"edgier" poems
In the broken ages we thrive with words edgier than swords, over the bay window we hear seagulls taunting the waves for another storm.
Pavement taking over the woods
Treasuring breathable conversations between souls.
Then without even a slight sigh
the babbling brooks stops in their tracks leaving ****** steps of regret and nightmares of dinner dates.
We’ve been waiting and waiting for the rain, like a sigh of relief instead of wishful bliss
Whenever people come over, the silver is never shiny enough,
the windows not clean, chairs creaky, dust in corners and you’re never fully there.
How to please the people of yesterday, tomorrow or today.
To invite them into your own home, that may not be a castle or even a cozy cabin.
How to please, appeal to the upper crowd or even the town people.
The ones with similar shoes as you.
What to expect rather than regret, the crippling, snarling inner voice saying
“time for bed little you, tomorrow may be your last day of tjoho”
Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 5:35 PM UTC
I feel it moving within
Not sure what it is yet
My heart flutters then beats harder
The fine hair upon alabaster flesh rises
I pace back and forth across the room
Nothing heard but the thump of my heartbeat in my ear
I don't understand what is going on
With every pace I get edgier
Devilish green eyes sparkle beneath scarlett lashes
Suddenly noise breaks through
Dishes breaking, pans clanking
The yelling overtaking it all
Heart pounds faster as my pace increases
I feel like I might break into a run
Each scream makes me cringe
Fists clench
Looking down blood coats my palms
Realizing my nails broke through the skin
Images flash through my mind
Fire, explosions, screams,
I run from the noise below
Feet hit the stairs faster and faster
My blood feels hot
Skin flushed, film of sweat across my brow
I try the calming exercises
Singing between bursts of pacing again
Deep breaths in slow out
Trying to fight it
Yet the fuel feeds the monster
Redheaded monster as I call it
Parents continue their tirade
They don't care what it does to me
I feel it surging forward
Reaching my inner sanctum
Pinching my thigh hard trying to fight it off
Knowing it is futile to fight
Inhaling a deep breath
It surges through me
Blood boils
A noise escapes parted lips
Guttural, filled with pain, resignation, and pure RAGE!
Hands grasp anything they can
Ripping, pulling, tearing
Kicking, stomping, jumping
Screams fill the room as the rage continues to unleash
Why do they do this?
They know it sets me off
Unglues me
Luckily this room is filled with things that are meant for this
My explosions had come less frequent but more volatile
I knew I had to get control
Right now wasn't going to happen
Rage consumes me
Surging like a tidal wave
When triggered I explode
Just like a nuclear bomb
My arms and legs tire
I am weak from the tirade
Falling to the bed
Cool sheets soothe heated flesh
Heartbeat slows
Breathing grows softer
The tiny hairs settle down
I hear the very faint hint of soothing music
Lids fall softly blanketing glistening green orbs
Moisture dries upon cheeks
Body relaxes as all the fire escapes
Leaving behind a beautiful, sleeping form
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
☺☻☺☻☺☻
Post-Christian pornstar unsubdued,
My lady—you are too tattooed;
bored, studded, and nearly as cheap
as everyone else tossed on the heap.
You don’t excite, inspire or alarm.
You’re just a big Alterna-Bore. No harm
done to me; baby you’re a pincushion
of piercingly superficial fashion
Neither tribal nor demonic—just silly.
I pity you, pierced like that willy-nilly…
Some conserva-matron with a gun
is edgier, riskier (and way more fun)
Israeli soldiers are hotter than you.
1940’s pinups sexier. It’s true.
That’s why we won. Now they’re losing it.
And so am I… but thanks for choosing it.
(War)
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Let me tell you about my friend
With pale light skin and ginger hair
She has a personality so beautiful, it’s rare
Whenever I’m down, she’s always there
She has blue eyes that eases the mind
With a smile that can brighten up anyone’s life
Her name is Cara but to me, she’s Mother Nature
A perfection trapped in a human figure
I’m like a sinner and she’s the sister
Listening to all my worries and adventures
When I rant about how ****** in the head I am
She reminds me how far I came to be the better man
It’s been an absolute pleasure meeting her
A one of a kind diamond treasure
I’ll always be grateful and forever love her
Even if I am a bit more edgier
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 7:58 PM UTC
A colony of Atlas Stones
defends itself with heavy handedness
intercession relies on physicality
only power warrants movement
and only movement measures success
pushing what's in your way becomes a master key
to move through a locked down nation
a girdle is worn on America's underbelly
bloated by an autoimmune disease.
The Atlas Stones reproduce
tiny innocuous pellets that take an edgier form
filling up the feed trough until they're mature
enough to buzz like flies over the deceased
burrowing inside anything not made of concrete
turning their reluctant host into stone
a facsimile of a fairer, freer fossil
these stones infect everything with their heaviness
so we must remove the concrete and steel inside.
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 4:19 AM UTC
Today I saw someone that looked like you.
She had your build,
strong shoulders but no *******
She had your hesitant open-mouthed smile with the incisors that stick out a little too far.
The shaven sides, an edgier hairstyle that always suited you.
Even her fingers looked like yours
and she handled everything with gentle caresses, just like you did.
She walked like a man though.
You never walk like a man.
I could not stop staring.
I wanted to get to know her
but she was probably nothing like you.
No one is like you.
I wanted to hug her
but she probably would not bury her face in my neck like you did.
I wanted to kiss her
because I had never kissed you
and maybe if I did
you would have stayed.
I could not stop staring.
I miss you.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
The moon is full
The lone wolf howls
The night is a foggy one
The air has chill to it
The moonlight makes the forest even edgier
The child in me is scared
The house at the end couldn't be haunted, could it?
The chills run down my spine
The school boys dare is cursed upon me
The dare
The house couldn't be haunted. It couldn't
The steps I take seem endless
The house finally gets closer
The house is old, and abandon
The home of an 18th century witch
The shackled windows were covered in spiderweb
The walls were burned
The floors were unstable
The door, opened
The inside was eery, gloomy and creepy
The house was abandoned. I told myself
The house wasn't
The door had slammed shut behind me
The upstairs rooms emitted a mischievous cackle
The child that was I wanted to leave
The door would not open
The house's temperature suddenly got hotter
The house was coursed
The light
The house's interior was growing red and orange
The fire
The fire that killed the witch will **** me
The dared boy will burn
The curse
The dare
The bullies
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
He doesn't want me
He wants her
Needs her
Aches for her
But she doesn't want him
It tears him apart
Hurts him so much
I hate her
but she's my best friend
enemy
There's no difference
She's me
But cooler
Prettier
Smarter
Edgier
She is everything I am
And more
So much more
But I love him
And she doesn't
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
You tell me I'm not putting in effort.
You tell me I don't care.
You tell me to pay more attention.
You tell me you don't care.
I think I'm trying, only to be told I'm not.
I'm so confused, that I think I must be shot.
What does trying look like?
You say I'm cold.
You say I must think of you as a means to an end.
You say I need to be edgier and not act like a wimp.
Yet things are so messed up I don't even feel that.
So many different messages coming through.
What am I supposed to do?
I read and I learn.
Nothing helps.
Cold and silent.
That's what I'll do.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC