"endulge" poems
N. N is for neurologist.
What does the neurologist say?
“Nothing seems to be wrong.
Your net recall seems normal.
You seem to remember most nouns and the news.
Nothing serious,
No need to worry.”
I don’t quite remember driving here.
This is Bethesda, right?
And your name is…?
P. P is for psychologist.
The P. is silent.
So is the psychologist.
I talk and talk.
My energy level is high today,
even though I got no sleep last night.
I want to write a poem and run a partial marathon.
I love people.
People are so beautiful.
“Only connect,” said E.M. Forster.
Am I talking too much?
How does that make me feel?
Just great! Not like yesterday,
when I wanted to jump into the Potomac
from Key Bridge.
P is also for Potomac.
The psychologist speaks.
I need a new pill.
E. E is for endocrinologist.
What does the endocrinologist say?
“Eat. You’re an enigma.
You are losing weight.
We don’t know why.
We’ve checked everything
and can’t find evidence
of enemies in your endocrine system.
Enjoy some eclairs, eggplant, eggs benedict.
Life is short, endulge!
Hopefully not too short.
O. O is for oncologist.
Oh.
Oh oh.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
Tall
Mysterious
A man sat
On a throne like chair
As he waited
For everyones arrival.
This setting was new
To someone like me
So I slipped inside
And stayed in the shadows
Watching men and women
Endulge
In endless conversations
My eyes
Scanned the room
The host
Was no longer sitting
"My dear...why are you hiding?"
I turned sharply
To find him standing
Next to me
Leaning against the wall
" I was only observing...
I am sorry if I disturbed
Your gathering.."
I said with a shakey voice.
He smiled
As he came closer to me
Tilting my head up
I felt his eyes burn
All the way through me
His breath
Hot but steady
Brushed against my skin
As his lips were so close to mine.
"Shall we take a walk?"
He whispered
In a seductive tone
I bit my lower lip
Nodding he led me
Down a corridor.
I felt everything
The way I used to be
The urdge to control
Melted away in his presence
I felt my body ignite
In a heated fury
Untamed
Pure instinct
Yet protected
By this man.
Once behind the doors
He took control
Things happened
That I never thought possible
Waves of passion washed through me
Over and over
Between us both.
Laying in his arms
Held close
Breathing rapidly
Then steadily
I felt something
Brush my throat.
His touch feather like
Traced my skin
Sending chills
Down my spine
"I choose you..
You are mine...
Now I am
Your Forever Master"
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
living down here in this chasm
high hopes, no one has them
erosion has us sinking deeper
and these rock walls just get steeper
at the bottom of this rocky gulch
in dryest hopes, we endulge
living in this deep ravine
we are somewhere in between
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
One of these days I will endulge in the delight
that only the sweetest dare to sample.
The soft texture of the sponge,
springy to the touch, layer upon layer.
The sweet smell of the strawberry filling the nostrels,
warming the tastebuds to the point of explosion.
The creamy filling lingers in the middle,
complimenting each beautifully, a delight to eat.
But yet I will never indulge in that special delicasy,
as my lips never open to the word 'cake'
Dec 11, 2009
Dec 11, 2009 at 4:44 AM UTC
I do not want much .
Material my soul could never touch.
I ask for little for free.
Air is faith that I can not see.
I have all I need.
Often I endulge in my own greed.
I get what I want.
My confidence arrogant.
I want like all the rest.
The choice to be at best!
SDPope
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 7:15 PM UTC
Every now and again.
The therapist will
give you the wheel.
Driving down a highway
for the ****** martyrs
of psychosis.
But whose really helping who?
Pleading incompetent to subdue the enemy.
Only for a moment.
Will I, endulge in this
depravity.
With smiles stained of the ****
I willingly eat to stay relevant
It's decadent.
The sweetest escape.
For narcissists young and old.
Covered in paranoia. Leaking impulsivity.
Rocking the crown of thorns.
I don't know who wore it better.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
Why?!
My words seem to hurt you.
when I mean them the most.
My feelings desert you,
As if I were a ghost!?
But I didn't haunt you,
when you were at your lowest?!
So why do you desert me,
when I need you the most?
Why do you perceive me,
as a poltergeist??
I'm not here to haunt you,
Only to exchange advice!!
We are both here to learn,
And gain from experience.
So why do you place me,
In the category, of delerience??
You don't seem to hear me,
Or maybe you don't want to??
I suppose that denial is easier,
than dealing with what you don't want to??
But that does not make it fair,
Because I think I get you...?!
Maybe I understand.. .,
The things that upset you.
But what if I don't??
Can we still work through this??
Can we work as a team,
to try and distill this?
That's what I want, and that's what I need.
I yearn for someone, who's not afraid to bleed!!
For something that's special,
For something that means,
For something that's more than just someone that needs!!
For someone to want me,
like I want them!
for someone to see a future,
before they see an end!
All I want, Is something that's real!
something that makes me,
and you, really feel!
I think I've found it, inside of you?
But please don't be scared,
if you feel it too.
Just embrace it,
And endulge in it too.
And enjoy it as much,
As I enjoy you!!
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
yeux de TwiligLanguecoquette
Me noyer dans ta bave
Vivifier moi tranquille veut
Sable nuits nous Endulge dans
Obscurci par l'opacité des duskiness
Préparez-moi dans airify fraîche
Jog moi comme au sein ont été clarifiées
Faire un tour
Montez,
Talk toothsome
Sirupeux ludique
Glissant sur ourn propre amour
Sueur Ambrosial
Pas savoir aux hommes ou aux fantômes
High Hopes rester élevé
extranjeros amorosas contrairement à la plupart
Chéri
Bien fait
Kins d'exposition au-delà
Non destiné à la page en kiosque
Éveils subissent-sons popping
Sécréter les crys de chiens hurlants
Dynamitage comme un sprite
Délicieux sur des plaques d'esprits
Plébéiens à l'attribut non du monde
Brutes de la romance désespérée
Nous feras danser l'amour de la mine de danse
Nous seras valse dans laquelle tu ourn étapes
Voyage un de l'autre! ( french)
English-
Twilight eyes
Flirtatious tongue
Drown me in thy slaver
Vivify me for tranquil wants
Sable nights endulge us in
Obscured by opacity of duskiness
Brace me in cool airify
Jog me as within were clarified
Take a ride
Get in,
Toothsome talk
Syrupy playful
Slippery on ourn own amour
Ambrosial sweat
Not known to men or ghosts
High hopes to stay high
extranjeros amorosas unlike the most
Darling
Well made
Kins of afterlife exposure
Not meant for newsstand page
Arousals heated popping sounds
Secrete the howling dog crys
Blasting out as a sprite
Delicious on plates of minds
Plebians to non world attribute
Brutes of hopeless romance
We shalt dance the dance mine love
We shalt waltz wherein ourn steps shalt
Trip one another!!!
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
The apricot tree,
So solemn in its art of creation,
Yielding fruit by square yard,
And flower blossom come spring
Holding no pleasure in its perception.
If I am the apricot tree in the fields at dawn,
You are the ladder,
The picker,
The cook,
The sugar and pan
And the jar of apricot jam,
Preserved in its perfection
For hungry mouth and seeking hands
To endulge in, come harvest.
You are the countertop in the kitchen
And the residue of spills upon it,
Caused so carefree by fingers excited
To savor God's gift
Of orange fruit
And good will.
You are the warm home
Occupied by voices and laughter
And children so eager for the day
Their screams of joy echo each room.
You are the eyes onlooking
From inside the car,
Gazing out a moving window
At the bountiful apricot blossoms,
You are the artist and beholder,
The eyes of beauty
Which turn the tree's mundane
And ordinary life
Into poetry and light of human love.
The botanist, the lover of fruit and flesh,
Picking perfect apricots,
Plucking them not only at pure ripe
But all season,
For the sake of texture and sweet.
For the tree,
Bearing fruit and blossom
Has transcended from routine
To holiday.
Such a pleasure,
Being plucked and picked,
Pleased and appreciated in true apricot
Passion.
The tree loves the lover,
And the lover loves the tree.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
Do not cry now you knew these days were coming get through some how, even if it means numbing it is to late, things are how they seem A world of hate theres no room to even dream you have no one, with nothing to endulge in there is no fun and nothing to ever begin still you must go like all who ever live forget what you know and just try to forgive.
SDPope
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 7:17 PM UTC
With a kiss unlike any other
You stole my heart
With a glance that lingered
You stole my breath
How is this possible
Everything was under lock and key
Chained and bolted deep within walls
Left in ruins from your touch
I am afraid of this yes
Because I cannot comprehend this
This is impossible
I loved you once
I never wanted to get this close again
Not with you
I was afraid you would do it all over again
Because I have nothing to offer you
Your weak
You should of been stronger
Your **** is controlling you heart
Wake up
She doesnt love you
You are a nobody
Nobody can love you
Hell nobody knows who you are
She left you in ashes
You finally rebuilt our empire
You took control of the world
Mastered the way of life
You could end a life
If it wasnt a crime
You are so beautiful
Matured in a way
Perfect like fine wine
How is this possible
That with a simple kiss
A simple glance in my direction
A simple touch on my arm
Has me falling once more
My mind tangled
My walls ruined and rubbled
Not even a pebble stands
Is it you my heart, soul, body, and mind
Wishes to endulge in
Over and over till the world stops moving
Even after that
Our bodies laying together
Feeling the passion of a reborn love
You are a fool
Can you not see
This is all due to your hormones
You heart has nothing to do with it
You are so willing to lay it out there
To be executed by any woman
Then curl up in a ball
And depress yourself even further
With the constant thought of her
You want what you cant have
Hate what you have
And abandon the things that want you
This is you
This is the way you are
Are you even listening to me
Dont try
Dont **** yourself
Using her as the blade
The bottle and pills
The bullet to the 45
Listen you **** fool
She is going to hurt you
Or you are going to hurt her
I love you
Dont say that
I want you
That is your hormones
I need you
Wake up
You have my heart
My soul
And whatever else it takes
For us to stay together this time
Too late
Go **** yourself
Dont look in the mirror
I dont wish to see the rebreaking
To the cracks
I dont want to see the missing pieces
That somehow disappeared
You are such a dumb ***
I hope you know that
You are on your own this time
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
Ashes falling from the sky
Fight we do, our soldiers die
Their families hurt and cry
Release they're souls and let them fly
Damnation settles on us
We cannot fight we will not fuss
We are forbade to endulge in lust
we always seem to lose our trust
We stand and pledge to a flag
But the words repeated seem to drag
Unwillingly my heart sags
Death and I playing tag
In the end I had to fall
I fell to save them all
The jump was high, so tall
The angles sang I heard them call
Cages built of bones
House built of stone
In the firey world I was alone
All my sins , I'd been condone
But death wasn't scary
Anymore
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:13 AM UTC
Needed someone to blame for being this way
Till I was chosen to serve,
In satan's army
Now enlighten me,
Try and show me something frightening
Because i've become a creature and its hard to creep a nightmare
A speed demon,
My influence is so evil
The darkest of forces
Leaving nothing to frighten
Titles defined by the meaning
For in my presence,
Ill drag you towards hell with my bag of speed like a demon
Sell you a line, an artificial high
Baby just sign on the dotted line
There is a price, its just hidden in the fine print
A little of your time, everytime you endulge in a line
Till theres no right,and you've got nothing left
but the whole in the ground
you created while coming crashing down
"Now rest child" Satan's voice whispered
"when your eyes open, there will no longer be the soul of a man
but a demon, controlled and possed by darkness.
Now like a powerfuldeseise, i want you to infect humanity,
with all the hatred and greed to return the pain and fear,
I loath to come back to reality."
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
It seems all too often that a person won't bat an eye
when confronted with poetry
"Not for me, too emotional"
Do they not understand?
Poetry is life
Pure human essence in word form
Whether it's scribbled down on a notebook page
or carved into an addict's arm
The greatest form of relief
Cathartic or funny, there is no difference
Life is poetry
And to be without, is life less of living
Endulge
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
A FRIEND IS THE GREATEST OF ALL BLESSINGS
FRIEND I FIGHT FOR U
I FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHTS
FOR YOUR IMPRESSION
FOR YOUR SUGGESTIONS
TO INCLUDE YOU IN SOCIETY
TO ENDULGE YOU WITH US
TO DO SOME NAUGHTY THINGS WITH NATURE
TO STOP YOU FROM BEING FRUSTRATE
TO BEING HESITATE
TELL ME FRIEND HAVE I DONE WRONG?
IF YOU THINK YES
WHICH PUNISHMENT WILL YOU GIVE TO ME
I WILL ACCEPT
BUT YOURS WILL BE THE STEP LAST AND NEXT
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
I watch as she break in the corner of my eyes
While I endulge myself in the company that others bring
She took a few breaths, picked up the pieces
And she sew her tattered heart with iron strings
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
" I've just had *** with an unavailable man"
Whose life is very busy right now....
But he'll text me when he can...
If I had a fiver
Each time I've heard that line
It would stop me from wasting
My valuable time!
You're expected to slot into their busy life
Feed their alter ego
Endulge their every vice
Playing second fiddle
Means you never get to win
When all you'd really like
Is a little time with him
You're feelings and emotions
Don't feature in his life...
He just wants some excitement
In his boring little life...
Maybe I should just call time
Or maybe ring up his wife?....
In hi
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC