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Paul Idiaghe Jul 2021
I never meant to fall

but sunrise greased your chassis.
The crest and fall of your jaw—

the blade and bend of it,
mudslide contouring of it—

dropped me ribless at your feet.

O promising land, crisp field  
of flesh, whose fireflies

steered my eyes in the darkness—
your land, where my eyes had strayed—

scaled over eolian caves, the slick
basins of your clavicle, onto
the hexa hillocks clustered
like honeycomb chambers
on your abdomen.

I never meant to fall,

but the cursive lines of you,
I might have trod with loose eyes—

even now, there is a voice
drawing them to strike
at the aquifer beneath your waistline,

voice of vined thirst,
of torso and tug—
with them, I struck and drowned
after ‘Waist and Sway’ by Natalie Diaz
SoupHands Apr 2016
I wake up itching every now and again
And I go the whole day thinking of bed bugs
Little nuclear bombs going off all over my arms and legs
Which is why I cut my nails now
I revisit that bridge every once in a while
To see if it's still smoldering
It looks war torn to be honest
That was one hell of a fire
Love becomes rage and that flame can't really be put out

It feels like every day I have to pick my self respect off the floor
And fight, just to open my eyes
Im paralyzingly numb, the air around me feels like shackles
Things dont make sense, I cant figure out what is disconnected
When I feel weak, I add another memory to the pyre
In an attempt to come to grips with this

It feels like Im starting to lose my sense of humor
My brain is picking **** apart
Cannibalizing to bolster what little defense is left
Everything is so tense, so grey
But I guess you cant fight DNA; the way you were built

Truth be told, I wish I could rip your tongue out through your teeth
I wish I could inflict on you, as much damage is still standing within me
But instead Im an aimless drunk, flailing at targets that dont exist
Finding fraudulence and lies in everyone I see
Hexa-focles, drunk goggles, eyes never built for my head
Welded in place, make me eager for untruth in people
Instead of hungry for their support
And the more I struggle, the more I deny my lies
The more these anti truths burn into my brain

My thoughts are a ******* hurricane
Im gorged with mistrust, greedy with skepticism, and eager to find an enemy
This isn't me. I think that every day
I dont even know who I am anymore

Chemically, I dont have the ability to comprehend or repair myself
They say the mind bends and twists in order to cope with anguish
It feels like mine is on the verge of breaking every day

Sometimes I feel like ending it all
I cant stop thinking about this
And it feels like Ill never recover
But pain is like matter
You cant destroy it; it'll just get passed around
And a weaker, more gentle mind would be burdened with pain they don't deserve
My reality is chemically changing all because of you

Youre a quitter, a hypocrite, a joke
Im not
I dont quit just because it's easy to do it
You do
I love so intensely, but I hate exponentially
And never in my most absurd dreams would I feel a hate like this

You begged on your knees to be forgiven
Yet you remained a traitor
Safe to say whatever you did you me pales in comparison to the emotional coma youre too dumb to find a way out of

It hurts to know that hurt is the only reminder I have left
To know that I can still feel, still hate
I learned that you cant surprise me, only validate my suspicions
Pain has absolutely no limit
Rock bottom does not exist
And that all people can be defined by patterns

But I watched you abandon your passions over and over
Become more of the type of person you used to laugh at

You left it to me to tell me you didnt love me anymore

Sometimes I feel those bed bugs
Those hot, lonely nights
All the burns and cuts
You took a part of my life and distorted it beyond recognition
I will always hate you, I will never forgive you

Remember when I told you about when i was young?
And I told you that I'd see girls with some ******
And I'd think, *******, what does a guy have to do to get said a girl like that?
Looks like Ill never know
current torture in my life
#depression #heartbreak
STLR Nov 2016
The Return of The Poet Freak

I've come back
this time with a yarn full

Let's end stupidity here and get ride of the barn fools

I sense the humidity here is that of a bar stool, intoxication is common, don't drink with the wrong tools

I've come with sharp words that crash like death from above

Yet create a flow equivalent to the flight of a dove

My might is of night an it's lust
my words are of fights in the dust

**** with me, and at night I will come
To terrorize then surprise with a rush

They say I have no access

All I need is your first name,
email or IP address

Your location can be found
habits can be studied

Once preparation is complete,
I will attack with no sound

unbounded pursuit, my well grounded efficiency is
complemented by proof

Gaze at my past history
words silently slaughtered in victory
My code of honor is made of dignity

My coat of armor is coated with words of potency

No witnesses needed, you can be apart of this 1st degree

******, I hope you scream ****** ******, Whenever you decide to breath

I've written to many ******* poems
I hope that you can see

These words are nothing but text reflected upon a screen..

These words are nothing but a message relayed upon a stream

Of constantly moving data that's scattered for all to see

My mental anomalies injected into the net via tech that is obsolete

Visual vacancies filled with verbal alliterations, attractively sound good
To current generation

Generation Text, Hexa-Decimal

Generation ******* #SuckMy Testicles

Generation I've learned code in middle school

but thats nothing it's just minuscule

I could spit a rhyme colder
then any individual

The eruption of my vocabularies volcano is visible

My concussions due to rhyming words over percussion are critical

These are my final words in the land that is digital

The poet freak is back, this time with words that are more cynical

— The End —