"karat" poems
Intimidating intimacy
I’ll wait for you to put a ring on my finger,
Not a ****** on your *****
Intimate intimidation
Assertiveness, not aggressiveness, is a quality fit for a
Prince. Your highness,
Dost thou want thy queen?
Seems even marriage has fallen under the blanket of
Fashion over Function.
Wedding rings mean more than wedding vows.
Gone are the days in which marriages fueled society, and
Function before Fashion.
Cheers to the weeping ages of an ill generation.
If only love lasted as long as 14 karat gold.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
pukul empat sore tadi
seorang pria tua penuh keriput diwajahnya
pergi melangkahkan kaki rentanya
keluar dari pondok jati tempat semalam ia terlelap
lengkap dengan pakaian rapih kebesarannya, sepatu boot dan tak lupa topi baret miliknya
diambilnya sepeda jengki bercat kusam
dengan sedikit bercak karat pada besi besinya
yang disandarkan oleh empunya pada pagar kayu depan pondok
digiringlah sang sepeda jengki menuju jalan sambil melangkah
menuju tempat tujuannya
selang beberapa saat, ia tunggangi sepeda jengki itu
ia kayuh sambil berpeluh pada dahi sampai ke tubuh
berbulir menetes tak ada ragu
lirih ia dendangkan lagu
yang telah ia hafal selama hidupnya
saat ia masih muda
yang dapat memacu semangatnya dulu
saat akan hendak pergi berperang bersama kawan-kawannya dulu
sesampainya ia di Jalan Kusumanegara
di depan taman berpagar tembok putih
di-remnya sepeda jengki kusam itu
tepat di tepi seorang wanita yang sudah terduduk rapi menggelar dagangannya
"Saya beli kembangmu, cukup lima ribu saja." itu katanya
sang wanita penjual lekas membungkuskan permintaannya dengan senyum dibibir
sembari memberikan bungkusan kembang kepada pria bersepeda jengki itu, ia lalu bertanya "Kalau boleh saya tahu, untuk siapa kembang ini Bapak beli?" ujarnya santun hormat
sang pria bersepeda jengki terdiam, ia lalu tertawa kecil
tawa khas seorang di usia senjanya
"Saya mau jenguk kawan seperjuangan saya, hari ini 20 Desember, tepatnya 68 tahun yang lalu, ia berpamitan ingin menuju dunia Qadim milikNya saat kami sedang berjuang untuk Negara" jawabnya
Pria bersepeda jengki itu lalu undur diri, dititipkannya sepeda tua miliknya
pada sang wanita penjual kembang, ia lalu berjalan kaki
memasuki gerbang tembok bercat putih
bertuliskan Taman Makam Pahlawan Kusumanegara
Daerah Istimewa Yogyakarta
dengan langkah mantap dan juga senyum mengembang di wajah keriputnya
" Assalamu'alaikum, Aku njaluk sepuro yo Di Mas, Kepriye kabarmu? Ayo gek tak ceritani kabar Indonesia saiki! "
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
katakanlah, aku celaka
tersandung ke dalam lumbung asmara.
celaka kah aku
mengendap-endap di bawah rumah mu?
katakanlah, aku terkutuk
seorang yang tak diundang
tak semestinya duduk di ruang tamu.
terkutuk kah aku
membubung asa di atas hampa?
sadarkah aku
sedang menanti sekarat
dan karamnya harap?
dan ku akui,
aku ini binatang keparat
--berharap dua cincin akan enyah jua dimakan karat.
sampai jumpa cinta masa muda,
aku akan menanti di ujung tua
menyesal, sembari menatap
harap dan nyata
mustahil bersua.
maafkan aku menunggu hingga renta,
tak lain karena dirimu di relungku, sintas.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
The heat intensifies with my lonesome tendencies, and
I fear palpitation from innocently brushing arms with a stranger.
But when I find myself in a stranger’s bed
(or a wineshop,
a car,
a park)
the thrill is missing.
I am a stereotype, a masochistic statistic. I am becoming the 20-something-sleeping-around-to-stave-off-boredom.
I am an archetype that’s been romanticized to death.
Save the romance, it’s greed and it’s hunger and it’s pure boredom.
These men become gold. Thread after thread
of secret affairs solidify into a piece of treasure,
Like 14 karat chain necklaces that get tangled
into an unfixable knot of links and claw clasps.
I carry it in my strut and that is exciting.
My walk is confidently direct at 3 in the morning.
In the summer, when the heat is outside and not in my bed, I am unsatisfied.
Yet when the promise of romance approaches, I allow myself to make poor decisions out of fear.
So I make a different poor decision to get me through the next hour.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
is Gold
Twenty-four karat. Gold
With curves and turns
You'll never know
Hips and ****
And legs that go for miles
Curves. From my head to my toes
Slim? Is that me? No!
I would never want to be
They tell you to be this or be that
They never say. BE YOU.
I choose to BE me.
Coke bottle
Hour glass
Womanly
Feminine
I am a woman
I will be never be.
Skeletal
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
"A" crowned my head with a crown like
twigs while "A" was seated on the Throne.
Notice how Baha'u'llah reverberates that it is a different
throne, yet in essence the same One.
Fire like a rainbow.
Notice how a Prophet would gulp when another Prophet is
"mentioned".
Notice how a Prophet does not need to "believe" in else
except God.
"C" is same.
If I am a Prophet without a voice from God, please
don't let me speak.
All the Prophets have transparent beauty like
"C".
Above the City of Immortality is the Valley of
the Manifestations. Where the Sun of Reality
is home and all the denizens are refreshed
and find God again from whence they have
left. Nothing but God lies above this Valley
and the Presence of the Beloved is aglow
....in every limb.
The Presence is enlivening and heavy
in vitality.
"I hate you, I love, I hate that I love you",
echoes to hearts not attune to the Transcendent One.
The Presence has a unique energy that allows
Them to change the universe of lower natures.
All stresses dissipate away.
Those Eyes that see all of me.
Energy as if from another world,
as if always awakening from bed.
It is sitting in the Manifestation's Tent.
It is feeling Their skin become mine own skin.
Light so warm that it is cool.
Names have no place here,
only Spirit - the Transcendent.
I forget myself and
instead caught up in "A".
The fullness of the Manifestations will soon, soon
manifest in all of us.
24 karat Golden DNA.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
As long as the sun rises time will continue to pass by
Greeting those who just arrived
Kissing good by those headed for a better life
You go to bed crawling
and wake up as wrinkly as a raisin
A blink of an eye and ten years have gone by
Every year, month, day, minute, second
its non replicable
Non existing twice
There will never be a yesterday like today
Nor a today like yesterday
Rocking back and forth
in front of a warm fire place
Looking at the non-stopping clock
A lifetime printed in 90 karat golden sheets
Capturing every stage of life
Preserving memories until the end of time
A person to be known thousands of years after their death
Time machine
Allowing people to re-live their greatest experiences
All earth's gold brought together
Transformed into a thin glossy sheet of paper
An image, a picture
A treasure...
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
Her upside-down rainbow that I mentioned sometime earlier...
Still to this day guides me to my *** of gold
A 24 karat gleaming heart
Illuminating the gap between my lungs
Flaring right through my chest
Her upside-down rainbow is so variegated
It forms without rain, but my eyes become misty every time her upside-down rainbow become straightened
I need her upside-down rainbow to arch and become prismatic
In order for my *** of gold to have radiance
Right now my gold is dull
Miners wouldn't have interest
My heart is monochromatic
Because her smile is absent
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
She is the kiss I never knew
Like the breath I never drew
Like the thought I never did
Like the heart I always hid
She’s the taste upon my tongue
Like flavoured lips dripping numb
She’s the fragrance I’d never breathe
She’s the warm welcome I’d never leave
Shes my dreams of little sleep
Of tears we keep and never weep
Of things we’re told and never hold
She’s the karat in the gold
A secret I cannot help but tell
She’s a piece of heaven sold in hell
She’s the whisper among the noise
A bleeding petal pricked by thorns
She’s the truth I’d never believe
like her love I’d never receive
She is the past in my present
She is and now she isn’t
Jan 18, 2022
Jan 18, 2022 at 2:31 AM UTC
We're all hypocrites
preaching word of God.
It's not what you do
Monday to Friday, 9 - 5,
that interests me,
it's how you choose to spend
your Saturday nights
alone.
And more times than not,
you'll find the preachers
spanked up in a brothel
or in the neighbours bed
when the one who placed
that ring upon their finger
thought they were walking the dog.
Wear an 18 karat gold cross,
hang all the Live. Laugh. Love pictures
around the family home
and go to church on Sunday's,
but everyone knows
they sit on that prostitutes hand print
she left on his xss.
They sit lopsided too.
That handkerchief doesn't fool anyone.
They only carry it for the paranoia
that residue crack they snorted
off her chest still lingers
around their perfectly trimmed nostrils.
We're all hypocrites
preaching word of our own religions
and changing the bedsheets
every fxckxng morning.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
~
I found myself more alive
When I drank the rainbows from the wishing well
As I wrap dark tales around the moonlight
The wolf inside me howls
Redemption is tied to a metallic dream
I begin to bloom from the ink of a black rose
Gold diamonds leaking from my pores
Pulsing from poisonous riches
I swallowed eleven silver wishes
Laced with nightmares
Half of me laid out like a board game
Chess pieces sticking out of me like fancy tombstones
My heart, queen, beats a checkered lullaby
The darkness grabs for me
With hands made out of dusty shadows
But I slipped thru them like a ghost
I armored myself with broken mirrors
I slip thru a chromatic hole filled with indigo ink
Which licks at my canvas skin
I fall
Endlessly
In a portal made out of my tears
The darkness of my past tumbles after me
But I found a rip in my tears
I walk into it and step out of my dreams
I'm calloused in crystals
As my metal back splits
Two iron, crimson wings unravel from my broken skin
The gold diamonds shoots back into my pores
Traveling to my eyes core
My golden blood is replaced with tears
My skin now cries
My eyes, pure gold
My vision, karat
Worlds dance beneath my veins
My tongue has stretched and thinned
Vibrating with hisses of colors
I speak untold languages
Which wilts and blooms
I flex my iron wings
Symbols threading themselves thru my skin
I smile
Fangs made of poetry
Transformation complete
* Synthesis Hybrid*
I found myself more alive
When I drank the rainbows from the wishing well...
~
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
I'm your dark reflection
Hear the people singing
Fighters, lovers
Lonely women on they'r own in the cool spring time air
Look me in the eye
In this mirror will you see me
Deteriorating?
Come miss, let's go outside and go for a walk
Golden sunshine, starry night time
Afternoon rush hour, it is crunch time
I am doubtful next to my boyfriend
Walk me to The Grand Canyon
Where my secrets can fill it's spaces
Salads with dressings of kings
Licorice candy, water of plenty
Sleep in my bed he said to the sightseer
Calling her attention to his desires
I'm leaving now
You are to forceful
My body is temple
It's not yours it is mine
Give me your goose
Your golden egg laying goose
I'm down on my luck
And need a karat or two
Walking the highway
All by myself
I am in transit
There are no pit stops
Look in the mirror
Lady of fortune
I am what you see
But not what you are
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
I squint so hard I can’t believe my eyes are not diamonds yet,
and there you are.
There you are, walking.
Away from me. With your dress on a date with the wind. I think you have a rock stuck in your left shoe.
Your hair is a 14 karat waterfall and I don’t need to imagine the skin you have pierced with your eyes, I still have a stud in my heart somewhere. It’s a nice memento but inconvenient at airports.
Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 1:58 AM UTC
Gadis kecil di buskota
cekung matanya yang usang
bikin jiwaku merasa berdosa
saat dia menodongku
dengan sebuah kaleng tanpa koin
dengan karat di bibirnya.
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 6:41 AM UTC
Stories about people aren’t really about people
this tale is a separate reality
full of opinions and perception based senses
I saw Michele’s addiction as a sketchy weather forecast
the most famous weathermen lie the most, ya know
She watched the sobriety of her life zoom by a whirlpool of backstreets
flew by them in Chance’s silver Chevy malibu going 80 mph
through our quiet suburban town
she waved at every lightning strike the moment before electrocution
you see, she was in love with blinding pain
out of control burning rubber scented pain
and I, tried so hard to be her fire extinguisher, her seatbelt
I wanted her smile to radiate every karat lodged in her throat
because her words are precious diamonds
Her mind is a museum built upon three floors
the first floor is tragedy
concrete blankets and concrete misconceptions
of what feeling safe is like
shadows with shark like teeth
she can never escape their threat of gnawing
it even reaches her on the roof
the second floor is forest green
in-between escape and peaceful freedom
she was born an observer, a lover of hidden oddities
an explorer of broken wide eyed hope
she could smile at a mosquito and every spider
would willingly starve to death
the third flow is a fireplace in the middle of a bonfire
a wishing well anchored in the atlantic ocean
everything she deserves, harmonious orchestras
of sobriety salvation are stationed in a country
dependent on chemicals
she will never get the shooting star she deserves
because she’s been soaring through our galaxy for lightyears
a blazing comet amongst dull asteroids
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
I do not need
a fancy proper date
nor for you to wear suit&tie;
order the most expensive entrées;
Duck with Cherries In Chianti
names of the dishes that are outstanding
Servant to serve classy white wine
to cheers to our anniversary
I do not need
a sparkling silver-white gown
made by luxurious fabric
embroidered with stunning floral patterns
countless layers of tulle
to have a dance with you
and your classy tuxedo
that'll make a spotlight
shine on us while we dance
gracefully upon the dance floor
I do not need
A diamond ring
platinum band
filled with distinctive characteristic
our love story in our engagement ring
finish it with a 20 karat diamond
that represents infinity of our relationship
All I ask is you to stay
by my side
when I need you
when I call out for your name
and you'd be there for me
comfort me
protect me
cheer for me
Is it a selfish request ?
because all i ask was simple
but you couldn't do that for me
instead
you decided to leave.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 3:44 AM UTC
Sparrows tumbled from my throat,
which is to say that my Grandfather is on the phone
and my Spanish is not what it used to be.
I spin silky yarns across the sea
of an American Dream he’s only seen in telenovelas.
He wants to know what mom left home for
so I fill sidewalk cracks with 24 karat gold
and turn graffiti into stained glass marvels.
He drinks in my descriptions like communion wine,
savors each syllable like it’s the crimson Blood of Christ
and I pray that he believes me.
God, I pray that he believes.
The heat hasn’t worked for weeks
but I paint him a fireplace,
a winding spiral staircase,
a home mud could never dream of.
I don’t mention the growing mold
or how when it rains, it leaks,
or the landlord tired of bounced checks
or how mom cries when she thinks i’m asleep
but through the sprawling, tangled wires
i’ll give abuelo the world, and tonight,
he’ll sleep better than ever before.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
Served on a plate of fine bone china
Rimmed in eighteen Karat gold
Sitting on top
A Delmonico steak
Potatoes shaped as flowers
Wine to enhance her taste buds
Then came dessert
Pralines and creme
To sooth the pain
Of a whipping tongue
The Cinderella moment
Incinerated in the game
Of bait and switch PUBLISHED BY THEPOETCOMMUNITY.COM
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
The seas flaming in waves spree
Rolling out rainbows in picturesque
On the seas billows in emerald
As beauty cascading on golden Mountains in waterfall of Glory
In a 7-karat gold ethereal splendour!
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
There’s an old saying
From some song
About a heart of gold
And a man who mined for it,
But I’ve always wondered
Whose chest he carved up
To get that golden heart,
Whose veins he tapped like maple trees
For the molten yellow blood,
Whose scabs he picked
For the coagulated ore.
I think I’d rather have the mine
Than the man who wrote that song.
Even dug out and hollowed it was still
The home of a 24 karat heart, a hard metal heart,
Precious for its softness.
Yes, even emptied I would want the mine
And the miner be ******
May 19, 2011
May 19, 2011 at 7:55 PM UTC
my hand still reaches for the spot on my chest where the necklace you bought me once rested
because muscle memory has not forgotten
how much you meant to me
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
I swear she's an angel with scapulae for wings
She sleeps with her back to me
so I can feel their beating in my chest
How I want to be the sin for which an angel fell
Her golden mane falls drunkenly on her shoulders
One day I found a 14 karat thread
clinging to the shower wall
And I tore out one of my own just to be there with yours
If I could, I would
grow your hair from my pores
Just to feel that much
closer once more
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
last night I posted a twelve bar salute to my homies in The Black Mountain Crew,
you know, creeley, olson, the rest
jack kerouac and that road trip
all over a dope *** beat
for real tho
shout out to nateive son
idk why but as I was writing this
I was reminded of him
**** game tight
with my yacht-master 2
18-karat on a jesus piece
i roll with my rolie
i ***** with my homie
Allen Ginsberg on Instagram
If you can believe it
but god dam Harry Styles has like 20 million more followers
so **** that
idk tho
Al told me we was gonna get a face tat
i bet he'll be swimming in clout
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC
sometimes i wrap your
jacket around
my pillow and bury my
face in it before i fall asleep
it smells like summer
in a hot kitchen after
long work shifts
sweaty and spicy
smells like the first night i
put my head on your chest
your arm went around my shoulder
and i could feel my heart
thudding out of my ribs
when you kissed me without warning
i panicked
and the next time you
asked before you
brushed your lips against
my cheek and then i felt
the stars flicker in my bones
i remember the day i
threw flour at you
for no reason
and you didn’t get
mad or anything just
kind of stared at me
the day i stuck a rose
in my teeth
declared myself a princess
and we went to the mall
the day i stole some alstra
from my mother’s yellow pitcher
put them in a tin can
and gave them to you
gerbera daisies
your hand in mine
it’s been a year
and i find myself
falling in love all
over again every week
with your smile
with the dimple
in your right cheek
your laugh
your hands
how good you
are to me
even when i don’t
deserve it
and how i never
know exactly
what you’re thinking up in
that blonde head of yours
of course you’re not
perfect but you’re
the closest **** thing
i’ve ever found to it
and i miss
last summer sometimes
the brand new flutter
in my stomach and
the crashing and
tripping over the side of the
big commercial sink and
into feelings
but i wouldn’t turn
back time for anything
and i hope i
never have to sleep
without you by my side
again after this month
i never wanted an
expensive champagne
twenty four karat
designer tag kind of love
and that’s never what
you wanted to give me
all i wanted
was you
and that’s what
you’ve given me
when i say
“i love you”
you say
“i know you do”
how good it is
to have someone
the safety of home
and adventure of living
to blow a kiss
and know you’ll catch it
to grab your hand
and know you’ll hold it
to love
and to be loved
you’re my
soft place to land
and i’ll be
your right hand
you’re the only
decision i ever made
the only chance
i was willing to take
and heaven forbid something
goes wrong but you’re the only
possible mistake that
i would be happy to make
it takes time
for love to spread
its roots and begin to grow
upwards and bloom
but i’m willing to
wait as long as it’s for you
and it hasn’t been
easy lately
i’ve put a lot
of tears into your
favorite hoodie
been hanging
into you for
dear life
but i have to believe
this won’t last forever
that you and me
are strong enough
i have to
believe in us
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
Freshmen year
He made his way into the school
It was my birthday
He walked to my class
The room had gone silent
I glanced up
There he is arms open
I leap straight into them
I could feel his glock
It sat against the small of his back
I smiled breathing in
His scent is a weird one,
Stale blood,
Gunpowder,
Cologne,
And antiseptic
It smells like home
‘Happy Birthday Inferi’
My smile widens
I begin to tell everything about the new school
He just smiles quietly
The whole class is whispering now
I can hear them
The teacher makes a noise
I look at her
He’s glaring at her though
I snickered behind my hand
She looks afraid
She should be
He would **** her if he didn’t know I was hiding
He gives me my gift, leaving he smiles
I am bombarded with questions
‘Who was he?’ ‘How do you know him?’
I explain he’s a very close friend
My best friend
Who happens to buy me 24 karat gold necklaces
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC