"incasing" poems
summer, spring, winter, fall,
it always carried a whiff of cleanliness, like lysol,
bleach and daffodils had made a not so secret love
child.
there were never any marks. no signs of mistakes,
accidents, humanity.
the floors glistened like the sun beaming off a black
convertible.
the windows, you couldn’t even tell they were
windows. not without the panes.
transparent like the shores of the Mediterranean.
I never touched anything.
I held my breath among glass, ornaments, picture frames.
afraid one intake would show up like a smudge that could
never be wiped off, no matter how much one tried.
she fits the house. like those china dolls, polished to perfection.
blonde hair rolled in unison curls. no frizz. never any
fly aways.
face just like those windows, eyes raging in a storm too far away.
his room was the only one i could sink in.
legos scattered
(i always stepped on the yellow ones)
clothes fuming with dirt and almost manhood.
his posters crooked, carrying characters dressed in
armor, or tuxedos, animated, weapons in hand.
his bed, never made, incasing the last impression of his body
(he always slept on his side)
a spot of drool still visible, blankets holding his scent.
soap, laundry detergent and oranges.
game controllers trashed, bite marks, dents, too many battles.
i finally breathed when i walked in.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
I don’t know what I am
He says I’m just a teenage girl
I may appear that way
In my party dress and pearls
My flowers in my hair
But inside my mind is racing
Filled with horrid thoughts
And hopeless dreams I’m chasing
And all this time I wasting
Dealing with the heartbreak I’m facing
Remembering my mind is tracing
Such pain I am incasing
Because his lips I still am tasting
See I am not just a teenage girl
In my party dress and pearls
I am much more
I’m a wreck
I’m a sucker
I’m broken
I’m hopeless
In this dark lonely world
I am much more than just
A teenage girl.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
You thought you could do it again...
But you thought wrong...
'Cause this is now and that was then...
And I guess I'm not strong...
'Cause I see the game you trying to play...
And I see that scam you trying to run...
And I let you do it all day every day...
But she gives me the strength to say I'm done...
So it's no longer "her"...
And its no longer "you"...
I have a new girl...
Taking my world for a whole new twirl...
Now things are better...
Since me and her are together...
And since I cast you aside...
I can see the truth you desperatly tryed to hide...
In the crevasses and holes you call a heart...
Deep down inside...
You tryed to shield me...
And protect me from her...
You tryed to help me...
When life was a blur...
But now I see clear...
And now I see all...
While I hold her near...
And I stand tall...
And hold her at my side...
As I change the tide...
While she melts my cold heart...
And chisels the incasing stone...
And I smile while it tears you apart...
'Cause I have this new girl...
And your still alone...........
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:48 PM UTC
Cold, muffled sounds,
Existing formlessly confused.
Heaved from the bedrock.
Awaiting freedom from
My primal stone prison.
Each strike cracks away
Imperfections piling up in
A haze of rubble and lies.
Slowly clinging to a feeling
Bound to the earth.
I feel the touch of soft
Loving hands through
the rough shell incasing.
Searching for the fine details
Which parts will bend or break.
A work of art only seen through
Careful gaze.
Working away at rugged body
Ill dreams, poisoned thoughts
Fade into the dust at my feet.
Finally feeling the smoothness
Of my skin, almost ready.
Complete your masterpiece.
Finish me. Your relic to stand against
Time. Eroding, breaking losing
Profound definition as years pass.
But the meaning and the love
Stand against loss of mortality.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
As I stare into the black space,
I am surrounded by the sea of pitch
That overcomes my body with tremulous waves,
As my wavering heartbeat
Flickers like a flame in a downpour.
Nothing is clear.
The pitch is in my eyes and
As hard as I try to blink it away,
It consumes me until all I see is the blackness.
My limbs succumb to the numbness
While my soul is tossed around
Like a rag doll in a tornado,
Stuck in the same circular, shadowy pattern
Until it emerges,
Mangled and ugly.
The shadow of the Hope I had in earlier hours
Has disappeared, melting in this
Disdainful, tormenting pitch.
It's seeping into my skin now,
Drowning me as I claw at my throat,
Desperate for a way out.
But the inevibility of it making its way to my heart is clear.
It'll form an incasing around it,
For that is its pattern,
To wait for the miner to chip it away.
But his chisel will eventually pierce my heart,
And the pitch will return.
It'll surround me and blind me.
It'll choke me until it's made its way to my heart.
And every time, he'll come back,
He'll let me breathe air for a little while,
But though the miner's heart is strong,
The pitch is a part of me now,
And my flame of a heartbeat is withering softly.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
This ***** in my chest hammers
Sledging away at my ribcage
I can feel the shallow breaths enter my body but they somehow fail to reach my starving lungs
My punctured windpipe only delivering a whisper of oxygen
I can hear everything yet as the sound waves reach my ears it just turns into an incessant buzz
My eyes go out of focus and the world around me becomes a blur
I'm completely removed from my senses and everything that held me to reality is suddenly gone
Frantically I grasp for anything to keep me grounded but as my breath quickens and my heart thuds
The fear erupts and every coping mechanism I've memorized is lost in a sea of suffocating thoughts
Gasping for air as my adrenaline spikes and all fight in me collapses
Flight is the only option now but there is nowhere to go
All the walls are constricting tighter and tighter incasing me within
and I can't stop this panic that is just starting to begin
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC