"gashed" poems
Babylon slim
-ness of
evenslicing
eyes are chisels
scarlet Goes
with her
whitehot
face,gashed
by hair’s blue cold
jolts of
lovecrazed abrupt
flesh split “Pretty
Baby”
to
numb rhythm before christ
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my eyes
tongues of desire
a soft gauze
upon drenched red silk
stigmata
a river of marrow
flower of blood
creel of moist honey
hold not yourself apart
I kiss your wound
bell moon
crescent ravine, dark tears
like a spay of stars
arched spine
your raised ****
like scrambled eggs
curves to the heavens
a steep canyon aching
weeps blue darkness
legs wide in souls shadowed grove
tattooed pistols and knives
pierced by my autograph
for every letter, scimitars plunge
jeweled ******** ringed
sweet tarnished petal
gashed mouth; flower de luce
memories that burn
blotted like an eye in ink
to fly winged *******
your face
hieroglyphic of weird
crimson smear; cackle
with feet below hell
wanting to live
like fire in the sky
hot witch riding a broom handle *****
scummed mouth
the world soul destroyed paradise
and your form
hideous kisses
falling red ribbons
i am puddled;
a runny yolk
shameless for your open hollows
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
#120715 #4:30PM
Just a thought,
To where **everything’s ******
Eyes in leer – flameless –
You are Beauty.
Open eyes, open skies
Open realm, open lies.
White as snow, I was
You’re the apple in spells.
As I lived, I have died too.
With rustic munitions,
You gashed my heart out.
With your circles in hoax,
You murdered me.
A sunless morning,
A moonless night,
An air so humid,
An unsalted oceans.
For in time so impeccable,
Befuddling in misdemeanors,
You’re the Beauty who’s a Beast.
Just in time,
Forgiveness is an erudite.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
And the trees about me,
Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks
Groan with continual surges; and behind me
Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches!
Paint me a cavernous waste shore
Cast in the unstilled Cyclades,
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks
Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
Display me ****** above
Reviewing the insurgent gales
Which tangle Ariadne’s hair
And swell with haste the perjured sails.
Morning stirs the feet and hands
(Nausicaa and Polypheme).
Gesture of orang-outang
Rises from the sheets in steam.
This withered root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The sickle motion from the thighs
Jackknifes upward at the knees
Then straightens out from heel to hip
Pushing the framework of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.
Sweeney addressed full length to shave
Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,
Knows the female temperament
And wipes the suds around his face.
(The lengthened shadow of a man
Is history, said Emerson
Who had not seen the silhouette
Of Sweeney straddled in the sun.)
Tests the razor on his leg
Waiting until the shriek subsides.
The epileptic on the bed
Curves backward, clutching at her sides.
The ladies of the corridor
Find themselves involved, disgraced,
Call witness to their principles
And deprecate the lack of taste
Observing that hysteria
Might easily be misunderstood;
Mrs. Turner intimates
It does the house no sort of good.
But Doris, towelled from the bath,
Enters padding on broad feet,
Bringing sal volatile
And a glass of brandy neat.
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I loved you so
My darling beau
And I thought you loved me too
Until you stopped
And then I was dropped
On the floor with memories and tears
I adored you so much
But my grip you un-clutched
And entwined your hand with someone new
Now time has passed
Though my heart still is gashed
I finally feel hope again
Because though you hurt me
I finally feel free
Because I survived loving you.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
Ditch diggers don't write poems -
As if there might be found
A single thought profound
Amid the mud they go in;
The pungence in essence released
From trees' roots that are severed
Is never fragrant like lilacs,
And their labor is of purpose,
That dirt removed by aching backs -
Gashed earth becomes the grave
In which our sins can be hidden;
Tomorrow ditches will be filled in,
Restoring peace which land craves,
The simple laborer's work done.
Ditch diggers don't write poetry -
Palms calloused in pick and *****
Too rough when art 's to be made,
Remain convinced by sophistry
They've no true claim to a pen.
Clods of clay always remain
Adhered to heels of workmen's boots,
Becoming my life's defining metaphor.
So we forgo more ethereal pursuits,
Though forever treasuring sweetness
Flowed over soil of our dank holes,
Loving breaths exhaled from souls,
Floral kisses blown across distance.
Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 7:29 PM UTC
The captain held the wheel against the sea
His sails were gashed, but maintained their integrity
And so the vessel found its weary peace
in swaying waves where the birds feel less wind than breeze
The splintered wood would hold its bobbing form
until the husk could be retooled in the home port
And though the repairs will handle new storms,
battle scars of yesterday shall remain stalwart
Lest the ocean deep claim one more casket
of sailor’s lives, goals, and dreams before the maggots
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Happiness, a strange thing.
Happiness with you, more than anything
I need to be with you, but it
Feels like I’m losing my touch.
Happiness, a brave thing.
Happiness with you, I’m begging for it please tell me where you’re going because it
Feels like I’m losing your touch.
You’re my light, yeah.
Otherwise, it’s all the same.
It’s just all the same.
All the same.
Happiness, deranged me.
Happiness with you, all I can think about, it’s true
I’m so ashamed, but it
Feels like I’m losing too much
Happiness, leave me.
Happiness with you, questions left unanswered, no clues
I’m to blame but lately it
Feels like you’re losing enough.
Why?
Why did it go to waste.
It’s all gone to waste.
A fire no longer tamed.
No longer the same.
Happiness, a stranger.
Happiness abandoned, the ship a wreck, seasick, no longer standing
And I
Have given in too far
Happiness, belated.
Happiness, I’m stranded, gashed the wound and taped over with a bandage
And yet
You’re too far out at sea for me.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
I thought I had buried the pain beneath
the clouds, half-naked and floating,
a terrible vibration exploding into
immense hurricanes, savage knifed
thoughts drowning my flesh, saw
gashed, whip slashed, a ragged beaten
roadblock falling in drunken depths.
I could feel the cold splintering blade
slicing my neck, a suicidal slain beat
filled with swelling flames, crazy
unchanging borders broken, hammered,
shoved, a damaged ocean bleeding
in strangled waves.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
I bow my head,
And fall to my knees.
Head hangs in shame,
I've hidden my true self from you.
Battered and tattered,
Cut and gashed.
Lost the battle,
Retreated from the war.
Internal battle with myself,
External war of shyness.
I'm not as strong as I thought,
Only to hide in myself once again.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 6:42 AM UTC
I am patient and cold like the sea
I am patient and cold like you and me
I am patient and cold like the sea
I am patient and cold like the bumblebee
The bumblebee went out to sea
To fish a shell
But instead it just dropped dead
And went straight to hell
I am patient and cold like the sea
I am patient and cold like you and me
I am patient and cold like the sea
I am patient and cold like the key
The key is more than a key
It wants to find control
But after time it lost its chime
And fell into a black hole
I am patient and cold like the sea
I am patient and cold like you and me
I am patient and cold like the sea
I am patient and cold like the sea
The sea wants to be
Something more
But on the way it swam astray
And gulped its core
And now it is no more
I am patient and cold like something no more
I am patient and cold like you and me
I am patient and cold like something no more
I am patient and cold like you and me
You and me flew a tree
Up nowhere
But it crashed and you gashed
And left like despair
And now you’re not there
I am patient and cold like something no more
I am patient and cold like you’re not there and me
I am patient and cold like something no more
I am patient and cold like you’re not there and me
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
Hands that hold to speak
quiver in this moonlight
awaiting slipping moments peak
to cry to the heart
Trembling its darkened dawns
dusting away at the pieces
of myself that have been
left to the wind.
Emptied caskets
fill the spaces of
energetic flesh
on my breast
Gashed and still
in this wippity whimperous moment.
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me when I make silent calls between two worlds,
Do you hear my voice calling to you?
Then gapes a girl curious to explore the world
"I think I hear you" she says,
all the while raising an ear to snippits.
I,
I just want to love you so, so deeply
I want to cleanse you
I want to make you shine with a radience like sunlight
liquid dancing flickers on flowing river songs
creek beds of bliss
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you, you , you, you, you hear me?
I´m pleading to that smile
hidden by mental chitter chatter
hop off the train, empty off your platter
of burdenous fruits
release all of that matter
Do you hear me?
Hey darling, moon belly seastar
dancer
I see you
I love you
I am you
Do you hear my long echoing cries for freedom?
Do you hear my gentle sighs,
gateways to divine skies
Do you hear me?
A drop of arms
A rising breath
an emptied teth
"I hear you¨" she says,
"I hear you, I hear you, I hear you!!"
her voice roars on
"I hear you, I am you"
Wild ravonous wails
I hear your nightingale calls,
I hear the ups and downs as heartbeat falls,
I hear rambling nectar
rollin smoothly off our soul
I hear a lovebirds
sonnet roll
Oh mother, oh Great on in Me in You in We,
I hear you, I hear you, I hear you,
I hear you
and I´m ready to listen.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
you found the rustiest steak knife in the silverware drawer and gashed it through my heart
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 8:03 AM UTC
A rush of a million causalities
Beyond anyones comprehension
A stirring emotion
Pulsing through and through
These aching limbs
Violent swaying
Thrashing towards the skin
A broken body
Lies deep within
Gashed but still moving
Their heart is slowly beating
A sad, hopeless beating
A struggle to hold onto
The light that is up ahead
A weak limb mightily
Wastes the last bit of energy
It once had
Crumbled now
The body is leaded
Stiff and ******
Simply trashed
Towards the ground.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
✨√SIGNED_FATE
I looked at myself in the mirror,
Smiled, but hit back with a frawning reflection,
My thoughts lingered on the darkened soul,
Where the black suit sheltered pain, deep sketched scars of a tortured heart...
A place they found as comfortable as home,
A place they cry and mourn.
Daughter of fate as written,
Happiness buried deep within my soul,
Screams and cries of the vengeful beasts inside,
Wanting to be let free,
And ***** the whole situation up.
Echoes of the defeaning silence,
Sending me to hades...
They watching,
My every move tracking,
Leading me on a journey there's nothing like retrieving,
Where I hope to have an unerrinng ******* life,
Where I wish they lull me to eternal sleep.
Their voices becoming louder as I pootle in,
Gravitating deeper in the gloomy atmosphere,
Wild thoughts circulating in my mind,
Suicidal thoughts taking the better part of me,
with a force greater than centrifugal,
dismantling whole of my right mind.
Their open arms luring me to hug back,
No one can save me now,
No one can unhitch me from these chains of torment, condemnation,
My mind is all frozen,
My heart is all broken,
Nothing's right,
Maybe signing my fate is the only real thing,
Maybe I'll no longer feel this emptiness,
loneliness,
Just like leaves gyrate slowly to the ground.
Everything happens so fast,
In nick of time, blade in my hand,
Gashed both of my wrists, half-arsed,
Gush of blood flowing,
I pass out,
In a pool of a blood, I lay helplessly,
Waiting for my flipping Will to be read out.
Signed fate...
©tiana...😭
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 5:30 PM UTC
Evicted due to his past, for a time he was convicted
conceited were words spoken, as words repeated
Lost in the moment, this had come with a cost.
Now he walked out, one thought of why and how,
Spoken were words to a neighbour, a look now broken.
He motioned her with a nod seeing no emotion
The past was a moment his dreams now gashed
hollow thoughts his companion, this so hard to swallow.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC
Soul erosion grinds away until eventual implosion
Build corrosion today until the ultimate explosion
Throw your Precaution to the winds I can smell in the dusty air once again it's new familiar sins
What has been will be, so no need to listen to me
You're truly free,use it to create and then you'll see
Mosquitoe tears mashed together with my own blood's smears
My deepest fears gashed holes in my souls fragile human years
Another wave appears, crashed to the shore and time again interferes
The mind clears as trashed worries burn and ring upon deaf ears
So many spheres, lives flashed in a dream, then it all disappears
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 1:48 PM UTC
*O a perfume of invite kissed her skin!
Vigorously invoking a need for his touch,
Parched tongue now flowed over her naked self,
Circling her navel, tussling with her braided hair.
Torn hems of fabrics gashed her,
To only ooze a teasing drop of red,
Which so selflessly satisfied his ravishing thirst.
In tandem with the waves of her hair,
Did his moans waver and shimmy,
To only tinge and fire with virile.
A silence slowly arrived with the dawn,
Witnessing a wilderness around the mute sheets,
While the night portrayed a naughty smile.*
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
Rattlesnake
Boom is the gangly
Doberman at the door
When it opened I froze
And she did as well
One too many fingers
Bashful stew of gashy meats
Pulsating, squirting, blood spurting and flowing back
I take a deep breath
And my joints lubricate as if by magic
Doom rakes a killing
And yet grave is my slumber
Low, humbling, thundering
I push too hard and it collapses
In is where I belonged, now I wept thrice
Buttoned up tight
You tilt as a broken table
It was so and it creaked longingly
Crept up from under somewhere
And never looked back
Mal was indeed
Trickling once and twice and thrice borne
Diurnal my beloved
Of once and twice and thrice borne kind
Of seaweed and ***
Out of a split dome
A gashed most dastardly
One of the cloaks covered me well
Under a lock with no keyhole
Filed my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files the chain that files my nail that files
One too many mirrors in this madhouse
For all the blind to see
Conjuring spells with a swollen tongue
Heard the pacing and followed through
The left after the left and the right after the right, hi-ho
I take from myself
And be no thing
A rumble creeps and wakes when not tended
Forlorn sensitivity
Starving tumbles a hoom, a waan, a rushed impregnate
Words birthed in barren plains
Some one thing creaks and hums and cracks
A dwarf dances in by a jazz darkly
Limbless jig in two movements
Jeaned out weens and them spurts one big black whale up up upward
Time is a flat **** stain
El amor de mi vida
A misery of cheese
One of loves, one of lives
Gargles reflowed uncivil
Leave white and follow through
Break my bones pulling in
Kicked inwards nervous gaseous porous
Corked out flesh see one lick two
Rumbarumbarumba
Off a wonder land
Bane is my juice
Soon follows rot
Tender, sweet rut
Shadow tongued drips and wets
I don’t need to recall the melody
It left a map so large it became the land
By the name alone I find a way
Of a one off beat and two rushing in, tu-pah!
Drum the ear and work a sweat
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 7:23 PM UTC
blood stained arms,
swollen face,
red rimmed eyes.
The blood flows freely from where the blade gashed my flesh.
Slacker
cut
Not good enough
slash
Worthless
a new slice appears.
Each with red, ruby red, emerging from the depths of my sorrow.
Each word rips into me,
and I carve,
carve the image i want to be,
carve the pain i long to be free from.
The crimson stains my skin,
giving each laceration a halo of red.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
She talks about scars
Like she wants to know about mine
The retelling of stories
Makes me think she wants one from me
And I don't know how to tell her
That I took a knife
And carved myself up
Like the turkey on thanksgiving
That I gashed my skin because I was craving control
That I was once so alone and hurt
That I took it upon myself
To drain myself of all my emotions
Turning one pain into another
Controlling how many
Controlling how hard
Controlling how long
I could've stopped if I wanted to
But I didn't want to
And so there's a whole parade of them
Up my leg
When she traces my bones
With her fingers and feels the roughness
She sees them with her eyes
While I shut mine tight
Like it will shut me out of the situation
I'm not sure what goes through her head
Does she question
Does she accept
Does she ignore
Her mouth never reveals her mind
Only leaking hints about her own
And I know all of her scars by now
The bike accident on her elbow
The scar on her palm that matches her moms
The pencil lead from her brother
The opened drawer on her shin when the lights went out
The ****** Knuckles games as a kid
All such simple explanations
Oh yea
These 30 marks here are from when the only girl in the world who paid attention to me told me her goodbyes
And was going to **** herself
And she threatened me not to tell anyone
I told someone anyway
This one here is when I felt such strong hatred for myself
That I couldn't even bare the thought of looking at my reflection without getting enraged
This section here is for every time I wanted to put my fist through a wall
These few are from when I wanted to jump off a ******* bridge
These ones are from when I felt the need to punish myself
For making stupid mistakes
These 3 here are placed as a decoy so people would never really know how bad it was
But I've come a long way since then
The past is the past and I'm going to let it stay there
Until the key of a question is revealed to unlock the box
And with that
I will not lie
Hoping that it won't change anything
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
I used to cower
Hidden in the dark
Stalking the night
Loneliness a shroud
Fear is a weakness
Sadness is a flaw
Lies I thought true
Paralyzed my maturity
Diseases are nasty
They give you marks
Or break your bones
Or slit your pretty throat
No one even whispers
Mental Illness is taboo
If your head isn't gashed
There is no wound there
Illness, not weakness
Don't laugh at the wheelchair
Don't scoff at the pill bottle
I refuse to be ashamed
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
A Rich man laid trapped in an evil desert obis.
Meanwhile a bounty hunter searched for a disabled elder a miss.
He heard the screams desperate deep and blurted.
He ignored his senses, weighting risk like none had heard it.
His body walked on but his nose smelt loot.
He risked his life and clawed him out honey to scoop.
Boosted on shoulders the triumph tasted lick on sweet!
A statue I will make in your honor for your courageous feet!
“No need I’m just happy your safe no need for honor!”
But deep in the invisible dark silence he brood for his daughter.
Then a stench of half eaten carcass ransomed the moment gross and misplaced.
Staring in disgust they agreed “What a pitiful disgrace!
The day before walked the elder man whom was blind and mute.
He heard a cry from the soil and searched in earnest for the root
He clapped his hands and stomped his feet
Risking his very life in blind eyes deceit
Grabbing at the wind, tired broken in vain.
The rich man heard his noisy attempts and cursed his name.
That didn't stop the blind and mute man from trying.
Instead a jagged stone gashed open his leg leaving him bleeding and dying.
The grains of the dessert soaked the earth and cried for his rest.
As the coyotes fought over his wounded flesh....
The rich man claimed “my life I swear will be in your place!!”
With his last bit of life the old man wished the man in the pit would be safe................................
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
Her soul bleeds love darkly
Red pools on the floor
She has been stabbed
Her soft heart pierced
By cruel knives
Sharpened with words of love
And water colors of rainy days
And small gentle hands
That won’t go away
Sharpened to cut deep
And she bleeds
And bleeds
As she is gashed
Over and over again
By the cold uncaring souls
That she once loved
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC