"instad" poems
I try my best to appear graceful
to look like my day to day existence
is perfectly orchestrated into
a symphony of flowers and lace
And then there are the days
I would rather saw my own legs off
than leave my bed
surrounded by chocolate and self pity
What causes each see-saw drop and lift
is unclear
but as I obsess over my internal and external self
the people I love with the power of Thor’s hammer
obsess undress and caress
their bleeding wounds
desperately suppressing all incoming growth
screaming for pleasure without making a sound
embracing chemically induced illusion
instead of embracing each other
instad of embracing themselves
instead of embracing their mother
and I, masochistic and bursting with back and forth
delay my inevitable catapult to the future
the worst thing I could do is leave
the worst thing I could do is stay
The best thing i can do is embrace myself
the only thing I can do is embrace them
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
You are more bautiful than a summers day,
More than the blooming of th flowers in May.
Your Eyes shine brighter than a stars light,
That melts my heart, but feels right.
Your hair as smooth as the silk of an Egyptian,
That flows down so long where it's hard to imagine.
Your Body like a temple, such beauty and so sacred,
And I just want to love, honor, touch, and praise it.
However never will I hurt, damage or disrespect,
But be the one who builds it, even when you give it less.
Your heart is like an ocean, so deep and full with love
Who give it to a wrong guy, instad of a perfect man, which is what you deserve.
Now I could go on and on, just about you,
but I will just finish by saying, that I'm here for you.
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC