"horridness" poems
I'm stuck for words at the moment
I can't seem to find the right rhythm
To describe you
It's almost like the sweetest part of you,
The one that I always knew loved me most
Was hidden away from me for all the months
That it was too cold for his steady warmth
Like he was too afraid of becoming frozen
And decided to lock himself away
Inside of you
Because of this feat
I've found you to be more controlling,
Causing me pain in ways I never thought you could,
Or ever would, it hurt me to be with you,
Though it hurt far more trying to flee,
And so I stayed, holding on to the memories of the sweet boy
Who always packed an extra sweater
With me in mind, and never forgot
To kiss me goodnight
I hoped with all my heart he wasn't a facade,
And that he'd come back to me,
But hope faded fast,
I wasn't sure if we'd last
This is where I'm stuck,
Because I'm still dazed by it all
The weather is warmer,
The sun shines brightly
He's happy, Really happy
Not just for the minute or hour
Not because he just finished getting off either
I honestly don't know what happened,
Maybe he sees my effort?
Maybe that's all that sweet boy I missed so dearly wanted,
To see my effort in trying so hard to keep us together,
Because beyond my fast falling hopes,
I saw him today, all day.
In every time he said "I love you," I saw him
And it wasn't just an echo of something he should say,
But rather his own heart speaking to me directly,
I felt he meant it every time,
Complete and total joy well up inside me now
Love dripped from each word and syllable he spoke,
His breath stank of it
And I loved it
And I knew he loved me,
Despite all my horridness, he loves me.
My god, I can't tell people enough of how happy I am,
I've found the secret!
I know what to do!
Can it have been this simple all the while?
All I had to do was but open my lips
Let the sounds of my thoughts roll off my tongue
So easy, so simple,
And yet so hard all the same
But I know what to do now
And if this is what it takes to make my sweet boy
Greet me with smiles and sweet kisses every day,
That I'll **** well suffer through the hardships of change
Until it becomes as natural as loving him.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Such a tedious thing,
I sense our existence appears.
For my chest to breech to the sky,
A tightened blossom of whipping purity.
Then to sink towards such a vicarious engulfment of hell.
With each palpitating symposium,
My lungs waver.
To crust over,
and bless the,
upon gilded guffaws.
Perturbed of my ascension.
Or shall they sink,
Sallow under chagrined blasphemy,
My horridness inked upon
parchment seasoned skin.
Not but,
a child of bitter consideration.
I shall butter myself in ashes,
just to perceive myself a shadow.
For at dusk's beckon,
perturbed; to kiss the constellations.
Blemishes I conjured,
beneath a quavering lip,
a gentle crease of my nose.
I silence their whimpering of wrongdoings,
which I have failed to rupture.
To exhale,
in such a bubbling manner.
It gurgles at my lips.
Dribbles before me,
Whilst the sun blinks back a yawn.
Yet, upon a lunar serenade,
the talons which protrude from my veins,
writhes gruesome.
To my supposed
talents,
I see no anchor.
From them, to what lay before me.
To where I shall drift.
And good sir,
label my simplistic existence,
if you must.
Yet I shall soon die,
and so, you will too.
And by that flicker of seconds,
we should matter no more.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
Darkness settles inward, eating, chewing, ripping away at our hearts
If only we had known you would let our paths be torn apart
Did you not hear the powerful strenuous strain?
The crying of our innards as you sought only personal gain
The truth you knew, you should never have used it
To harm another and drive them down into the pit
So many lives we allowed you to hurt in your selfishness
Oh, why did we follow such horridness?
We saw a man full of energy, not a moment of faith did he lack
Our faith lay in that man, we were to blind to see we did not have his back
We did not see the one who clung on so tightly and never did he wear the crown
He used our ignorance to drive us down
The deep emotions that left us at a loss
We cannot find the oomph to carry on at any cost
We failed when we mistook you for the one
The pedestal we placed you on we wish we could have undone
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
He said he had me like the rain;
I was cold, and sharp, and I always slipped away.
I never intended to slip through your fingertips,
though I often find myself doing so.
I am not hard to hold onto,
but I am simply hard to hold.
My skin is lined with thorns,
but I am not as pretty as a rose.
His words felt like velvet
as he told me why he only half smiled.
I hardly paid attention, but,
I loved it when I did.
He was like a fire;
he was fascinating until
you gave him half a touch.
He burned.
I laced threads that were,
damp with his breath
as I stitched up the holes in his shoes.
His laugh was worn and stale,
as he leaned back in his chair.
His shoes were barely patched,
and his eyes were still dark and black.
I didn't think his darkness,
would take a stable home.
I hoped that all his horrors
would eventually leave him alone.
He had splinters in his ribcage,
and trying lines on his spine.
His body bends as he rolls over,
he never sleeps at night.
His alarm is always calling,
like his mother by the stairs.
His sister's always falling,
for the boys with metal on their lips,
a little piece of him he'd wish he could forget.
His skin is worn like parchment,
as he wishes away what he is.
I wish he'd never change himself,
but hes the only one who did.
I traced his skin in circles,
and left salt on his wrists.
This part of him couldn't be,
he didn't want any of this.
The slender of his jaw was cracked,
and his fingertips were crooked.
None of this had hardly mattered
when he was soft and warm and less rugged.
I left him wrapped in leather,
on his bed, alone in the dark.
I couldn't prevent his horridness,
from claiming himself as it's own.
He said I was the Sun;
I was warm and bright,
and brought new life.
I hoped I brought him back.
But his eyes had sunk like anchors,
and his lips were small and numb.
And when he laughed the stale was gone,
and breath was left instead.
I watched him fade like a photograph,
and I washed away the stains.
But, alas, I couldn't help him;
I couldn't take away the pain.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
I hate water
Its breathless and dead
Tell me to take a bath
I'll fill the tub with fire
And wash myself in the flame
For fire has breath
It licks and touches
And forever caresses
My black cracked bones
They might **** me
But at least i'll still be warm
Instead of sinking like a stone
Into the crushing darkness.
Mind numbing horridness
Cold and friendless
Give me the flame any day
Because I. Hate. Water.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
Feel me
Branch out
You live
Apathetically
You’re a charlatan
Who dwells
One sidedly
Dark sidedly
Think you spew vitriolic criticism
Just abysmal blabber
You’re like an infant without wonder
You’re a void for joyousness
You’re incontinent of your blabber
Of your verbal feces
And vile thoughts
Read the room
We’re sick of your ****
The only depth you have
Is how low you make everyone
You’re so dismal
Break free
From your own restraints
And you can scintillate
Beauty can always root
Where horridness once dwelled
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC