"iud" poems
i let myself
slip away
get lost
in other people's
words
thoughts
i fell out
of my purse
or forgot myself
in the pocket
of my winter coat
a suspicious
feeling
something
(not sure what)
was missing
it's easy
to get trapped
in a screen
a mental box of
scrolling
mindlessly
drifting
away my weekends
so easy
to forget
meaning
is so often
simply found
in creating
it's been
hard lately
i've been coming
to terms with
my mental state
for ten years
and i'm still not
satisfied
in knowing i can't
change this
can't fix myself
and that maybe
the drugs don't
even work
*it's not
working*
this is not
working
"no drugs
no therapy
just raw-dogging
reality"
it's funny
until it's not
it's funny
until the darkness
starts creeping
its way behind
my ears and
muffling reality
it's funny
until i get drunk
funny til i
relapse
(i hate saying relapse
as if slicing open
my own skin to
calm down is
some kind of
addiction i can't break
because it's not
i don't have to do this)
it's funny until
it's not funny anymore
it's funny until i get
dragged under into
apathy by my
mental to-do list
message my doctor
about the meds
i stopped taking
two weeks ago
and call the other doctor
to get seen about that chronic
blood condition that almost
killed me that one time
call about the
iud
call about the
tattoo
call about the
driving lessons
call about the
rest of my life
i'm spiraling again
different time
different place
same looping
descent into
my own madness
Sep 5, 2022
Sep 5, 2022 at 8:12 PM UTC
It’s ******* Veterans Day
He said as my teeth turned into shrapnel on the street
He had the right to remain violent
I had the right to remain silent
Men have died for your right to speak
How dare you question the military?
Dissent squashed with brute force
Drone strikes on a straight course
Bang Bang! Like the pixels on a Playstation
His hands return ****** to the deployment station
PTSD on the brain
IUD as cremation
It’s ******* Veterans Day
Pay your respects
I’ll collect your debts
And turn them into fighter jets
You say you support the troops
Or do you really support Fox News
Or MSNBC
What ever you choose
It’s information that you lose
There’s no glory in ******
No matter what flag you use
Who’s this foreign invader your protecting us from?
The way I see it, is you’re the invader, son
Let’s hold a concert
Where the **** is Bruce Springsteen?
Let’s have a parade
Do people on the streets remind you of anything?
Oh yeah, that thing called protest.
How we talk about the things we detest.
Unless it’s about the troops.
Tie yellow ribbons instead.
Aren’t you glad Osama’s dead?
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
There are, for sure, a few certain things I miss
We could destroy each other's sense of self
And then be twisting in a broken bed
How did it feel? Do you sometimes remember, too?
Reverse genitals, you ****** me, deliverance
My first *********** you went deep
And I could feel you had an IUD
How did it feel?
Let me try to find the right words to describe
This hole of dissonance
You helped build this empire
Now it is burning, lost to ash
Unending hatred begins with vehemence
And pauses when I'm on my back
I can still feel your mouth on me
And your fingers in my ***
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC
Soap Box "B"
A Poem by Corset
Be
an
American.
Be brave or stupid
Be hetrosexual, or not
Be Married.
Be a woman, Be a Man
Be what you want.
Be any beautiful shade you are
Be of sound temperament
Be loved by the same faces
that loved you yesterday
Be together.
Be brave, Be young and
Be passionate about politics
Be your country
Be democracy
Be on T.V.
Be a selfie
Be destructive
Be rebellious
Be arrested.
Be on the pill or iud
Be responsible or
Be pregnant
Be proud of your choices.
Be Haiti reconstructed
Be the billions with
nothing to show for it.
Be the tin house you live in.
Be the private bank
Be the education it builds
Be the proof of education.
Be corrupt, Be rich
Be a woman bent for president
Be his wife
Be hacked
Be downloaded
Be incredulous
Be hopeful
Be ridiculous
Be Crass
Be honest
Be charismatic
Be belligerent sober
Be incumbent.
Be remembered
Be relieved
Be backed up with Pence
Be pleasantly suprised
Be concilitory
Be loyal
Be humbled by enormity
Be a drama queen
Be insulted
Be a star
Be a model
Be a first lady
Be the love that tr(i)ump(hs)
over hate
Be a good loser
Be all the American
you can be...
be politically correct
Be legalized
Be ******
Be familiar with the first admendment
Be a reporter
Be citizen Kane
Be an American
Be diverse
Be accepting
Be welcome
Be of any ethniticity,
race, creed, religion or
of ****** orient
But first you have to be
a citizen,
so,
Be
One.
Indivisable.
© 2016 Corset
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
As I lay on my bed I feared the blankets would suffocate me. I swallowed hard and the saliva almost choked me. My nostrils burnt as I laboured to breath, the chest like an IUD about to explored in heavey breath. I gasp, opened my mouth, as dry a bones of chelbi. My hands fell beside me, my eyes pooped out of their socket, blood shot.
Dread fell on me like the morning dew, hard unexpected and thoroughly cold. My ears heard dins, silent sounds of death.
I knew it was back, having taken its last harvest, it roamed around as it looked through its list. A cold sweat broke out a silent grunt heard, a scuffle in a meadow, and a body drop as the grim, collect its latest prize.
Morning was greeted with mourning as a son of the soil, hit down and ate the dust.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
i am not a poet
my period is
my hormones make me feel prophetic
and tortured
lets paint the hallways with menstrual blood
except i am bloodless
‘cause of my iud
Feb 21, 2024
Feb 21, 2024 at 11:57 PM UTC