracks and scars,
-Any details at all that make you less perfect, less magnificent to behold.
So surely I cling to this fantastical vision, so hopelessly clear...
Just before the ink droplets' dark diffusion, the realization of a flaw.
Jolting me into a stark awareness of it's presence -however minute-
And my distaste at it's presentation. A fresh delight spoils
As this detail permanently disfigures the beauty that stood before.
And like a flutter of wings, all interest dissipates - the fantasy forever gone
From the vision of the entity I chose not to wholly look upon.
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
Listen to your love
Though it may be lost
What about the soul
The essence of life, so, too has desire
I see the absence is tragic
But come friend, may you see the beauty
A wonderful thing, beauty
See how it befriends love
Who could know that it is a combination most tragic
Who could know that soon both are lost?
Leaving behind an aching desire
A pain that disfigures the soul
Ah the soul
That which shows the beauty
Of the person and your deepest desire
Granting you the ability to love
Even if it is lost
You must embrace the tragic
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 7:38 PM UTC
smell the serenity of his soul
his, that longs endearity
that disfigures infidelity
that mistrusts commonality
his soul is more that it meets the eye
speeded up like a love train when it sees you
you, where it gives the needed attention
the love and affection
where the fibre of thine heart is transfigured
off to your hiding place
where the fire will be made
through the transmigration to a beautiful soul.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
I'm adsorbing the thoughts that occupy my mind with ideas that corrupt my actions. I am that sneaky snake hiding thoughts of un trust with shady actions. But is it truly me that thinks this up or is it you that directed me to plotting wicked ways. That make me dark & unattached. I have held no greater betrayals then being worrisome of your disfigures. To truly be awake, knowing the despairing ways of the past. I will go on knowing no other manners then my own. I will try to be gated my the people who Barry me in ideas of there own. Are these my thoughts deprived.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
Loneliness is a disease, that stifles and disfigures.
It is the side of the bed, ****** of all warmth.
The motivation behind the blade, with a cold sharp tongue,
that digs into tender sorrow.
It is the constant shadow, an illusion of company.
It is the definite reminder of why you're always feeling this way.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 10:04 PM UTC
Something, small, silver
Turning in hand, of a child
Eyes wide, concussion, cry
Gap tooth ******
Sing slow, for me
Cane Cholla cufflinks,
barbwire scars
Chainsaw mars and disfigures
Sew it up with boiled
dental floss
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 2:23 AM UTC
I could ignite the lingering spirits on my breath, to delight in the taste of death at midnight; entrusting the right of life to be caressed by bony fingertips and dressed in denial. Inside a specter writhes homing in on the heart’s reprise as it aches from deprival of the love it needs to survive. My crumbled chest rivaled with loneliness can depress the spinal sparks that decipher pain from hieroglyphs; message my brain in simple sentences, pay me with imprisonment. The final toll has long since passed despite flowing sands in the hourglass. Cracked are my lips as they slither in secrets, arrest my thoughts for they’re bound to regress into animalistic urges as the sun disfigures herself against the horizon she dies on and purges the deified notion of immortality. Demise resides inside, a parasite of time that no one shall defy. Intangible and fixed, yet unable to predict. Deep and soft it leaves its mark, like a sensuous kiss.
-SLuR
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
your gold distracts and disfigures your golden hair
a statement of power over the powerless
but now your insecurity is known
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
sketch a thought
for the girl who wanders
the echoing halls of my mind,
depression’s cold cousin,
smooth as a seal’s fur,
reaching through barriers -
wrapping your fingers around my heart,
only to pull, pull, pull;
i am belly-up
my guts exposed
like the tears that dissipate in the wind
for her.
I once knew her:
mirror, mirror,
held up to myself
and i scream -
have i been a monster?
does the gaslit lamp provide enough light?
it misleads
disfigures
we mould ourselves to marry and martyr
before we know how to speak
truthfully
love is as real and painful as the scars on my back, your wrists, my lips, yours eyes,
my mirror mind
shattered.
you gave me magic,
i gave you happiness
and you returned it
signed: “return to sender”. packaged,
parceled-up,
compartmentalized,
fragmented;
pieces of a beautiful thing
cast out across the tide
pulled along by the current
then sunk
below the water’s surface -
freezing cold
and isolated.
i washed up on shore
in a land not quite Europe
not quite America
with all of the problems
both have,
lovelorn and lost;
i survived there,
somehow -
fresh eyes
drew me forward
to explore this land
in the wake of exploring
so much pain.
now my heart is full
but so is my mind:
with the knowledge of seven years,
who i’ve been,
who i will be,
because we have to change
because i wanted change
because i’m in love and too scared
to utter those words out loud
because i don’t want to rush
or ruin
or reverberate the madness.
i will love new
i will love strong
i will love genuinely
(even when it hurts)
and
i will not give up.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
Ravenous beauty
chews on the rind
Ravenous beauty
claws on The mind
Fiddly meddling mirror
disfigures the soul
Ravenous Beauty
The snake that swallows the oyster whole
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
You take a breathe
Of what i exhale
You become all of me
You savor the emptiness
You plant within my mind
Ever so slowly
It grows
Darker and heavier
With every episode
It takes me away from myself
It steals my heart
And disfigures my thoughts
Every part of me is lost
A wish that could never be fulfilled
Only a star
Bound to implode
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC