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King Panda Jun 2017
sundog—small and incomplete
half-***** rainbow.
light.
at least once a week for
the clever dreamer,
the girls with no eyes,
the men with small *******.
there is

fortune in the river—it swims
away when I take you breath
down to it in a bucket. and my hands
quilt flawless wade of
nighttime water.

*where is the colored light?

nowhere, sundog.
nowhere.
L Oct 2018
Im ******* jealous.

Im jealous of someone i love.

Because someone that i want to love me,

It feels like they love everyone else so much more.


And it hurts.
And i feel guilty.
And i dont want this.

I didnt ask for it.
I would never.
I dont want it.

I want to feel better.
I want to be better.


You love so much
So many
Other people.
And. Its pretty ******* clear.

And.
When it comes to me.
Its observable.
But.
It doesnt feel like much
And i love you
And i want to love you
But.
How.
How does any of this even work.
How does any of it really even work.


This is stupid. Pretty stupid.
Often times. I think of just running
I want to run so bad
So ******* bad.
And then i think of other people.

And how much i ******* care.

And it all hurts.
All over again.
And so much moreso than before.
No resolution?


I cant ******* think.
Should this be a new 'poem' of its own or not?
Wolf Dec 2018
To live
Is crafting a prized novel
Memories resting on every page

To end a life
Is deeming it complete
Before the reader is satisfied

A book lacking a proper end
You could call it a book
But it is not a story
I almost finished my book in chapter 13. Refuse to take a life, even if it is your own.
Damien Ark Aug 2016
I.

should i be the one to carry out your punishment
the ring fits you like a coffin
pellucid cathedral
snow drifts silently below the horizon
tracing the shadow of the sphere
two moons aligned between the peak of the mountain
lingering in gnarled mouths
gauze wounds that comforted you
withered and forlorn planet
sobbing into bruised and reluctant hands
i have a thousand eyes but i'm going blind
staring through the blizzard on a train at midnight
flowers of filth and tombstones draped with black snow
deformed retina and static vision

II.

there's blood in your mouth
you've forgotten what it tastes like
the resin, a clot
heaven you sought
on charcoal shore
a cankered sore
you bit and tore
anchor tattoo on the thumb
when you return to your kingdom
bathing in chrome
pounded into marbled walls
like a desert dome
with the underground cave exhibit
between your legs
it smells like bat **** and i hate it
but i guess i'll try you out

III.

i always knew that one day
you would crash into me
regardless of direction or speed
you're tired and blind
nobody taught you to look both ways
through a red light darkly
don't blame yourself
it was predestined baby

IV.

i've never believed in an angel
that wasn't swept off shore
and drowned with plucked wings
your brain is like a limestone cave
you are marbled stone that
has been chipped away
valley of eagles
follow you home
these cosmic effervescent temples
that they built for you
can only be seen with your eyes
we are as blind as you've wanted us to be
our temples are crumbling
piled up under crimson sky
leave us a halo before you go
annular and rotating in retrograde
like the rings of saturn
shot by cassini in black and white
ophelie, while you rest
you will be choking on our dust
our ashes obscuring the moonlit sky
i will not be your boy
dressed in pink ritual ectoplasm
i will be the one that unveils your face
and slaps you silly

V.

(my ****** speaking to my parents in the afterlife)
thought i knew everything
realized i know nothing
will i ever understand anything
you don't see me at all

(my ****** speaking to his parents)
you think i'm divine
you thought i was getting better
you thought i was a being that wasn't
a serial ****** and manipulative liar
*******

(me empathizing with my ******)
hit myself in the face
and i feel nothing
i have nothing
in this molded shut basement of snow



drive a nail through
each of my eyes
shining so ludicrously
you're out plucking flowers
sobbing in the silent october weather
i'll walk up to you
in the garden of eden and
i'll ******* **** you where you stand
i'll ******* cut your throat

here he is again
screaming in the garden of eden
******* himself in babylon
lighthouse comes crashing down
don't hold my ******* hand
i'll spill blood over the moon

ahhh ahh
that's what you moan
when i slip my claws through the crypts
and to your five foot three long coffin shaped body
otherwise, the lime green basketball shorts
frail hairless sunburned skin
and little *** stained batman briefs
show me where i left off on you
and where he left off on you
that is the vault in you i hope to eviscerate
i hate picking you up from your friend
knowing what you do with him
ahhh ahh
skin so soft, so easy to abuse
i pretend to hate myself
to better manipulate you
and when you fall for it i moan
ahhh ahh
and so do you, don't ever forget it

VI.

great-grandmother
you survived the mile high ocean waves
held onto by only your foot
you out of so many turned away and sent back
to concentration camps and pits of executed bodies
you flourished through years of torment and abuse
smiled like a sanctified sunrise
as you kissed your daughter's goodnight
you fed and bathed and buried them all
and yet

there's so many horrible people in the world
like me, not like you

VII.

because we were both in love with someone else
we felt at the walls to our prison cells
trying to make it feel more like home
tree sap and nectar glued to our sweating bodies
oceanic breaths that submerged my x's into o's
silence can be so detrimental and restraining
pink dots sweltering/bubbling/popping in your vision
I want to be left breathless yet also relentlessly submissive
wearing each-others flesh, tattered to the sun/sand/tar
cleaning ourselves with spit and ***
pulled together into the earths wet grimy soil
time is a frigid cryogenic cave of infinitely worthless depth
i'm starving on a full stomach of rotten apples with a serpents tongue

VIII.

Smells like fresh rain and mildew creeks and ponds
when I drag my head over your chest
I am fastened to you
even though the veins in my
arms are like roots pulled
from out of the earth
we will live together
we will die in bed on the same day at the same time
loaded rifle to our merging heads
release
this is forever because
you said please

IX.

death metal daydreaming of being
skyscraped into vivisect oblivion
vampiric honey-eyes navigating your solar systems
rotting in the wheat fields
flowers that will bloom from your corpse
teeth that belong plucking blisters
petals swaying over the grave
a brief loving once more
the last minute suicide pacts
bathbombs and skinny little wrists slit open
like throbbing and abused ***** lips
throttling rabidly in the tub like a leopard
choking you out with your ebony dress
your latex boots your ******* to chew on
the glass **** to your lips to make it easier
and to see you dead and naked in my bed
and evaporating from my touch
know that you don't deserve any better
underestimated Nov 2018
Your smile kills me
Because I can't see it all the time
Your heart breaks mine
Because it doesn't beat for me
Your scent makes me suffer
Because I long for it when you're gone
Your laugh makes me cry
Because I don't get to hear it when I wake up in the morning
Your pain makes me scream in anger
Because you don't deserve it
Your love has left me incomplete
Because I need it but can't have it
It's not your fault but I'm broken because of you...
Dead Rose One Nov 2017
<>

No, He said.

I want you
wanting.

I want to taste the miracle of your desperation,
need,
lick the sweet sweat of tense from the hairline well hid
on the back of your pleasuring neck.

I need your needing constant completion,
but not succeeding.

The airborne aroma of your desires are fiery, arousing,
stimulus sensating me by the unending beauty of dissatisfaction,
this virus desirous, infection, makes my perpetual wanting  
for an incomplete perfect woman,
forever seeking betterment,
perfectly complete.


<>
11-15-17 11:51pm
mixed up emotions re this one; who is the striver, who is selfless   and/or selfish;  can be understood in many different ways
Obassi Bholai Dec 2018
I tend to do this unforgiving
method of maddness when it comes to writing
I'll start and stop, repeating onto new work
unfinishing the last.

incomplete as each piece may be,
the brain is scattered
lost and afraid, it'll never feel the same way.
connected to what new beginnings
may be.
Carter Ginter Dec 2013
I'd like to say you've made me crazy
But that would give you too much mind
I really can't speak much of you
Without making my emotions too quick to find.
I hate you, but i don't
I can't stand you, which is true
But for whatever lost reason
My thoughts still fall on you.

I may always be me

-

Yet, without you I am not
Written: November 10, 2018

All rights reserved.
Akanksha Raizada Dec 2018
You fall in love second time
but even this time
it is incomplete.
Bryce Feb 28
Have you seen the soft light of her eye?
The speckled dusts that line
the record sheaths
Spinning in the groovy beat of eternity

Somewhere high above the skies
veiled in wisps, her water-bearing cirrus
and looming presence of Cumulonimbus
running the deluge of thoughts into the brain
and giving the gift of loving rains

There she is, the lovely moon--
A pockmarked pearl in distant gloom
A momentary gift, spinning her disk
in shafts of light on fallow eyes

I have been long lost, in varied dream
The boundless world around careens
Empty towards the end of move
But I'll spend the rest of this with you

The moon, Earth's aeons of planetary dance
in loving poise of circumstance
Her writhing storm of life between
the ever-floating nodes of light
Jillian Aug 2018
am I you
what am I without you
its not your fault
don’t cry for me
don’t confuse me
I love you
don’t leave me
don’t have *** like it's
nothing
don’t look at her naked body
with the same eyes that you
looked upon mine
don’t let me breathe a life saving breath
while you’re

in
her

let me wallow in saturated agony
let me be in pain
let me feel the extent of my own emotions
and eventually
for a bee that carries three times its weight isn’t meant to last
let me go into that valley of death
that idyll
that probable hell
where I may but suffer the more,
take me there.

give me a smallest crumb more
let me lick your fingers
I must see if I could still summon that sweet syrup love
that burns as it exits
my bellybutton

let it then lapse away
so I may forget
and when he finds his way
back to my dirt trail I'll never stop walking
I will pick him up and nourish his soul with my own
so his stomach fills
and he is more whole

and I am more hole
Wrote this with a chaotic mind
Michael Ryan Nov 2018
She's been next door
since my birth
and you may wonder how that
is even possible
when I am four or five years older than her.

I met her at a time
in my life
where my world changed,
and in this change
I tried to live--
to live for anything.

In my futile attempts
to find purpose
to conquer the beasts
of mental illness,
she's been at my window
to see this eternal struggle of mine.

She's wonderful
completely and utterly--
of course this doesn't mean she's perfect
and even more of course she's far from it.

But maybe it's that imperfection
that has allowed
her and I
to have open windows,
open hearts,
and open conversations--
no matter the
Time zones, languages, or illnesses
we always come back
understanding each other
just a little bit more.
Its about our incomplete story...
He was there.. she was there..
He saw her captivating eyes and fell in love..
She felt his heart and fell in love::
He took a step forward and spent her days with her...
She took a step forward and shared her dreams with him..
He praised her beauty and she bowed to his flattery..
He gave her hope and she gave him the fondness of her arms..thinking that it’s beginning of a new story.. new life
He left her and she kept staring at her phone for his text.. for his missed call..
He never missed her.. and she woke up in the middle of every night searching for his warmth
He moved on and she kept waiting for his return ..to scribe an ending to their incomplete love story.
AN INCOMPLETE HISTORY OF WW2

the doodlebug cuts
its silence deadlier than its whine
a baby crying

where there was a house
there was a house no more
a rocking horse survives the blast

the neighbours
across the road
move to a place called Death

"The road had a ruddy big hole
with a bus sticking out of it!"
Death always only a heartbeat away

"1939 & I
were such good friends
only time Love walked in my door!"

"Such a card he was
but he turned out
to be a cad!"

"Oh he was cad but
he was my cad
but I loved the bounder!"

"Yes, dear...the War
the War got him...
...he never came back!"

on the middle of mantlepiece
a black & white slice
of 1939

Spring is late...again
"Where have you been!"
shyly it smiles at me in flowers
laura Mar 2018
(you do you, baby boo, i know moms
who rather write poetry and spend five
bucks on their kids’ mouths lolol)

always the act of forgetting the people
behind the screen, when you blame me
like mingling with lanceheaded dreams

delivering pointless blows spelling it
like im incomplete unless i bring all of
myself to the table alone

& the room’s clean, and the kitchen’s clean
the birds sing and the sunlight’s cold and bright
seems like everything’s where it’s supposed
to be when you’re not around

now what a paradox that is
People be like, just donate 5 bucks lel not that hard yo

sure thing captain
Batya May 2
i never finish
i only begin
feelings turn to ink
i let it sink in

i hope the words
will find their way
and lead me to the end

but whether hand or heart
i tire out
and begin again
Bryce Aug 2018
It is early.

and the world hangs silent, but the birds chirping their chime,

An angelic choir of vibratos
And tenor beaks
humming sweet
to the early tangerine crest of sun
slivers a powerful bar of light over the peaks
to a newly brilliant horizon.

Sweeping the dredges of darkness away
as the stars fade
like coal dust
back again, packed into their cupboard of night
one by one,
lanterns snuffed and sent
into the vibrating blue
as if the whole sky should erupt into fire
azure, hallowed morning pyre

Encircled by the gradient hues
of coral pink and castille yellow
Mediterranean teal
A symphonic
cacophonic
**** of birth

Good Day, Sweet mother earth.

Squeezed through the valleys
canals
allies
every nook and forlorn cranny
kissed with her blissful photonic army
And the infantile creatures cry with glee.
The dewdrops clutch the blades
the tender palasade
of petals
remembering their darkened escapades
slipping tender rain
to feed the dirt,
the lonely detritus
elixirs of the lovely night.

And the world bursts into a veritable
kaleidoscope of life
With a trillion pairs of eyes
accessing the mother dream
Mehek May 5
There's a shallow darkness over our minds
That paves the lights like sheer blinds
for the quench of love in our broken souls
There's a fear seeping deep inside our veins
That's often too scared to care
too scarred to share
Sometimes all we need is someone to pull us out from the past
And a little time
to fill up the spaces in our minds.

~mehek
Evelyn Genao Mar 2018
"Please, daddy!"
You were walking so fast.
Too fast for my little feet to keep up.
Was it that easy for you to leave me?

You heard my tear-filled screams, but you never stopped.
You just kept going.
Farther and farther away, not even trying to get one last look at me.
I punched, pulled, and pushed trying to make you stop.
You didn’t.
You just kept going.
Leaving me behind.
"Please don’t leave me!"

Pain.
I remember it too well.
The heart throbbing pain.
We watched as you left.
Me and mommy.
My eyes were wet.
Hers were dry, cold.
As if she knew this would happen.

I looked into mommy's eyes.
Her brown eyes tangled with lies.
Lying to me for you.
How long do I have to wait for you before you realize that what you did was a mistake? What was the reason you stayed away for so long?
Was it all the stupid crap you did in the past or is it because you don’t want me anymore?

Since you left, I dreamed of your return.
The day you would wrap me in your arms and whisper in my ear,
"I'm sorry for what I did. I promise I will never leave you again,
my little Cookie Monster
."
Then I wake up, hoping to see you.
Praying that it wasn’t all a dream.
But reality soon caught up, and the dream quickly died.

I remember all the tears I had rushing down my face
as I saw you leave me and mommy behind, to never return.
I'm so incomplete without you, I need my daddy back in my life.
You deceived me, you said you would always be there.
You pinky promised.
You broke your promise.
How can I trust you again?

Do you still think of me as your "cookie monster" or
a daughter you never loved, a daughter you could leave behind without a single goodbye in the blink of an eye? I wish you were here to watch me grow up but we both know that will never happen.

"I miss you so much! Won’t you please come back to me, daddy?
I just need to see your face one last time
."
Am I that disappointing I need to work to make you love me?

Hey, daddy even if you don’t love me I will always love you no matter what happens.
I bet you didn't even think about how I would feel when you left.
No, you only thought of yourself like you always do.

You missed all my birthdays, first dates, father-daughter dances,
and you may even miss my wedding, not that you even care.
Did you know that I would wait for the postman to bring the mail and check to see if there was a letter for me? But there never was.
I eventually stopped going, knowing nothing was there for me.  

"Well, daddy looks like you really didn't care about me buts it's in the past. Now I have a family who loves me, stays with me, and likes for who I am.
I don't need you anymore
.”

Daddy, I still need you. Please, come back.
When I was 6, my dad was deported to the Dominican Republic. I remember visiting him in prison before he was booted out of the country. I was only a child then and I don't remember much but the pain is still there. I didn't ever write down my feelings until my English teacher assigned the class a project where we had to write a poem about a struggle that impacted our lives. It was not the best and as the years went by I would add more to it, pouring my heart and soul into it. I think the day presented my poem to the class was the day that I wanted to become a writer. I hope you love this and be sure to comment your thoughts on it. Also, check out my other poems!!
Planejane2 Jun 17
I’m convinced you came in and put shackles on those who out-loved you.
Outlived you as life went on, so you struggled to keep up.
You found the deepest darkest corner
You took from the fullest of cups.
You bound star crossed lovers together in hopes that they would get stuck
But you didn’t realize that their love could be used correctly unlike the sick twisted plots you stuck
In their minds and flesh.
T Dec 2018
I truly love
Sleeping alone
Eye contact
Silence
I love watching people be themselves
I love walking a fine line, on my tip toes
I love tenderness so soft you almost can’t feel it
I love being untouchable
and I love being touched
I love breakthroughs
and things of substance
I love walking through the woods
I love getting lost, and laughing, and turning around
I love the art of healing
I love fluctuation and dynamism and change
I love being free – unobliged, unbound, unassuming
I love the sober thoughtfulness of melancholy
I love love, and I love loving love
And I love giving myself time, as much as I need,
to understand my magic
Doo baa doo dweeb man without woman
and ye vee la lovisha woman without man
be like a tree w/o leaves, & flowers w/ no seed;
******* w/o hash; dat hash w/o ******;
**** w/o crystal & drugs w/o tranquilin;
my favourites! - smack...! without brown sugar like sugar with no sweets;
showered on her yummy sweats.
swetean ******* aye plead!
gravity w/o **** be like her **** w/o dopping
bars w/o beers; night clubs w/o Hi-ladies;
****** w/o "chillam"; & "madira" w/ no trekkies
like a cigarette w/o lighter, & dark jungle w/o lantern,
us men & you women be so incomplete w/o love like me - the Homewrecker w/ no affairs with love dieties.
Last sonnet i posted on my LinkedIn a/c. Was about to post its IInd part either on there, but guess what? - LinkedIn banned me on their site & got my account RESTRICTED "permanently". This be the most absurd thing happened to me because i used to post my live vlogs/videos & all poetic stuffs & raps on linkedin... even i was connected with my crush either on linkedin because she is not on any other site but on linkedin... and whatsapp. Unfortunately & sadly, i can't text her on whatsapp cos the catch is - she's already married... and i don't want her get into trouble. Another funniest thing is, she doesn't even know, i have got crush on her. Poor unluckiest me - still one of the favourites of Devil's Nephew alias Phantom's Rap Devil.
My promise to you;
when I say, 'yes, I do'
I mean 'I do' to only you!
I not only give you
my heart and my hand-
as yours, for always,
I also give you my promise
to be for you and you alone...
You are the love of my life,
the one I had always been
incomplete without,
you are My Soulmate~

2008

COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
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