"infests" poems
I'll beckon the flames to rise again,
Brush off the dust that infests.
Temperature growing with my breathing,
I want every spec of darkness within.
Show me the being you hide inside,
Sadistic and thirsty for pleasure pleading.
Destroy the rage inside my soul,
Dissect what's left for you to soil.
I'll bow my head in understanding,
Lick my lips as you **** me.
This labyrinth of love inspires me,
Hide and seek in fields of flowers...
They say the itch will go away,
I'm raw from anticipation.
Come quickly into my embrace,
It's really the safest place.
Destroy the rage inside my soul,
Burn all that was ever soiled.
I'll bow my head in understanding,
Scream out loud as you **** me.
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 2:43 AM UTC
She bares her soul
to no one —
a façade for each mood
that infests her thoughts
like the plague;
reticence stalks her
every now and then,
as she tries shying away
from her darkest
secrets ripe as cherries
hanging from the bough…
a charade of whims
planted mysteriously
on her sealed lips.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
Her folly lies in her capacity to love dangerously,
For she loves in many faces, in many words and in many tongues.
She lives inside her love, mutating her heart ever so.
Relishing, perilously, in the daze of its endangerment.
And for the fragments of her heart she is so terribly loved in return.
But only for a moment.
For she holds too much insanity in her sorrowful bones.
It infests her blue veins and plays with her hair.
It kisses her in the darkness of hidden longing,
And traces her skin with wistful desire.
Her insanity holds her to the wall and caresses her neck.
Her insanity gives her a cigarette and watches her blue smoke dance with a smile in the early morning.
Her insanity laughs with her in a melancholy haze of youthful poverty.
Her insanity holds her in his arms.
Her insanity is inescapably wistful.
It finds her in the night,
In the secret carousels of woeful nostalgia.
Her insanity has destroyed her so, and has so wickedly masked it as bliss.
She is irrevocably doomed, for she will spend her days submerged in an ocean of faces;
Hoping, so beautifully desperately,
That she will find a piece of him inside them.
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*"Can I stay here a little longer?
I'm so happy here."*
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
You sit there and take pictures of me,
The winter air chills our breaths
You Laugh. I laugh. I feel a small spark of what I called happiness.
It's absolutely freezing.
Come on, the high today is nine degrease.
But for some reason I don't feel so cold
as the Ice blues my skin and snow infests my bones.
Your infectious laugh carries over to me.
"Uh, Beth, I think I broke the camera!"
I know you didn't, of course, but I still rush over.
I pity the way I can't stupidly giggle.
or be anything resembling a teenage girl.
the strange thing is you don't seem to mind.
You stand too close as I fix the glitch.
You smell like Cinnamon, apples and warmth
too bad I'm like the anti-teen so I just stand there awkwardly
Your brown eyes capture mine and I resume my duty of fixing the camera
You run out of film.
I frown. We walk back.
We don't talk after that.
You do this every month or so, I never expect it
I want to Hit myself afterwards.
Taunt me, tease me, leave me confused
You are another cruel reminder of my living little nightmare.
Until Next time, My brown eyed "Friend"
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
1443
A chilly Peace infests the Grass
The Sun respectful lies—
Not any Trance of industry
These shadows scrutinize—
Whose Allies go no more astray
For service or for Glee—
But all mankind deliver here
From whatsoever sea—
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Congressmen, police and ministers
All can be particularly sinister
When they take it upon themselves
To think of us as shoemakers elves
Fairytale beings who then madly
Exist only to work for them gladly;
Drudges to work for them out of sight,
Creatures that give in without a fight.
A sense of privilege causes this.
As fate is always rather hit and miss
It’s not granted by common sense,
More like a caprice of something dense;
A dark deity that is impressed by wealth
Without regard to someone’s right or health.
And the scary people the malady infests
Seems unaware of the evil it ingests.
Limelight and spotlights are the energy
That often drives their ***** perfidy.
But just as often, these fools don’t care
Who knows of their arts, no need to share.
They while away at greed and perdition
And certainly need anybody’s permission.
They only live to gobble and acquire
And never need anyone call them ‘sire’.
The most frightful of these lustful ones
Are those who ply their will with guns.
They decide the good from enemies
And few seem good to these entities.
They only plot their murderous plans
Without regard to the rights of man.
If you get in their way, you are foe.
That is as far as their thinking goes.
For that is the point here, after all.
These creatures ignore propriety’s call.
And the same with society, it is true.
Those needs, for them, will not do.
They work sorcery behind the scenes
And create acts that are truly obscene.
It matters not what is wrong or right
They are ever-vigilant, day and night.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
staying the night
up high
in rainclouds
& I feel safe now
when I look down
the wide world
is so small.
we are all
tiny specimen
divinely dissected
subdivided into
lively sections
by wants by fires
by greed by needs
& secret desires;
one nation
under god’s feet
tired slaves perspire
unnecessarily
for possession
& obsess over
what they each acquire.
it is you, it is I,
and we are
frighteningly alike.
my attention’s quite untidy
all the time
my mind gets redirected
it walks like hell
& talks like heaven.
I am not well
I never have been.
but this hex is a blessing,
it’s too **** precious.
we are spilling
into the ocean
over the edges.
The Land is dead and
has been, days now.
I find it kinda pleasant &
I wonder if
they’ll ever
get around to
disinfecting the nest
of decaying flesh,
before it infests the rest,
y’know, the ones that got left.
rot is a pox
spread by proxy
& is not bonded
by neither
lock nor key; that’s like,
**** what you got
**** what you be
**** what you thought
what you think
what you see.’
**** you,
**** me,
**** everyone,
**** everything.
it’s lovely, it’s lovely.
I even think it’s kinda funny,
I laugh at nothing.
Oh, the irony
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
I experience solitude
Because I act rude
The effect is compounding
The effect is dumbfounding
I'm stuck in a trend
That will never end
My rudeness they return
So my bridges I burn
My life takes a turn
For connection I yearn
All I feel are the spurs
I live a life sheltered
To avoid being peltered
By the wailing welter
My walls block hate
Which is great
But I also miss love
That travels above
My feet are growing weary from the emptiness I stand
And I can count all of my friends on half of my hand
The half with no fingers
That's a real stinger
Not hearing the ringer
I become a feces flinger
Instead of a beautiful singer
The silence is deafening
My mentality it's threatening
With pain that's resounding
Of the drain I'm rounding
And the lingering loneliness
When I am my only guest
My mind is put to the test
By a solitude that infests
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
When you feel lonely,
When everything seem to
stop and you feel lost,
When family and
friends walk out on you,
and you feel you
are alone in the world,
When no one smiles at you.
When sickness overtakes the body,
When things seems out of reach,
and cares infests your life.
Don't ever worry,Beloved.
There will be times like that.
Just find the courage
and time to go within
the silence of your
inner self and listen.
Listen,Beloved listen.
Listen to the voice
of the spirit within.
Behold,
he is standing there waiting.
Take care then
and look deeply within.
There,behold,
there he stands within the
luminous light waiting.
Take care to find
and meet this friend within,
for a friend you are
and should be to yourself.
When you finally meet
this great friend within.
He will take you into his
fold where you will be restored,
rejuvenated and healed.
Behold be of good cheer,
all is not lost,
be of cheer
and be encouraged.
Let your soul take
a bath in its splendour
and you will be forever
happy and all will be well.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
If I could ask
one thing of you;
just one final plea.
Would you do it?
Would you do it
for me?
Would you laugh?
Tell me you'll burst
into giggles for no reason
and howl with laughter
until your ribs feel
as if they've been fractured
and you sound like
a pig from all
the snorts escaping
your cute little
button nose.
Would you smile?
Tell me you'll wear
a grin on your face
every single moment
of the day and
never ever
let it become
fake.
Would you cry?
Tell me you won't
be afraid to
let it all out
when you're having
a bad day
because we all have
bad days
but most of us keep
the bad inside
where it infests
and becomes
a really really
bad day.
Would you wander?
Tell me you'll skip
through a field
of flowers and
have picnics in the
grass and capture
fireflies and
put them in jars
so you can sleep
with a nightlight
and won't be
afraid of the dark
any longer.
Would you dance?
Tell me you'll sway
to the beat of a
good song and
you won't care if
anyone's watching you
or not because
you'll look beautiful
even if you've
never been taught.
Would you observe?
Tell me you'll notice
all the little things
like the taste
of watermelon on
a hot summer day
or the way
it feels to hold
someone's hand for
the first time
or what's it like
to go for a walk
at midnight
and feel at peace
with the world.
Would you love?
Tell me you'll find
the strength to fall
for someone again
no matter how many
times you've been
kicked to the ground
instead of caught.
Would you live?
Tell me you'll
realize the difference
between living
and existing
and that life is
too **** short
but if you do it right
then it's enough.
Would you be different?
Tell me you'll be
a leader instead
of a follower
and wear funky
boots with sparkles
and bright colours
and speak in
foreign accents
because no one
can stop you
and if they do
then tell me you'll
say ***** you."
Would you do it?
Would you do it for me?
Would you prove that
there's still hope for
humanity?
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
this thing we
choose
to call beautiful
he
takes his time and
stirs up still things
hidden inside
to
exhaust the mind
then
settles down and
infests, but
come o beloveds of
darkness and decay
for day
is near
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
My home has been invaded.
Not by the usual suspects.
Instead, by the ravenous locusts of judgement.
Of the "I told you so's" and not good enough's.
A territorial plague that infests the very structure of molecules.
Never has a room so full felt so empty.
They digest.
Devouring the fabric of electron bonds
To where the air itself is heavier than water
And my lungs choke,
Desperate for smoke.
The condescending eyes,
The pollution of a space I once called mine.
A space once pristine has now
Festooned itself in patternous greed
Where opinion is paragon before law
And the laws once laid
Leave a cavitated wake
As they lay helpless by the wayside
Waiting for a passer-by
To claim the unclean deed
And draw away what sickens me
The raw and busted hide
Plays brave but cracks to the festering wound
Of unbridled, wild pride.
So strong are those that sit on perceived thrones
That even in another's home
Basic courtesies are considered contrived.
And the sickness soaks
Deep in the bones
Of the worn and weary
We should all hope to press without due regard
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
I remember that day
by the orange glow
you sat next to me
head on my shoulder
I never felt so content
so connected
as I had that night with you
both infected
The ecstasy of that moment
we shared
blinded us to the truth
woven by our teenage feelings
I don't remember why
I refused to listen
or why even now I
go back to that moment
I don't understand why
your smile stills haunts me
your laugh infests my dreams
your touch locks me in place
your presence
penetrates my thoughts
abstracting
adolescent love
such petty insignificant things
that keep me wide awake in the dark
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
A solitary light sparks
and it begins to consume
until it thins out
becoming a blur
Squeezing tentatively
at the sides
the shackles begin their work
to mould and straighten
The urge to break free
infests consciousness
and is equalled with the fear
of drowning in liberty
The time constrains
and the shackles become heavy
until the light lessens
into the comfort of darkness.
Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
Two people, a similar heart
Close in mind yet far apart
Many times I had my doubt
But the feelings you planted never got out
Subtle longing over time
Madness infests this body of mine
A word was enough to shake it all
How deep this time, will I have to fall?
You do not want to be alone
Late at night when you come home
I ask you where this is leading to?
As you respond "I hope it's you"
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
Incessant beeping infests my mind,
Words and phrases all intertwined.
Cease that noise you alarming freak!
It has been ongoing for all but a week.
Like a drill to the skull
A sound never quite clear
I beg, what say you with your chime so queer?
Unable to transcribe what you whisper so dear
I guess I must give up attempting to hear…
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 4:54 PM UTC
the fear of knowing
can be disguised as
a mystery
unsolved,
untouched,
as doubt infests our immediate reactions
it is i do believe
inevitable-
wonder
consumes the mind,
a wonder of its own
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
Mind racing, thoughts pacing, craving all you can't have.
Nonstop motion within this skull, your restless soul pushing its bounds.
Need eats these ties that bind.
All that was natural, now foreign.
Your world has flipped, meanings lost.
Pain floods the senses promising to crush.
Waves of anger, waves of hate flood the shores.
Anguish infests every thought, as tears flow silently filling empty promises.
Elephants in the room close in squandering hopes, extinguishing dreams, and smothering happiness.
Lights dimming this feeling beginning.
Fears flourish in the night, sleep evades, nightmares enclose.
Silent screams fill the air, as panic quickens this aching heart.
Have they seen what lies behind these cold eyes?
Mind Racing, Thoughts Pacing.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 7:19 PM UTC
Hes never been less, than clever and fresh.
The final test is to out dress,
Kanye West, in a versace vest.
Not his sunday best, but always on a quest
to add zest to his chest, and possess
clothes that leave lookers in cardiac arrest.
Always unimpressed, making days stressed.
People think hes blessed, a sickness infests,
needed bed rest, but instead felt possessed
Thoughts of civil unrest, led him to his ammunition chest
I suggest you know where the tale is going to end, my friend.
Days later he violently expressed, which led a big mess.
Forced to confess, now hes in the coocoo's nest.
Distressed, now force to digest nasty chicken breast,
but thats what happens when you become obsessed.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC
My mind has withered
My heart is tethered
Thorns replace memories
Crows replace canaries
As I grew up
I began to fear my future and my past
Monsters that I cannot see
My dark thoughts are vast
Like vines they wrap around my mind
Confined and entwined
My heart has broken
There is no key to set me free
This Garden of Eden rests and infests
My distress
For now I will repress
There memories
Till these vines digest
Whatever is left of me
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
the keepsake of former years shattered
slowly seep thru each dense syllable
like glass ground underfoot
as memory's get shredded by change
i insulate myself from the unbearable
and sift thru the ashes
she presses her face to the glass
staring out with a worn eye
pushing her stone
she gasps for breath
the room she infests has a chipped and bruised floor
where her naked feet dance in the dust bunnys
leaving traces like tales of her days
footfalls of a sneaking doom
she cries in her sleep
and stutters a used and warm phrase
it highlights certain aspects of her wild form
as it bends along the lines of conversation
like a momentary prisoner of our daily premise
she escapes answering revealing things
but is trapped by showing her smile
breaking into the memory
you steal away your moments with her
in your arms dancing
steal away the hours without fear
and hope to find somthing that can
endure beyond the dream
live out side the vision
keep your warm in the cold light of day
its in her glass encased old room
that she waits pulling wires out of boxes
and humming a song that she cant remember the words to
but loves nevertheless
pressing her face to the glass
her worn eye searches for the path leading away
from here
from her
hoping to find her own escaping form
fleeing into the sunshine
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC
I use the pen to dig in to the paper
To exhume the words
For my
Darkest writes
They are decayed upon the white
Black corrodes the pure
Pungent
Faded
Not as they were before,
They stink of death upon the paper,
As black infests
The write is dark, it feels cold
The ink drips,
,
,
,
,
On white like,,,,,,,,,,,blood
These words only fitting
on my darkest writes
I exhumed the words for my latest terror
The corpses of words,
Shrivelled dry upon the paper.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Delicate as you were our love was cast away like wilson. I ate the fruit and basked in joy as ploys were set to feel some, kind of arbitrary. The way we rose to crash and fall was quite unnecessary. Your soul infests me barely.
It used to make me whole, Used to sooth my mind. Used to to pay no tolls, Used to have you here. Used to have no fear, I used to love you endlessly and now the end is here.
Never thought we'd die. My mind was always lost because your presence got me high, My shine was always tossed because id rather be in yours. I loved you like iv never loved anyone before.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC