"keens" poems
Love me, use me, Never let me go.
Quench this unbearable thirst, this fire in my soul.
...
Use me, hate me, ravage me, destroy me,
As long as in the end you promise to hold me in your arms and love me.
...
Grab my neck and pull my hair only keens and moans will be gotten from there.
...
Stroke me like a harp, pluck me like a live wire string.
Tighten me up, and snap me so I scream.
...
Fill me, tempt me, push me, pull me.
Throw me to the bed and make me sing
...
Hold me down and shatter me,
Pick me apart, and rebuild me made just for you.
...
You met me a cracked photo frame empty and useless,
Now fixed, filled full with only your image.
...
Please don't leave me I promise to obey!
Hold me apart so my pieces don't stray,
Here in you arms Sir forever I will stay.
...
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
A VISIT TO THE DENTIST
The Green Mile to
The Chair
The snap of hygienist’s latex gloves, then
Scraping, scritching, spitting blood
“Only one” gaping hole
no matter how much chocolate I eschewed
in favor of chewing Trident
(I’m *******
The Dentist
My personal Olivier, and I, his Dustin.
Needle. Lets it set in.
The drill, the smile of the sadist
squealing torture, my mouth on the rack
I CAN FEEL PAIN
but it comes out, “owiusmmorsoss”
(“ow, I want some more shots!”)
Another shot.
I press on: “LA. The 70s. I did more than this for fun.”
Reluctantly, another shot. And another.
As the drill grinds and keens
I pull out my secret weapon – how could I forget?
This is why God
invented the IPod
May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 7:45 PM UTC
Morning Sunlight keens like a mother
cries for her dying child & leaves
abandon their trees
while fall presumes winter
will glower like black
ice
hard from
preceding
months,
where the promise
of spring seems
unattainable.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
"Tears Relieved my Life" -
An Inspiration Wanderlust
Journey!...
"One drop of water blink off
from the eyes in the form of tear
it keens up the pain
To ask my Fear from where you came
And Till when you will go"!!...
that, for which I searched through the world, that was with me inside my Tears .. the reflection & shadow of my life become worse every time as a darkness of fear , Where my tear found a strong desire to crave my past memories in the seldom world to bring out the new world by wanderlust..
I made a desire to travel in the new line to walk up my life for one!!.. Where my thoughts of light travels through the darkest part of the wandering waves to give such a time that is old, and bright as a new .
a wanderlust is the best desire to live a modest life !...
it Foams And Wander the waves
into the sea of Runestone,
Here I sit with my dreams.
There the wind whistles, the shrine seagulls,
The waves traveling and foam .
I loved my tears that turn
into the snowing waves of love
And Feather flock till the end!....
-Chirayu..
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC
Oblivious is the man who claims decorum of extrapolated omnipotence.
The man who has ossified rationalism into an inexplorable ruse.
An attempt to transmogrify inchoate minds, characteristic of apparitions.
Providing illusion as the answer to an obsequious concrescence of naive followers.
Oblivious are the men who follow this decorum.
Their leader keens to their needs.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
The day when I confess all my love.
I hope you don't reply with a shrug.
I know I'm over *** and all the other drugs.
Every time I think of you my keens quake.
I'll take a nap, wishing you'ed text me before I wake.
Now dreams are near.
And all my other feeling I know longer fear.
The one that stands out from the rest, is by far the best.
Love.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC
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TO SMILE BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE DOES :) IS:
- An act of anarchy, especially if you don't have any teeth :D
- Because all beings are blessed Bees
- Certain sign of cretenism or genuine Charm
- Denominative sense of digestion is Disturbing
- Ethically wrong Endeavor
- Fascinating and freeking fabulous if you intend to F. . .
- Gorgeous as Geometry
- Hot on Hotties
- Imature and implies lack of Integrity
- Jibberish
- Keen rediscovering so many Keens or Kens
- Lovely on Lovely ones (once)
- Magnificent Mimicry
- Negating the jokers(or your own) inteligence / numb is Numb
- Onthological urge to survive among jungle beasts - fangs are
quintessential urban asset. .or. . Smile-The-Power-Wilder-Open
- Pertinent in Parliament
- Quiet resistance behind a cold minded rebellions league - quitting in few minutes kicking some mthf harassing ****** pervert - to hard Quiver
- Real lovely strenght to feel and see each other happy
- Stupid on jokes = Joke Stupid
- Tactics to climb up the social ledder or/end further down the Thongs
- U can't admit you didn't get it; u2
- Violation of virtues as (in vino) Veritas
- Wonderful! To see people happy is healthy, positive and Wise!
- X times better than being in low energy
- You love your beloved and you are loved by your beloved love
- Zooming at the ' zoo' of human behaviour -
Amusing as Zorro-Art-Is-MusssssssssseumZ
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Look up from grey, your stony walls,
Break with the sun, seasides beyond,
Even dreams can come true my heart,
Take one step into the song of the lark.
If I should stay, Cuillin Hills will weep,
End up bleating with black faced sheep,
Stoic on cairns, froze giant of Callanish,
Or gutted in harbour like some cuttlefish.
My mind is mournful, keens with winds,
O what choral fantasias we both'll sing,
Hymns north, west, south, easter terrain,
Thoughts' forsake, points the wind vane.
A fine stout dinghy awaits pure ravel,
My sorrows a mend upon that voyage,
Into the west, moon hid from maid sun,
Aye, ginger haired wrangler tae horizons.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
Ululations break the night –
Primal lows meandering over marsh:
The voices of creatures curious and lost,
Alien to these muddy shores.
Spectral under first-light obscurity,
The estuary’s fog swathes those beasts,
Slick hulks rippling the dark water
With trailing wakes of brackish grime.
Bank side, a lonely smudge stands sentinel,
Helpless to heed the low mourning song
Trembling across the fen.
These wearisome keens are muted in murk
And all sound is swallowed
By the rallying dawn.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 11:53 AM UTC
I treat beef like lions in, the Ramada inn, dying to sign into the luncheon,
go to work,
I punch in,
these beefcakez, is munchkins, my dough nuts, and bunch Keens.
We Brady Bunch,
and Punch like Kens -sheens.
we punching through functions
like a bunch of alienss at the Days Inns working equations off all kinds of ocassions, mostly Caucasian, facials so amazing, when their facebook, if they face them..I page in,and they page Kim, to let him, know that I'm waiting; the appointment meant, we dating, no promo, so stop your hating. take a selfy in the **** stop ur waiting. ctrl, alt, delete. there's no.escaping- staple the email to your upper lip, recycle trash every other weak in. *** Ginny, run, Freddy creeping. slow, creepy walk, Jason mask out the Lake Inn, my neighbors laughed, Chevy chasing there *** child's play with a ****** hockey mask, i'm up to task. dog had a limp,so I made him part of the cast! Bruce Lee kicked, thier ******* *** I'm talking full body cast.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
The bumblejunk doorhinge,
The greets labeled orange,
The smart-flats and bungalow'd keens.
I want you for waiting.
My trip-stick is failing.
We settle for high in-betweens.
I know not this purpose,
My heart fakes for circus.
My napsack is packed full of liens.
I fluster the roundings,
And muse over drownings. I
Limp on my confusiest things.
Sep 10, 2010
Sep 10, 2010 at 2:13 AM UTC
The memories badger me
zipping in and out of
clarity
like
moths.
They echo
with your laughter,
or whimper
in your teary murmur.
For a moment,
I can see
and hear
all
the kind,
eloquent,
empty
compliments and promises
we uttered to each other
at 12 AM
in the dim light of your room.
And I want it back.
My heart
moans
and keens
in grief,
my chest
burns
like acid,
and my stomach
twists
like a towel
being wrung out,
with the
potent ache
of your absence.
Her absence;
because that
giggling,
loyal,
loving girl
is gone now.
She drowned in
a storm
of her own misery.
She was shot
by her own
baseless conclusions,
and her own
hopeless assumptions.
Life handed her lemons,
and her
naïveté
and
cynicism
shoved them
down
her
throat,
forcing her to
s
w
a
l
l
o
w
before God made them
into lemonade.
And now,
I'm faced with
a colder,
more jaded version
of the girl I knew-
and so loved.
But the memories…
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
I shall not satisfy my hunger
As I curl into fetal position
on yet another deserted bed
darling
I can not touch you
I can not reach so far
You are safe now
So,
was I
But the child keens in the distance
for more than enough reasons
while you eat
out
I shall not satisfy my hunger.
11
Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC
A corpse inside and out,
the glass fogs thick,
concave, ready to crack.
My neck keens and twists, but still -
there you are.
I eat my screams to nothing,
teeth marks embedded in my desire.
Permanence beckons,
tells me I can sleep if I wish, but still -
there you are.
Past skin, past bone - there's
my heart.
Your ringleader and your acrobat.
Still it doesn't know.
Still I wish it did.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
Deep within my heart
there is pain and suffering
there is hate so deep it cuts me down
there are tears I never shed
words I never spoke
dreams that remained dreams
darkness that shadow the light
deep within my heart
there is a reminder of love
a love I never had
a love that was taken from me
deep within my heart
there is so much agony
I fall to my keens
so much torment
I choke on my voice
deep within my heart
there is a wound
which never healed
and probably never would.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
I think I have found my soulmate, but its still too early to tell
He's not all I have been looking for but he have words that will make you melt
He's cute in the night but gosh he's even better looking in the day
That face of his like a real man, it would make any bad day fade away
When he held my hand I felt my feet lifting of the ground
This is an experience that would made any little girl felt like a grow woman
His eyes, which he use to make me weak, I almost even fell on my keens
Call me crazy, call me insane but now I hear church bells ringing as dove flies over my head
I know nothing about him because me talk so little, but I felt as if I knew him all my life
Has days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months I hope I will be seeing this guy all year long.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
This is the hour meanness bears
Girls marble eyes fatigued by sun-filled play on Summer sunny days.
Black angel of mine, meander near my truth; corral words interchanged between the mortal whims we buried near the sand and stone murals the coastline and ravines overthrew.
Many orchids, chocolate brushing a with death'careless needles- adapted since.
Now I follow you, the boldness of your emerald crown, and the swueakiness amidst your new Keens and their patter on the crackly ground.
A cute exists to cease your pain
It takes the somber in your ails
Then slivers off pieces of your bones.
The downside is you **** all day
Your fury enrages you more.
The three-step antibiotic treatment
Made the sick in you sicker-
Treats meant to wander freely Now we've been in this trapped plainness in trapped family nowhere-land; until so miserable, melancholy, and disappointed
Anger turns to shouting.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
we die, and the stars watch. let them perish, venus whispers to mercury. see what they have done.
nebulas look at us and laugh at our "rebirth". they know that something as stained as this cannot - will not - come again. humanity was the galaxy's mistake and now it must be blotted out with fusion.
perhaps not all of them are vindictive. (far-off in the sky, andromeda mourns the loss of her story. virgo keens to cancer as they cry silent stardrops.) but for the most part, the universe celebrates our demise.
once upon a time, we worshiped the earth, but now we slumber on as the world crumbles. the planet will not wake us.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
1.
salt-caked fingers
peel each other
2.
slimy tongue
toils in vain
3.
soft lips
metal beneath teeth
4.
barbaric generator
clears its throat
5.
on these beaten blue windings
sun keens
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 12:41 PM UTC
outside the window
the wind keens and roars
all the frustrations
of the world settle
within that voice,
and as it beats it's formless hands
against the the side of the house
and rattles the eaves...
small whispers of ice
sneak inside, under doors
and sigh into our bones
leaving chills along our spines
and raising the skin in a morse
code message of loss and sorrow
soon it will pass us over
to seek those who lack
this simple protection
and then, will share it's misery
with a sad, sadistic joy
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
I.
Even the sweetest people
fall out of love
and even the best
don't always end up above
the tide of tears and
haunt of fears
on earth.
II.
Some people in your life are
meant to be there
but maybe they aren't meant as anything
other then a friend.
III.
Beginning to believe in
a platonic soulmate is a little harder
then it seems.
But god it's worth it,
no matter how my heart keens.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
Kindness falls on shards of steel
Panic keens the blade
But honesty in question
Betrays all promise made
For fortitude, ungarnished,
Is but a temple wrong
Where lies impel the message
And evil sings the song.
Averted eyes may wander
Consciences may sway,
Intentions good, meander,
To weave another day
But deep within there’s something
That keeps the ship afloat
Despite the mighty tempest
Imperiling the moat.
Belief, a comprehension,
Defined as solid stone
To fortify the weaknesses
Of sins, unatoned.
Convince us of salvation
As promised in the book
Yet leaves a blank confusion
Near everywhere we look.
What chance, my friend,
Beseech thee,
Remains for mortal man
With contradiction epic
Right throughout the moral span?
With greed and lust pervading
And sanctioned, thus OK,
By egocentric leaders
Who promulgate decay?
Wherefore do we seek to tread?
How long can it last?
Wherefore can we place our trust
In this false die, now caste?
Look around you, brothers,
Open up your gaze,
See through the mist of subterfuge
The slime within the haze.
I challenge, are you satisfied,
Do you see your future here?
Or do you, deep within the crystal ball,
Perceive the Devil’s leer?
M.
28 October 2019
Planet Earth.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC