"encapsules" poems
is it the way you smile,
the way your booming laugh
infects me and encapsules me
is it the smile, the corners of your lips
taking the shape of a heart,
washing me over with inexplicable endearment
or maybe it's the way your voice
controls me like the tides,
making my body tingle as you wish,
silvercapped tongue that toys with my mind
perhaps it's your body,
the way your silhuette was designed to
make me feverish and aching for it
to endlessly yearn for your touch,
or yearn to touch
i ponder and try to outline which of these things it is that has me captivated
intoxicated by your whole being,
i'm left wondering
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 5:46 AM UTC
How to have a real **** day -
By Aidan A.
Lets start with face palming your phone onto the floor
Its like what little social life I have
Has just shown me the door.
Lets amplify that
With the fact
That my internet
Is in a state of disconnect,
So the mobile hotspot
Keeps me from internalised rot.
Fast forward to the next morning
When you wake
At half past eight
Assuming that the girl youve been seeing
Will arrive soon instead of being
A few hours late.
You head the **** out because the lack
Of wifi
Slowly stupefies
And then you are told that the LCD is ******* up,
It needs replacing
At a price too high
To justify
So you proceed to purchase
A secondhand mobile,
Unknown to you
That will be the best it gets for awhile.
You contact your sweetheart
But now shes got other things to do
Instead of tentatively spending the day with you
And in your understanding
You can't help but feel a bit ****
So you grab some BK -
This is where it gets metaphorically gay.
(Dont get offended I used it that way.)
Jump into the driver's seat
Realising the ticket hasn't been paid for
And the useless paper bag
That encapsules the takeaway
Is now leaking Coca Cola
All over your car.
Yeehaw. What a ******* great day.
I don't know what else to say.
Don't pity me though
Thats not Aidan A.
I'm on edge cause I've been sober too long
But its better this way.
Besides
I've run out of ***** to give for today.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC
Imbedded not only on my skin but on my mind
Intertwined with the beating of my heart
Salty tears fall onto these wrists
Not melancholy because of what I've done
But rather what I've left
He says my body is temple
And I destroyed this church
Forever in debt to my own skin
Forgiveness encapsules healing but not physically
I am stained,
Inked,
I will never have clean skin.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC