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"epidermis" poems
Sometimes I get stuck in this state of Darkness where my eyes can see but it's like my head is just pitch black and I almost wish I couldn't see anything, like I wish I could just curl myself into a ball so tightly that I disappear from space for a while sometimes I get stuck in this space and I feel like my tears and my thoughts are climbing up my esophagus and clogging my throat blocking my airway suffocating me from the inside maybe I never told you I was depressed because who wants to relive that moment that choking hazard moment of cotton ***** in my throat maybe I never told you I was depressed because there are no words I can use to describe it that don't transform themselves into their meanings that don't take over my mind crawl through my head like little worms eating away at my brain my thoughts my skin have you ever thought of a traumatic experience and then felt those events happening again felt the dark hole of life-threatening-trauma attack your mind Shiver through your body like it was a demon you let in through a memory- through a word maybe I didn't tell you I was depressed because I wasn't strong enough my depression fills me to the brim fills my head and my chest my arms and my fingers I can feel it moving through my body I can feel it expanding and engulfing everything inside of me every last vein, nerve, ***** and tissue how can you expect me to have the energy to fight how can you expect me to have the energy to pick up the phone to open my mouth how can you expect me to have energy-to have the courage to utter the words of how I feel I feel so worthless in those moments I feel like there's this black whole inside me and it's consuming everything it's taking everything but my skin and it disgusts me can you imagine the feeling, having something so utterly repulsive on your skin you had to scrape it off immediately It felt like you needed to be cleansed like you needed a shower take that feeling now imagine it being under your skin imagine, every muscle ***** vein nerve every cell in your body underneath your epidermis disgusts you imagine all you wanted to do was to GET IT OFF and you can't no matter how hard you try you can't scrape it off you can't claw It off imagine you're scared of spiders now imagine you're covered in spiders and someone's holding down your arms so you can't get them off imagine them walking on your skin in your mouth crawling on your open eyes in your ears you're cringing at your own skin You can feel them going down your throat Their disgusting tickle in the pit of your stomach in every crevice of your body their tunneling under your skin and you can't get them off what are you supposed to do but cry
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
Maybe there's a reason I never told you.
Sometimes I get stuck in this state of Darkness where my eyes can see but it's like my head is just pitch black and I almost wish I couldn't see anything, like I wish I could just curl myself into a ball so tightly that I disappear from space for a while sometimes I get stuck in this space and I feel like my tears and my thoughts are climbing up my esophagus and clogging my throat blocking my airway suffocating me from the inside maybe I never told you I was depressed because who wants to relive that moment that choking hazard moment of cotton ***** in my throat maybe I never told you I was depressed because there are no words I can use to describe it that don't transform themselves into their meanings that don't take over my mind crawl through my head like little worms eating away at my brain my thoughts my skin have you ever thought of a traumatic experience and then felt those events happening again felt the dark hole of life-threatening-trauma attack your mind Shiver through your body like it was a demon you let in through a memory- through a word maybe I didn't tell you I was depressed because I wasn't strong enough my depression fills me to the brim fills my head and my chest my arms and my fingers I can feel it moving through my body I can feel it expanding and engulfing everything inside of me every last vein, nerve, ***** and tissue how can you expect me to have the energy to fight how can you expect me to have the energy to pick up the phone to open my mouth how can you expect me to have energy-to have the courage to utter the words of how I feel I feel so worthless in those moments I feel like there's this black whole inside me and it's consuming everything it's taking everything but my skin and it disgusts me can you imagine the feeling, having something so utterly repulsive on your skin you had to scrape it off immediately It felt like you needed to be cleansed like you needed a shower take that feeling now imagine it being under your skin imagine, every muscle ***** vein nerve every cell in your body underneath your epidermis disgusts you imagine all you wanted to do was to GET IT OFF and you can't no matter how hard you try you can't scrape it off you can't claw It off imagine you're scared of spiders now imagine you're covered in spiders and someone's holding down your arms so you can't get them off imagine them walking on your skin in your mouth crawling on your open eyes in your ears you're cringing at your own skin You can feel them going down your throat Their disgusting tickle in the pit of your stomach in every crevice of your body their tunneling under your skin and you can't get them off what are you supposed to do but cry
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I am hungry and it is reflected in the contours of every inch                   of skin every cell a-flutter tiny wings and heartbeats activated within right down to the ribosomes and kidney-shaped mitochondria right up through epidermis woven as threads of softness penetrating your inner hard, dark parts causing them to melt into                 my light I am craving to feel your absolute heart's raging core my aching flesh burning, my heart, wrapped in a love               so pure My need to be devoured surfaces in smoothness, at a glance You feel it acutely, no room for doubt or subtle chance                I am ravenous for muscle-worked arms (arms that could easily try to break) to be supremely gentle as you part my thighs like the ocean and sacredly partake the slickness of your tongue in my feminine grace the stains of my love drenching                 your noble face your eyes on mine as I sharply breathe          need to hold your head stroke your            hair know that for me               the king takes off that garland of gold breaking free of all symbols of status the only real treasure the queen who gives to him, and who he now pleasures      and I let myself be consumed with the reverence of a psalm my love pouring into you healing your hurts,                like a balm in this private landscape we are the most ferocious of tender estuaries in an eternal vista in this hour of somewhere, the sea hauls us in like ancient creatures,      bringing the fossils back to life in lustrous foam as they          inch their way into the spirals     that we feel we could call      home‎
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
Tender Estuaries
I am hungry and it is reflected in the contours of every inch                   of skin every cell a-flutter tiny wings and heartbeats activated within right down to the ribosomes and kidney-shaped mitochondria right up through epidermis woven as threads of softness penetrating your inner hard, dark parts causing them to melt into                 my light I am craving to feel your absolute heart's raging core my aching flesh burning, my heart, wrapped in a love               so pure My need to be devoured surfaces in smoothness, at a glance You feel it acutely, no room for doubt or subtle chance                I am ravenous for muscle-worked arms (arms that could easily try to break) to be supremely gentle as you part my thighs like the ocean and sacredly partake the slickness of your tongue in my feminine grace the stains of my love drenching                 your noble face your eyes on mine as I sharply breathe          need to hold your head stroke your            hair know that for me               the king takes off that garland of gold breaking free of all symbols of status the only real treasure the queen who gives to him, and who he now pleasures      and I let myself be consumed with the reverence of a psalm my love pouring into you healing your hurts,                like a balm in this private landscape we are the most ferocious of tender estuaries in an eternal vista in this hour of somewhere, the sea hauls us in like ancient creatures,      bringing the fossils back to life in lustrous foam as they          inch their way into the spirals     that we feel we could call      home‎
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Dogs take new friends abruptly and by smell, Cats' meetings are neat, tactual, caressive. Monkeys exchange their fleas before they speak. Snakes, no doubt, coil by coil reach mutual knowledge. We then, at first encounter, should be silent; Not court the cortex but the epidermis; Not work from inside out but outside in; Discover each other's flesh, its scent and texture; Familiarize the sinews and the nerve-ends, The hands, the hair - before the inept lips open. Instead of which we are resonant, explicit. Our words like windows intercept our meaning. Our four eyes fence and flinch and awkwardly Wince into shadow, slide oblique to ambush. Hands stir, retract. The pulse is insulated. Blood is turned inwards, lonely; skin unhappy ... While always under all, but interrupted, Antennae stretch ... waver ... and almost ... touch.
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Meeting
BWOY This DISRESPECT Thing’s... ..... Really Interesting..... !!! Many CLAIM Disrespect... Because of TRUTH Said... That Upsets Their Heads... !?! Well In My Experience... These Heads Are DELIRIOUS... !!! Cos’ Their Form of Defence... Is Mostly PURE NONSENSE... ?!? From Women To Men... They Act Like Children... !?! When They’re Taken To Task... For Behaving Like An *** Whose Not Had Some Grass... !!! Standing On Grounds... Where Their Morals AREN'T Sound... !!! QUICK To Run Their Mouths... Like... Lipsticked Clowns... Cos' Their Disrespect Circus... Really Has NO PURPOSE... !?!?!?! Cos Their Acts Are WORTHLESS... Like A... BURNED Epidermis... !!!! Cos' Their Skins Are TOO Thin... For The Truth To WIN... !!! So Their Disrespect Begins... With... RIDICULOUS Links... !!! So... Wrong And Strong... Is What They PROLONG................... When THEIR DISRESPECT... Is Proved To LACK Strength... !!! Because What They Try... Is To Try To... DENY... TheIr Fallacies And LIES... !?! Cos’ They're NOT Wise Guys... !!! Whose Type of DISRESPECT... Leaves People... DEAD... !!!!!! Especially When … They Come INCORRECT... !!! I’ve Now Been Disrespected … By So Many Collectives... That It Feels Like An Infection … That WON’T STOP Spreading... !!! As If I Am... The Target... For IGNORANCE To Market... !?! But It’s Now Become CLEAR... That My Veneer And Thinking Steers... Most Eyes And Ears To Clearly FEAR... When I Start To Draw NEAR... !!!!! Because of My Skin... And Because of My Lips... ?!? And Because My Words... Are TOO PURE For The Herds... of These SHEOPLE People... !!! So I’m TOO BLACK For Some... But NOT Black Enough For Others... Who Share The Same Colour... ?!? As If... Taking Care of My Mother... Was … DISRESPECTING... My Own … Blackness... ?!? Some People Should THINK... BEFORE They Link... Their Words To Things... That Are Clearly STUPID... !!!! So Of Course Some Women... Have Run Their Lips Like SINKING Ships... !!! When It Comes To How... I Break Them Down... DISRESPECT of My TALENT... ?!? When I Choose To CHALLENGE... Their... DOUBLE Standards... !!!!!!!! With Words That RAVAGE... The LIES They... Manage... !!! Has PROVEN To FEED... DISRESPECT Speech... From IGNORANT Peeps’... Who Seem To BELIEVE... That They Really Know Me... ? DISRESPECT For THEM... Are Thoughts That Lend... Themselves To Express... SO MUCH NONSENSE... !?!?! That I Now Call Them... ..... IGNORAMUSES..... !!! So Called... " Friends "... And.... " Acquaintances ".... Should DO THIS LESS... !!! Choose To EXPRESS... A Lot of Talk That’s DEFECTIVE... !!! Because Just Like ME... NOBODY's ABOVE... Being............... .......“ DISRESPECTED “..... !!!!!
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Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC
“Disrespected” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 28/2/2020
BWOY This DISRESPECT Thing’s... ..... Really Interesting..... !!! Many CLAIM Disrespect... Because of TRUTH Said... That Upsets Their Heads... !?! Well In My Experience... These Heads Are DELIRIOUS... !!! Cos’ Their Form of Defence... Is Mostly PURE NONSENSE... ?!? From Women To Men... They Act Like Children... !?! When They’re Taken To Task... For Behaving Like An *** Whose Not Had Some Grass... !!! Standing On Grounds... Where Their Morals AREN'T Sound... !!! QUICK To Run Their Mouths... Like... Lipsticked Clowns... Cos' Their Disrespect Circus... Really Has NO PURPOSE... !?!?!?! Cos Their Acts Are WORTHLESS... Like A... BURNED Epidermis... !!!! Cos' Their Skins Are TOO Thin... For The Truth To WIN... !!! So Their Disrespect Begins... With... RIDICULOUS Links... !!! So... Wrong And Strong... Is What They PROLONG................... When THEIR DISRESPECT... Is Proved To LACK Strength... !!! Because What They Try... Is To Try To... DENY... TheIr Fallacies And LIES... !?! Cos’ They're NOT Wise Guys... !!! Whose Type of DISRESPECT... Leaves People... DEAD... !!!!!! Especially When … They Come INCORRECT... !!! I’ve Now Been Disrespected … By So Many Collectives... That It Feels Like An Infection … That WON’T STOP Spreading... !!! As If I Am... The Target... For IGNORANCE To Market... !?! But It’s Now Become CLEAR... That My Veneer And Thinking Steers... Most Eyes And Ears To Clearly FEAR... When I Start To Draw NEAR... !!!!! Because of My Skin... And Because of My Lips... ?!? And Because My Words... Are TOO PURE For The Herds... of These SHEOPLE People... !!! So I’m TOO BLACK For Some... But NOT Black Enough For Others... Who Share The Same Colour... ?!? As If... Taking Care of My Mother... Was … DISRESPECTING... My Own … Blackness... ?!? Some People Should THINK... BEFORE They Link... Their Words To Things... That Are Clearly STUPID... !!!! So Of Course Some Women... Have Run Their Lips Like SINKING Ships... !!! When It Comes To How... I Break Them Down... DISRESPECT of My TALENT... ?!? When I Choose To CHALLENGE... Their... DOUBLE Standards... !!!!!!!! With Words That RAVAGE... The LIES They... Manage... !!! Has PROVEN To FEED... DISRESPECT Speech... From IGNORANT Peeps’... Who Seem To BELIEVE... That They Really Know Me... ? DISRESPECT For THEM... Are Thoughts That Lend... Themselves To Express... SO MUCH NONSENSE... !?!?! That I Now Call Them... ..... IGNORAMUSES..... !!! So Called... " Friends "... And.... " Acquaintances ".... Should DO THIS LESS... !!! Choose To EXPRESS... A Lot of Talk That’s DEFECTIVE... !!! Because Just Like ME... NOBODY's ABOVE... Being............... .......“ DISRESPECTED “..... !!!!!
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Grime-caked fingers digging into An infant’s innocent eye sockets The chubby little **** shouldn’t be wearing that locket No tears run their course down its soft, pink epidermis But one could bottle up The slightly thinning blood Into a small Thermos I told that **** to get an abortion My ******* ***** deserves better than her I can’t stand the scent of baby lotion I’ll go fishing with its flesh as lure ‘Cause I’m pro-choice Yeah, I’m pro-choice ‘Cause I’m pro-choice Yeah, I’m pro-choice The wailing, ****** howl dies down When the child’s trachea is crushed By some hand-me-down, rusted hammer That turns its body to mush One could still see the baby’s frozen face Open-mouthed and purple-blue Spinning around the unwashed blender With the previous night’s food I told you to get a simple abortion My ******* ***** deserves better than you You better coat your putrid *** in baby lotion And have some mouthwash ready, too ‘Cause I’m pro-choice Yeah, I’m pro-choice ‘Cause I’m pro-choice Yeah, I’m pro-choice
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Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 8:48 PM UTC
Pro-Choice
i. Society keepeth their amour' in a box Hidden, unrevealed, secretive, locked; Me and mine Jane, shalt be open as a flame, As on mine knee's I peck upon her toe's; Again and again. ii. In the midday hour's when her back and neck get's sore Mine fingertip's shalt caresseth her epidermis; With sultry emollient, from her head to her feet. I rubbeth in deep, as tis she shalt falleth asleep As the best massage she's ever hadst, Put's her into a trance in mine hold: In peace she slumbereth, Into a romantic kingdom Stacked with ourn affection's gold. iii. Over an hour-plus thirty minute's, Mine sweaty Palm's art tender; Though it was all worth it To mine queen mine soul surrendered; Entering in her shuteye, I entered in locking ourn leg's, head's, arm's: closely cuddling-pillow's feathered. Here at this moment, nothing else in the world mattered. ©Brandon Nagley ©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose) ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
Walay laing importante ( Nothing else mattered) Cebuano tongue
Trauma cemented my secrets deep within the crevices of my core, yet he cracks my chest and I am a chilled corpse drenched in formaldehyde, slowly decaying, laid open for all to study. Ordinary organs on display, hiding the scars of past mistakes: bruises from an ex-boyfriend don’t tint the epidermis, wine that splattered the walls and my white t-shirt have already left the liver, the folds of cerebrum unscathed from the demons that scratched away at my sanity. He’s seen me naked, vulnerable, and now I’m terrified that he isn’t interested in understanding –   just observing – my anatomy.
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
Cadaver
1. Inhaling poison like it’s a sweet spring breeze, an antidote to the pounding heart and aching stomach empty of comfort or substance Meeting with pavement in a tiger’s crouch fingers float toward parted lips awaiting the taste of relief in the form of smouldering leaves. 2. One tentative epidermis approaches another tendons and ligaments straining, aching for contact attempting nonchalance in the lamplight privacy of early morning, cocking ears to detect voyeuristic insomniacs who would disturb the disorderly expressions of early experimentation. 3. White lady dusting the concrete path, sterile and unconfined laid new before careful feet making their way to shiny metal boxes bundled in seasonal expectations they trudge through stardust on their way to blood borne obligations, leaving behind careless tracks in ****** flesh 4. Blazing sun presses down on shoulders hunched behind compact table tops peddling penny prologues to unabashed strangers bartering unwanted pocket change for rejected trinkets haggling over half-dried finger paints and unfinished chess sets rescuing garish afghans from dusty closeted life.
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Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 7:33 PM UTC
Concrete Drawbridge
no one would love me for these scars and scratches and tears on my skin.  worry, stress and fear embed themselves under my epidermis and i struggle to live a normal  life by wearing my favorite sweaters on most days outside to hide the marks. most of them don't realize or see it. that is good. only at night when it turns itchy and yells to be touched again, to be scratched again, to be bled again, and a fresh wound opens up. i have lived with this for almost seventeen years. and it only surfaced in its prominence at the dawn of my twentieth year. it must be a sign for a premature, impending doom. it keeps me up at night and even my brain wishes to stop my entire system but what can it do? it can only speak and think for so long. it keeps me tired in the day and my suicidal heart pounds in beats of "NO" in my chest, blood rushing faster when i scratch once more. the heart can't even stop itself from feeling the itch, the pain, the anger, the remorse, the pity. i don't know when this will go, just as i don't know how it came to me. i just want rest. i just want peace. with others and myself. peace within myself.
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
skin disease
The sound of a sigh From a lovers lips It echos through the night It reverberates through every cell Creating a hum under the epidermis Breathing gets heavy Inhale 1 2 Exhale The heart only speeds When sweat forms on their skin Adorn by salty appetence This is the sweetest taste Of lips on a secret place Teeth clamped in skin Lovers wrapped in sin Bodies traversing what it is to couple They'll lay quiet for quite a while Bodies humming and hands intwined Feeling forever  is this instant Guiltless love Uncontaminated by fear They could spend eternity here The day goes on So do they They hold forever In their hearts and minds Until after the end times
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Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 5:02 AM UTC
Ode to my lover
Beating at a decreased speed the heart is yearning for a change. The eyes they see an object and in envy they begin to crave. One thought after another, it’s all the same, my brain is in a rage. All of a sudden the thoughts become clear and fondness begins to sprout. The envious eyes begin to mist with laughter and echo with infectious cheer. Running down Mount Epidermis the heart feels a sudden sprinkle. Quenched by a monsoon of tender affection the heart, it quickly starts to blossom. A shadow no more, a feeling so familiar, the heart resonates like the beating of a drum.
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
The Blossom Effect
comparable to a parasite but with a higher mortality rate it has opened its mouth and found a way to my insides it began to multiply an asexual creature and slowly I was being consumed they nested in the linings of my stomach giving me sudden lurches which triggered my anxiety then frolicked in my eyelids irritating the iris and I was forced to cry then such creatures tunneled their way back to my flaking epidermis and for a split second my body remained its shape but one could soon see I fell victim to a consumption
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
consumption
You took a scalpel to me, my dear Skillfully working your way through the layers Epidermis to lipids to muscular tissue until The bone You carved your name on my radius Lovers' initials on a tree Marrow leaked across your hand A gift of the broken You tried to sew me up, my dear Realising you had gone far deeper than first thought Surgeons hands you have not A hack job, bound to leave scars You've left me with bumps Burns Itches inside my very being Refraining from scratching In fear of what might come pouring out
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 5:03 AM UTC
This is for you
As I concentrate on the X on the ceiling I feel the burning pain travel O this enduring feeling Farther I travel into subconscious My mind barely still reeling The needle drags past skin Past regret, past nerve endings Body, patiently waiting for the healing to begin O three pronged needle of shades Dripping into blood stream Trapping yourself between layers of Epidermis, leaving your mark unclean I try to find my tranquil place A quiet forest, a a glaciers gleam Yet my mind shouts and doth protest This is your finest moment Do not hide from it Endure the present At that moment the machine strikes my chest I am here focusing on the X The buzz becomes a lullaby But do not fall into the minds eye Living in the present The girl watching see's the blood rise A color I cannot see from my perspective I smile with clenched teeth To show I will not accept demise O perseverance you have prevailed The needle lifts, antiseptic applied The tingle of chemical purity relaxes my skin I try to stand but my head is a blur ' Legs lack equilibrium for a moment I am reborn, like a religious experience People of faith describe I am new I am proud I am high.
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 4:05 AM UTC
Ode to My Chestpiece
*trigger warning [self harm, suicide] * A razor so deep in the flesh dancing far past epidermis to the dermis and then finally the hypodermis He was the happiest he had ever been before He didn't have to worry about expectations how people saw him because his blood would dry across the carpeted floor he hugged his friends for the first time He smiled and laughed louder than before because he had nothing to hide anymore Their faces nothing but dots and shapes He danced that day and no one said anything how curious he'd never had known if not for this blessed He laughed at himself more than anyone else that day The day came to end and he was so happy he didn't need to wake up tomorrow. His blood dried.
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Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 4:52 PM UTC
A Boy Like Any Other
I claw deep at my skin until my fingers reach my flesh and scatter the pigments that was the epidermis; hoping I would born anew.
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
Anxiety
I am panic Frenzied particles Moving and shaping Everything I seem to be Inside of a Concrete cage of consciousness Inside of a Dazzling dot and dye marked Enigmatic epidermis Here I am I am ice cold Frost bitten to the core A bullet train made of sleet Running on cyanotic cylinders And the gritty grating salt Beneath your cold, wet shoes All at once I dissolve and destroy myself Yet I just keep Coming back Here I am I am as satisfying as The long winded palindrome On the tip of your tongue The redundant rhyme You chanted as children And the hymn you harmonized With haunted heathens Here I am I am the all encompassing embrace Of all that you are ****** up futile flaws and Autonomous awe inspiring anomalies I will hold it all together In the way no other has My seams of love Stitched and sewn With intentions as pure as gold And nothing else Nothing more Here I am I am the writhing writer Frantically feverish with Fingernails like forceps I pry these words from My brain like a Sickening surgical procedure On a ***** disheveled mattress As if they were Ingenuities oozing with infection Here I am I am the ritual rebirth Wrongfully righteous reincarnation I tip and turn like the tides Lurching at the shore Time and time again In an endless cycle I am Looking for Nautical nirvana Here I am I am the exceptional exchange Of a daunting and diligent dialect Only few can understand And to those fluent In my twisted and tiring tongue I say Here I am
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
Mercury
Prickly cactus pins, flurried toward my skin. sinking down on sheets of lies, my epidermis falsified. Cells of blood like moss-covered bricks, pierced right through by cactus ****** The places where it stings, lie deeper than I’ve ever been into my own flesh and bones, and my heart would never condone, but tonight I let it bleed, to know myself a little more. These prickly cactus pins, dotted all over my skin, I dare not try ever again, to hide the contours of my brain. Reams of envelopes lie in wait, to say a few words to my mates. The lies – they saw, although much of it they forgot, and some were never for them to understand, but now cactus ****** have serrated my heart, only and only the truth pours out, as the tissues of life, are ripped apart.
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Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 4:47 AM UTC
Prickly Cactus Pins
Every dawn is a nexus, / Every twilight is a beckoning; therefore, / Embrace the fickle future / Ensconscing within the sacral oath / Of a thousand words: / These utterances shall envelop you / When upon Triumphal Arcadian Skies / We meet again. / Save your tears, / For love shall reign / From the empyreal aethers above / To the Gaian epidermis of / The Magnanimous Matriarch; moreover, the mellifluous kisses / Of The Sovereign of Songbirds / Will burgeon within, / Will descend upon you as The Holy Dove. / Unfurl your third eye, / See with an indefatigable clarity / All that you were meant to be: / Strong, Wise, Just; / Love; / A luminary fulminating / Radiantly, resplendently upon / The Denizens of the Terrene. / (—Se' lah)
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Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 12:00 AM UTC
The Celestial Swansong (Originally penned on Monday, September 6th, 2021)
If it is true You had loved me As I love you Your lips had touched skin Flushed red Shades of splattered pink shown within Yes I know The moon hugs the sun Never let's go As stars are children They multiply in number We've hidden for far to long Under blankets of night Loving the embrace Grass to epidermis Holding minds Filled with fog Confusion Pacing Let it be true Tell me there's a me That meets I Standing next to you If it be real I shall reach For a star Loosing what hasn't been claimed My Achilles heel You had loved me As I love you Poseidon in an ocean Sailing a sea of blue Bring thoughts to mind Adventurous endeavors of memories Lips curved upward to smile Loved you once I'd known You loved me for awhile The Knowing:
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Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 2:13 AM UTC
The Knowing
He nearly ripped my throat out just to prove his point. The bleeding thumbs of an angry boy can be tasted on my tongue at 11 pm. His desire lies in between his toes and his malice in between his teeth. He screams to a God he'll never praise and kisses a father he'll never love. The sound of the air blowing between my teeth, however, shut him the **** up. Shhh. I have a project for you. It involves you losing your victimizing nature. Dropping your entitlement. Opening your baby browns. And listening. Your sweat will never taste sweet until you love yourself like you loved her. Your legs will stumble on their insecurities until you dance in your impurities. Your vengeance is futile and will only make you avoided. I can scream too. You want to scream? Scream with me. But don't say I didn't help you. Don't say I didn't try. Don't act like the blisters and welts on your tan skin are from my fire. You want blood? I got plenty. I'll jump rope with your esophagus. Play dress up in your epidermis. Understand your motives and thoughts better than Lauryn Hill. But you can't assume anymore. You can't believe that I fall to my knees because you make me weak. That's not the case. I don't need you like you need me. Oh, please.
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
the equalizer
~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ 1. Take care of your teeth and gums Brush & floss, everyday (Seriously) Keep your teeth, if at all possible. They are your very own precious Ivory. ~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ 2. a. Eat well. Do not deny your body nourishment. Gals, you will want a nice set of ***** Trust me...eat. b, Try to not put on too much extra weight. (no judgement here) Just that it is very hard on your body. Ridiculously difficult to lose when you're older. ~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ 3. Love the skin you live within.  Try not to bake your bareness too long in the sun, or burn your precious epidermis. Cleanse, exfoliate. Most of all, drink plenty of water and moisturize, moisturize, moisturize ~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ 4. Hang on to all of your bones. You will miss them when they are gone Take care of your hands, neck, hips and knees. Once your joints wear out, it's a total ****** ~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ 5. Keep movin' and groovin'. If you stay still too long, you will get stuck ~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ 6. Find the humor in everything. It is there! All of life's lessons placed before you. When all else fails, you can laugh about it. (Trust Me. Your going to need this one) ~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ ~Christi Michaels~May 2015~ Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
☆6 Important Things☆ ☆Retrospective Sage Advice☆
~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ 1. Take care of your teeth and gums Brush & floss, everyday (Seriously) Keep your teeth, if at all possible. They are your very own precious Ivory. ~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ 2. a. Eat well. Do not deny your body nourishment. Gals, you will want a nice set of ***** Trust me...eat. b, Try to not put on too much extra weight. (no judgement here) Just that it is very hard on your body. Ridiculously difficult to lose when you're older. ~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ 3. Love the skin you live within.  Try not to bake your bareness too long in the sun, or burn your precious epidermis. Cleanse, exfoliate. Most of all, drink plenty of water and moisturize, moisturize, moisturize ~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ 4. Hang on to all of your bones. You will miss them when they are gone Take care of your hands, neck, hips and knees. Once your joints wear out, it's a total ****** ~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ 5. Keep movin' and groovin'. If you stay still too long, you will get stuck ~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ 6. Find the humor in everything. It is there! All of life's lessons placed before you. When all else fails, you can laugh about it. (Trust Me. Your going to need this one) ~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~○~ ~Christi Michaels~May 2015~ Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
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The smell of mint and clorox steaming across the face, Under the epidermis, Flying in the room like swarming mad no-see-ums, Shooting up the nose and around the nasal hairs in blasts. A distant garble, advantage one. Pulling from limb and lattice of the mind, scavenging, advantage two. The prediction and observation, advantage three. Assertively convinced, advantage four. Being rooted, advantage five. The smell of mint and clorox, So patternless, So striving and belligerent.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
the smell of mint and clorox (hoc loco informe)
The world will follow your steps Discovering the mysteries of roses Emerged from your footsteps It’ll watch the image where Your face will nourish The cost of their glutton They will see in your forehead The blood-dots under epidermis The prints of Sagittarius constellation Amidst the shores of emerald sparkling leafs Life-giving leafs Remained after a serial blasts They’ll wander They’ll build the Tabernacle for their progeny They’ll learn the lesson The primordial one They have forgotten through eons And reunion with the ether-ic double Somewhere wandering In the vast space of cosmos The visible and invisible The perceptible and imperceptible They will understand that they are now Hardly human to rejoice in their small community Everything will be different
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Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 7:39 AM UTC
Eternal something...