"electrocute" poems
To all the goodbyes
I say goodnight
To everyone that dies
I hope it's bright
To everyone;
With a razor
Hand of pills
Tied rope
Dangling keys
Extreme height below
Finger over a light trigger
Electricity at hand
Open propane tank
Empty plate, with full glass
Stop, think about who you're leaving behind
I know my words aren't going to stop you, but just read
Did you bother to write and leave a note?
Is it worth it then?
Saying you're sorry, knowing you'll leave someone behind?
Stop. Think about why you're doing it
Do you have nobody?
Think about your opportunities that'll fly past
The chance of ever meeting someone?
Did you lose someone?
Think about if you'll actually see them again?
Being bullied?
Fight back, with whatever you have
Life shoved you down?
No, I'm not asking you to get up!
I'm telling you to get your *** into a nap
Think about all the possibilities that might not be
Think of all the opportunities and people in the future
Think of your legacy
Think of anything except the pain
Now balance the pain and everything else
Want to jump? Skyfall
Want to shoot? Paintball and games
Want to hang? Bungee
Want to overdose? Take 10% of it and party
Suffocate in propane gas, or blow up? Cook a nice meal, invite a friend or family. Surround yourself. No friends and family? Find a friend, build a family.
Want to speed wrong side of the road? Speed on the right side of the road and get carried with the wind, do it over again
Want to cut yourself? Cut off the pain and wrong influences
Electrocute yourself? Rather save electricity and watch a good movie with friends or family. Have none? Watch a movie alone, play a game online. Make friends, build a family
Want to starve yourself so you can get drunker and finally forget it all, when your liver gives in? Eat a lot more, blow off some steam at the gym and build a body that girls/guys would like, attract them and make new friends. Drink with friends.
I've tried many things, some of them didn't work out, or I couldn't stay awake longer. Create new dreams if the old ones died. Work hard for them. Achieve something
"At least leave a ******* legacy behind" is what my bestfriend, Steph used to say
"You can get out of this alive, but maybe a little ****** up, but anything damaged can be repaired" My bestfriend Josh used to say
"Life can carry you away without what you thought you needed" my bestfriend Divene used to say
Even more quotes from people I've lost in my life, so I ask you just think about it all
Still going through with it? Remember it's a one way ticket
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
I adore the lightness of your eyelashes
How they are the moment before takeoff
I adore your laugh
How it bounces like a cluster of balloons flying away
I adore your hands
How they electrocute me with warmth
I adore your arms
How they are strong enough to never let go
I adore your eyes
How they aren’t just a window to your soul, but to the entire universe
I adore you
Like the moon loves the sun
I adore you
Of a consuming caliber
I adore you
Like the summer needs just a hint of rain
*I adore you
with
every single fiber
of my being.*
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
I know exactly how your lips will feel
The moment before they brush mine
Yet your kisses never fail
To take my breath away
I know exactly the path your fingers will trace
Along my cheek to the back of my neck
Yet your touch never fails
To electrocute my skin
I know exactly the look in your eyes
Before you lean your face towards mine
Yet your gaze never fails
To paralyze me
We are an oxymoron
Inexplicable
But we are also puzzle pieces
Perfectly seamless
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
Yea Peekaboo
Pikachu
Me you see how I electrocute
I mean shock you
I mean magnetically I accume
Energy That blooms
Positively im charged like electrons
Off negatively the neutrons
Enough power inside this timed bomb
You cant disarm
Voltron
You lookin at a powerbomb
My light shall dawn
Even when they cloud Vashawn
Thats how darkness Responds
Dnt wanna see the light
Wait till Pikachu Strike
Evolve to Raichu
I'll enlighten you
Drinkin on some powerjuice
Goin see some lighting shoot
Thats the storm i'm bout to produce
For the storms ive been through
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
I wonder how many times you have climbed into a tub and thought,
"Wow maybe I could drown in hopes of escaping my life."
I dont know how many of you have thought that but let's just say a few.
One: I step into the tub with my left foot and the water is immensely warm.
Downing pills couldn't be that bad right now.
Maybe I could grab the bottle without anybody noticing.
I wonder if I could make my own concoction of medicine would suffice.
Concoction is a funny word.
Two: I step in with my right foot and everything is tingling from the heat.
If I charge my phone from the plug over there by the sink,
Could I electrocute myself?
I wonder how bad electrocution hurts.
Deep fried food would be nice right now.
Three: I sink into the tub and pull my knees to my chest.
if I lay back now and fight myself from breathing,
Could I do it?
I wonder how long it takes somebody to drown themselves in a tub while fighting their instinct to survive.
I could adapt and grow gills.
Four: I lay back into my tub and watch the water rise.
The water is warm and my body is heavy.
I can't **** myself because my headstone will be something sad,
My funeral will play music I'll hate listening to as a ghost,
People I don't even know will show up.
What if my ex shows up?
Five: I sink lower into the water until I can no longer hear clearly and it tickles the side of my eyes.
What's the point in breathing.
Breathing is so weird.
Why do I have to maintain a body that's going to die anyways?
I wonder what dying feels like.
Six: I've been in here for an hour. Maybe I should get out.
This water has turned mildly lukewarm.
I'd like to stay but I'm getting kinda cold and I like the warmth.
Could I just empty half and add more hot water?
I am sitting in a pool of my own dirt.
Great.
Seven: I'm climbing out while simultaneously pulling the stopper.
Theres so many different ways to say that you or somebody is dying;
Kick the bucket.
Pull the plug.
One foot in the grave.
Bite the dust.
Croak.
Some of them are kinda funny.
Eight: Realizing that I love baths but hate the thoughts that come with the quiet bathroom.
I'm exhausted.
The mental kind of exhausted.
Can I stop now?
Can I just lay down and close my eyes?
My anxiety is overworking me.
Nine: I open my door with a stiff towel and a cold room.
I love the quiet but the quiet kills.
I love my mind yet the way it works is poisonous to me.
Ten: Nothing.
Sitting.
Alone.
In my empty bedroom.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
I'm sinking under the waters surface
In some sort of helpless hoping
that they'll entangle me inside
of their electric lace curtains,
Won't you engulf me?
Swallow me whole and
electrocute me.
Maybe then I'll wake up as one of you.
Sinking for completely different reasons
flowing gracefully, seeking out prey.
Let me explore with you...
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
You Egyptian hipstress
philosophically diggin’ through this
world to find a life to live with.
Your summer breeze
metaphorically testing & caressing me
--keep questioning
don’t ever stop, please,
trust me
it’s endearing
and steadfast.
Hearing your voice
my mind rejoices
synapses electrocute my brain
& the fire in your voice
rises, burning, pulsing
hypnotic sonar warming my
soul…
yet you’re impulsively young, still trying
to find the right air to breathe;
via singing artistic gypsy
dominating submissives
yet pondering above your
third eye
burning,
warming,
heating—vividly alive
within your eyes
is intriguing
yet deep down
your rising
embers pop!
Your body dances
sway—shaking—swaying
burning ancient questions
in the earth
but forgetting
what the fuse
is connected to….
find the fuse
May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
Jump and glide across moon-still open waters,
Pass with ease through mind-made vacuous quarters,
Electrocute the most unexpecting still seas,
Ignore all pre-learned rules, erase all sensibilities.
Do not cease to migrate from thought
Unless your life is lost, forever stretched, forever taut,
Dance together, forever floating higher,
Drive you like a sober high from which you never tire.
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 4:20 PM UTC
I am such a ****** man
Learned it through growing up
I write particularly about much of nothing
My heart cries out that one day I will succeed in my dream
I know I am stubborn about love
But I have to love myself to give it away
I am prone to write about the ugliness of life
So much tragedy we all see daily
I am not fond of the road I have chosen
It seem like one wrong turn will do me in
If only I could be as strong as others I see
The ones who I admire that look at darkness and only laugh
These are the ones I would like to be like
They fill my heart with joy and they don't even know it
They put pen to paper and write an awesome poem I can only wish to write
I read these words from them and I can only feel better about myself and my day
Not so when you read one of mine
Darkness clouds my mind
I even give it a try
But am lost for words in these darken eyes
I write about death and pain
I talk **** about love and how chaos has ruined my day
If only I could write like my heroes
Then and only then I would be at a place where I would know
Things aren't that way in this perspective of mine
Beauty is all around me but I look at the garbage cans
I stare up at the sky and wish a storm to pass by
Maybe a bolt of lightning would electrocute me
One could only hope for things to go right
But here I sit not doing much of anything with my time
It's difficult to find my sanity with the way I feel
Wondering if it isn't just a dream and not much is real
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC
please stop writing letters to me,
and by that i just mean, please stop
being so nice to me always. when i can’t sleep, also,
when i cry, which is the same thing, really,
i tell myself that it is because the night is
the wrong size. i used to sleep with your
sweatshirt tucked underneath my head as though
it had been your stomach. i don’t do that anymore.
i don’t remember what your stomach tastes like
anymore. i wear my father’s old sweaters and sit
like an electric storm on my bed and cry. i never close
the blinds. i think part of me wants my neighbors
to see that i’m not very strong after all. it’s like
i think that that’s some kind of hot secret. in therapy
i am told that i am strong and smart and part of me
wants to laugh because if only she knew. when you
come back, you’ll be so happy to see me, you wrote. when
you come back, you’ll be so happy to see me that you’ll start crying,
you wrote. when you come back, maybe you can electrocute me open.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Your perfect mouth forms
An inundation of sweet nothings
But your eyes don't echo the words
You hold my face like I mean something
But the reflections in your eyes show only
The ghosts of lovers past
Your body radiates beckoning warmth
I inhale your subtle scent
You're human
You're real
Every sense I possess tells me so
But as I reach for you
All I grasp is air
It slips between my fingers
And sends a chill through my body
Your electricity lingers in my lips, my fingertips, my breath
Raising goosebumps on my arms
Running a current along my spine
I yearn to again
Electrocute myself with your touch
I ache to feel your vitality
I long for a phantom
A man whose thoughts I will never again invade
I long for a memory
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
You are an alien
Your language is foreign
To me
You electrocute my skin
With yours
Leaving me floating
I cannot predict you
Not your fingers
Not your words
Not your lips
But you trace
The bend in my spine
With familiarity
And kiss my lips
With innocence
We are
Unexplored
To one another
Yet already
I crave the comfort
Of your extraterrestrial
Presence
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
My eyes
Used to run exactly like a faucet would
Crying because of every bruise
Head damage
People hitting my head
And calling it a day
Daily
I would trip
Fall
And land on my head
Push
Shove
And land on my head
Every Amber alert I would hear
Would make me cry
Turning on the dials
And tears would be pouring out of my eyes
Because I thought
I would be the next victim
To be kidnapped
Scared to leave the house
Scared to leave my mother
I thought the same about thunderstorms
How the lightning
It would possibly catch the house on fire
When I was sleeping
Or electrocute me when I'm touching a window
Seems to say
Times have changed
Years have gone on
I'm still the same faucet
But now just a ruined one
Drops of water
Leaving the faucet
On unprompted moments
And some
Wouldn't even come out
On the most tear-threatening
Situation
As if the faucet has the mind of its own
The faucet
Would turn on
By mere phantoms
Trying to take out the faucet
And warning to make it shatter
Faucet
Made of china-glass
The fragile glass
Was made to be broken one day
And be replaced by another
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 11:48 PM UTC
do you feel that too? do you feel the sting of the static electrocute our lovelorn lips right after they part? do you feel the pull of gravity when we kiss? it guides our hands to find each other’s necks, and every movement creates heart earthquakes and little soul deaths. do you feel the bumps on my skin as you undress my mind and at the same time, take off my clothes? do you feel your fingertips mark me with potential wounds, but cover them up with warm kisses? you’ve traveled on my body like a clueless wanderer, and you found the places that i hide from everybody else. you’ve touched the parts of me that nobody can see but us. do you feel that too? do you feel the ghosts hide behind the curtains when you say, “you still haunt me in my sleep,” even when we sleep side by side every night? you used to say that the grass and the trees and the leaves and the branches dance for me. well love, they stop all their swaying and twisting when our bodies move together in the dark; we have an accidental choreography to the symphonies that our hearts create. the whole world stops to listen when you say, “you’re beautiful,” and the sky forgets to shine along with the sun when i smile. we are each other’s world; we are each other’s sky & sunshine. tell me. do you feel that too? do you feel the colors splatter your insides when you realize that you’re in love, and when you realize that you wouldn’t know what to do if this love ever falls apart? because i do, love. i feel them all. i feel the static. i feel the earthquakes. i feel the world stop. i feel the clocks stop ticking. i feel everything all at once, even when it only really happens in my mind. tell me, do you feel this too? i feel everything for you.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
we’ll start here, turtle.
this is what I say to the grey thing I’ve been talking to.
the only buffer between engagement & constant engagement
is life
during wartime.
I conceive of a dropper
but hold it empty
above my eye.
because it is the one word without a beginning
suffering
because it is the one word without a beginning
is not limited
by its
vocabulary.
we wanted a sophisticated god
but in immediate
unison
called it
god.
this is the grey cream
that gives her privacy.
I am drawn to a sort of journalism
by association, a campestral formlessness
attached
for example
to the term
carpet bombing.
how is death, here? in an orange ball of yarn
she is not ahead of?
she has to stop, turtle.
to declaw an electrocuted kitten
she didn’t
electrocute.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
This mess, in steps we break the pace
Afraid to face our own mistakes
I've given enough
I have more to take
Your words circle my brain stem
Electrocute whatever's left
I'm a mission with plans of regret
Affect the grip you tightened with
Sorry for the sinking ship
I've grown accustomed to
Heartbreak.
I've learned to swallow
********
The only thing I haven't done
Is truly escaped...
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
Child,
Didn't they tell you this is only
Casual?
As he presses his body against your
You climb on top of him
As he becomes your mountain
You become his avalanche.
His fingertips electrocute you
With every touch
A spark ignites
Dancing across your neck
Tantalizing your stomach
Bursting on the surface of your legs
He makes every inch of you feel special.
You see his ex-lovers and feel insecure
He pilfers every ounce of doubt you ever felt
And molds it into trust.
Magical, it seems
His smile stretches your dimples
Across the globe
Makes your smile light from the inside
Out.
And suddenly,
Your falls disintegrate
Your facade dissolves
Your falseness dissipates
Because
This doesn't feel so
Casual
Anymore.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
How do you fill the hole in a heart
When the body is a hole itself?
Electrocute my soul to wake me up
Wake me up from my emptiness and I'll find that there's more emotiness while awake.
I'm convicted
Convicted of living the life that I don't desire but the life that was given in misery
I'm accompanied by false happiness
Given by the skeleton hands itself
With roses of death and pain
Empty my body where it stands from the morning until night because I can't find my breath
I can't breathe anymore but yet I'm alive within myself while my body moves
Capture me before I fall because grace hasn't found me
Interlaced with her existence
I'm defined by a new found love that sweeps me off the heavy grounds of life to only be lifted 50 feet higher from the surface.
There's more beauty in the world than I've actually expected; there's so much more through you than I've expected... I only want to wake up beside you when this year is over; when this year has closer to enter the next I'll be with you forever as I've promised myself.
Pardon my soul for I've came to realize that I'm entirely yours and yet a lone I'm still of lost world.
By: Leory Dawn
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 7:32 AM UTC
A boy, a smile, a thought.
Your sweet words electrocute my walls that hide how weird I am. Leaving me babbling and embarrassing myself.
A text, a joke, a laugh
Your humour and smart-assy retorts I’ll ask what your doing right now and you will explain in detail how you are sitting and whether or not it’s comfy.
Eye contact, funny face, shaking head
Oh sweet boy you don’t yet understand the game. I stick my tongue out at you and you are supposed to copy. But instead you smile and laugh and look away.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
Your bedroom, built of sugarcubes
glued together with honey
and lightbulbs powered by milk. I can electrocute
myself again and again
without consequence,
only feel full and slightly liquid
inside. The
child-like asylum, a promenade
he says, you shall be safe here even when
you would rather not be.
We made a test of who is big-boned and which is
small - two fingers around my wrist
checking for a pulse.
Five times a day, most past eleven pm
you complete the rounds. You
make sure my bubblegum lungs don’t stick too well
but paste the foundation
to the house.
I know that you know about how much I
hate glue, feeling soft,
comfortable but never enough to hold me to anyone
for long. The flakes vaporize like
snow.
He says, you are safe where everything is warm
I say, but can I be happy if love
is not something that cements two people together.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
The voices in my head are getting so loud. They want me to jump off the ******* building or electrocute myself or shoot myself or jump in front of a car. They are thoughts of you and memories which I can't live without. Memories I don't want to live without but I only want these memories if I have you. Long distance is hard, it kills and you fight a lot but when you love, you love a lot more. I saw pictures of you with other men (men not man) and you already know how I feel about that. You already know I hate that. Those ******* pictures make me bitter about you but my heart, oh my heart just wants to embrace you and love you. I remember how you sat me down and promised that this will never happen again and it did. I remember how you called me one night and promised me that wont happen but that did too. You broke your promise, your commitment and my trust too. Speaking of that picture again (I just can't get it out of my head), you had said the night before that you will only hang out with your girlfriends and you'll keep your distance from those boys but well you couldn't keep that word either and then you didn't even tell me about how you sat with that boy (whose name rhymes with cheese) and watched the concert at the beach while I was unaware, missing you because I had a surprise news for you. I never gave you that news and I guess you will never know now that you aren't here. I never asked for too much. Just the simple stuff and that was my right too and you know I was right too. Just asked for you to not expose your curves, to stay simple, to not get pictures like that (the one mentioned above, still can't get over it), not to be in a situation that leads to pictures like that & to not break your promises. Tell me was that too much. You said I was insecure and maybe I sound like it too and maybe to some extent I am insecure because I didn't want to lose you and I couldn't bare see your name or you besides another man, but was that too much to ask for. Because that was all I asked for. Can someone please hit my head with a baseball bat and make me forget everything including my name or who I am. Because I want all this to end. Oh I want all this to end. And I know you will be back again like every time but you will continue on this path of broken promises and false commitments mixed with your ******* lies. Hope. Hope though is a ***** that makes you believe it won't (or will) happen when you know that it will. And I know it will.
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
~
Can't catch
Can't hold to touch
Only feelings,
Frequently restless the shadows
As the Autumn mystic smoke
On the horizon
Haze gray evening
Her quietly solo soul in the shadows
Cast the net at electrocute
In my mind's wave
I have caught behind
Fight to hold dreams again upon
A flash of red, blue, violet light to play
Dreams, love
Swinging, dancing
Can't catch
Can't hold to touch
Only feelings,
Repeatedly would get the mind
On reverse page of the rules of time
I'm a prisoner
My prison walls cut through the sky,
Move towards the Seventh Sky
Can only be released in God!
~
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
I hate to cling to you like late night thoughts cos they never seize
I hate to cloud your space with the lung grasping smoke of my burning heart
I hate to choke you with the power surging emotions that electrocute my being
I hate to take hold of your freedom and lock it away with a key
I want you to absorb all of my time because it's just so limited
I want to breath you in like the nicotine that keeps me stable on nights I cannot find the end to
I want to see your throat shimmering under the moonlight that slips itself between your blinds and decorates your mattress while you dream
I want to hold your hands like the spaces between my fingers were never meant to be filled by anyone else's
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
Exuding the beauty that can make Mona Lisa blink
Listening to my heart I'm thriving on instincts
My writing is so ill my ink stinks
got sleight of hand to make disease think...
So read and let it all sink.
See evey broken heart has a ** phase
So I sit back and watch as it all plays
And no I don't hang and blaze
Because I don't believe in anything that's not baked
And that doesn't mean I'm into *******
I would do space cookies and watch the world in a haze
Don't get me wrong I am a lover in my own right
I just need a companion who will will be bare and forthright
Acknowledge what I feel for her and never lose sight
Make love with me and caress me with all her might
Kiss me like we're playing tonsil hockey and let me lip-bite
My affections are a selection of my art dedications
Devoted to the truth and all his friends, that's my collection
If she is carefree then she can link with me, we might have a connection
Sparks do fly like a dust speck so let them not turn into thorns set ablaze to electrocute my fusion
My fusion being my feelings for you so its not an illusion let there be no confusion
I am a guy who likes to be behind the scenes, never causing a scene, just kneading tapestries and watch them meander your heart like streams
If you are feeling the seams then this could be what it seems
I just wanna get lost in your eyes as they gleam, retrace your face in my memory so it teems
I will open up my pores and they will be a fortress
We can think of the horizon and have you lie supine on my mattress
Exchanging fluids and fumes, take whiffs at your perfume
And remember always that you are my muse
Sing in the language of the ancients as you ******
Feel my heart skip a beat, that's a vibrational chasm
Your legs are locking me on my waist
Our lips are locked like we're creating paste
I love how my psyche you amaze
If I was psychic I would look into your soul and tell your forefathers that you haven't been a waste
In my heart you'll shine forever
This has been one hell of of an endeavour
I'm seeing multiple heavens and it's perfect cloudy azure weather
Love you like a dove, you are the bird of my feather
I see you through the eyes of my soul and you are whole
Igniting fire is what I want to do where you feel you have holes
I scored the jackpot with you, keeping rank with your emotions is my goal
Take my hand, you are my hope so let's do like voyagers and elope.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC