"invasively" poems
the post-mortem will say:
sudden cardiac arrest
(medicine cannot quantify
death by a broken heart).
i thought it was sweet,
the arrhythmia you gave me
(at least the butterflies
dissolved harmlessly in acid).
you knew me, invasively,
a mortician's secret autopsy
(you counting my scars, ribs,
was it more habit than desire?)
curiosity is what killed me;
mine and yours, ill-matched
(i would have preferred cruelty
to your cool detachment).
the post-mortem has found:
i died of natural causes
(which makes you, my heart-
breaker, a force of nature)
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
It was a miserable affair from the very beginning
Just try and ignore the bullet that invasively laments with the soul.
Asked over and over to clear the throat and to speak words louder
Funny thing is the louder the screams, the less one is known.
Roses lay down a path of nettles,
What once was cherished, was handed to ghosts.
I could have been your graceless temptress,
You could have been my cardinals post.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
mary mary
excavate the soil
bury the roots
quite contrary
the ground feels violated
(as do i)
with silver bells
they penetrate invasively
with no regard or remorse
and cockle shells
the soil recoils
let's the being consume
and so my garden grows
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
She looked at me so invasively
Her soul peaked into my transparent windows of time
I took her gaze with vulnerability
As she asked to kiss me,
Little did she know I had worn her
name on my lips for quite some time
And with a kiss she undressed me
As my lips wrote my name on her body to match mine
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 6:21 AM UTC
Perfect purity doesn’t persist, even exist--
Not even in children.
Who have to learn to grow a soul,
Share their toys,
Not emotionally blackmail,
And understand death and that pain to others is real.
Still I feel as if my own childhood’s eyes
Wouldn’t recognize, wide and impressionable
As watercolor lilies,
The woman with eyes fogged
From overpopulation of troubles.
Green grass to jaded.
Self-doubt blooms like the flower
It would be ashamed to be.
Rushing up like a seed that feeds
In the darkness, in, perversely, the gut.
Unknown in youth, it towers,
Then plateaus, in ego.
Vines of avarice mustn’t be allowed
To grasp for the old selfishness.
Placidity can’t be tranquilly accepted
When it slips cozily into the bed to invasively smother
hard-wished-for dreams and hard-won values.
Go the hearty and fertile ground in the middle,
For there we all have our hope.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
My pen is always free
To find
When most sublime
My mind
Is still so bound
By rhyme
Each word and sound
Left undefined
By rhyme
I find
Abrasively
Will grind
In teeth
Distastefully
Bequeath
Each line
That chimes
Pervasively
In ears
And fears
Begrime
Invasively
My head
To dread
Implacably
This crime
Of rhyme
As if it were a wrinkle
In the fabric
Of all time
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
i don't like this website anymore
everything is deep and wonderful and precious
it reaches skinny white arms like little wires down slipping down
into my skin and tugs
invasively
I'm not crying
that's just the wind
whipping my hair about in this daylight charade
as I pretend
to dislike the feeling
suckerpunches to the stomach
oof
another to the heart
I love your poetry
but it's tearing me apart
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
I am undoing myself again
The string once held now yanked from its place
Uprooting more then it’s existence
Unraveling each thing
I thought saved me
The remnants
Not even balled up on the floor
But sprawled across each crevice
The light invasively seeping in with authority
Subtly forcing each fiber into compliancy
But not permanently
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 3:40 AM UTC