"kits" poems
This is one interesting day
when my father gifts makeup kits and concealers
to my mother
To hide the slap marks gifted to her a day ago.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 10:21 PM UTC
Lyrics in her face
blaze, from screen to mouth
bony thumb, scrolling
mumbling into an ancient microphone
hanging from the rope swing
in her garage.
Voice shakes here, shivers there
but ****
she is soulful.
Authentic, exquisite
in holey socks and wet hair
and goosebumped arms
getting swallowed by a hoodie.
******* she has it all
and gives it nothing.
Some of us are simply stunning
no spray tans or updos
no sequined skirts or stiletto shoes
no autotune or makeup kits
no words-
only nothing
could improve her.
Nothing could improve her.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
My muse had a good idea,
Let's flood the world with Ikea!
Dysfunctional kits, there and here.
For guns and bombs here
No one would care.
They would be assembling Ikea,
Each kit, four missing bits,
Wrong pictures to give them the blip,
Globally occupied with dysfunctional Ikea,
Now isn't this a good idea?
Peace on Earth brought by Ikea.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
keep
me
asleep
the bones
play home
to a throne
where you sit
an endless pit
boys who lack wit
find themselves amidst
her critters and first aid kits
at the bottom of this
at the bottom of her world
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
**** culture”
...
Even the phrase slices my tongue and cuts like a double-edged sword of double standards.
...
The same double standards that say that a girl who wears makeup is a ***** but says that if she doesn’t then she’s ugly.
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The same double standards that say that if a girl wears a skirt then she’s desperate but if she wears jeans then she’s stiff.
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Double standards that keep even the strongest girls asking “Who am I supposed to be?”
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The double standard that require **** kits with pamphlets like pamphlets are gonna help us get better.
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**** culture requires underwear for women with a lock on it, password and all! Buy one get one free, not of the underwear, but the rapists!
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**** culture, the same one you see on the news and in the streets and schools and stores and malls and parks and sports and on the ******* sidewalks.
…
This next line is for the man in the beaten up red car who cat-called me when I was 15 while I was walking to my friends house last summer: No thanks, I don't want to “smile, little mama”
…
This line is to the sixth grade teacher in my old school district who was fired for sexually harassing and abusing his students: Who do you think you are to be putting your hands up shirts of 12 year old girls?
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This next line is for the man on the news who said “Well she was wearing a skirt, so she was practically asking for it” Excuse me, sir, but that glass ceiling was made of glass it was just asking to be smashed, right?
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The patriarchy shatters around their fragile masculinity and breaks into one thousand pieces before cutting the survivor’s wrists because no one ever believes them.
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This is the stigma that is delivered upon the doorstep of **** culture’s house by the UPS worker named “Societal Pressures”. The package that no one wants to receive. It knocks at your door but you try to keep it locked.
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“Knock knock?” “Who’s there?” **** joke” **** joke who?” **** joke who isn’t ******* funny”.
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**** culture is the societal pressure that is put on us to be beautiful, not for ourselves, but for the man who sees us every morning.
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**** culture is the demand to smile for the old man that we just passed on the street near the bakery but keeping our mouths shut when we have something to say.
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**** culture is standing in front of the mirror everyday before school making sure that I can't be targeted for anything that I'm wearing. Looking at every seem, every angle, every button and zipper.
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**** culture is how I (along with my friends) can't walk by a group of boys without pulling up our already uncomfortably high necklines and ducking our heads.
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**** culture runs in the veins of every girl, woman, and man that is subject to society.
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**** culture is the phrase I'm not supposed to say but I say anyway because I deserve to be heard.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
I have this little pencil pouch
that I stuff scraps of paper in,
"happy memories,"
and when I'm feeling down
I'll reach in, swish them around,
and pull out a few
to remind me of better times.
They're all kinds of memories:
big, significant moments,
funny or sweet quotes,
little nothings I don't even remember
until I read them later.
Today one was, "I threw away
my last two blades 6.12.14"
Now, this one was pretty **** major.
I used to have cutting kits,
blades hidden everywhere,
and one always
always
on my person,
just in case I needed it quick.
I remember my first cut
with scary clarity.
I was ten.
I'm twenty-six now.
Sixteen years I've been
haphazardly coping
in all the wrong ways.
More than half of my life
was consumed with the evolution
of my methods.
Maybe you can understand,
just a little bit,
how incredibly terrified
and yet empowered
I felt on 6.12.14
when I opened my palm
and watched those last two
faulty escapes fall into the trash.
Every day since has been a struggle,
but I haven't relapsed once.
I've thought about it,
dear lord have I thought about it,
but I've refrained,
forced to just rub the scars
running across my porcelain skin.
I feel like I've been battling
these hellish urges forever,
so when I opened that slip of paper
and read it, comprehended the date,
I wasn't proud at all.
6.12.14
I broke down, instant tears.
All this struggling I've been doing,
and it hasn't even been two months.
Not even two measly ******* months.
If this is what "staying clean"
from my ******** addiction
feels like in just the first
month and a half,
I'm not going to make it.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
The Product:
All that I see,
Are faces of fake people,
Scurrying around,
In search of something real.
“It is not yours it is mine!
I take that which is mine!
I keep what is mine!
I consume what is mine!
Get away from it is mine!
I don’t share what is mine!
I don’t give what is mine!
What is mine is mine!”
False eyelashes!
Make up kits!
L-shaped couches!
And television sets!
They’ve become the things they own.
The things they own, own them!
You are not your job!
You are not your salary!
You are not your wallet!
You don’t need this ****
****** into the tv,
The product becomes you.
You do whatever,
It tells you to do:
“This is what you want!
This is what you need!
You just got to have it!
You won’t be happy without it!”
You think it will sedate your hunger for happiness,
But you come out unsatisfied.
You try to impress people you don’t know,
Or even care about you;
Too caught up on the outside.
“Happiness must be taken,
And I will take mine!”
A false idea of happiness,
It is not happiness unless it is given!
All the products you see on the tv,
Are begging you to buy your own slavery!
You are the product!
**** your money,
**** your property,
I hope you choke on it!
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
I found five weasels in a wood,
Five grey kits so fierce they stood,
in challenge on the timbered trail,
my urgings all to no avail.
They held their ground as if to say
This darkling path on which I stray
Is weasel-wood, a tracking ground
Where silent death waits all around
And, transgressing here I truly fear
So ends my trekking here this year.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
I believe in a world where people understand **** and not just when it's forceable.
I believe in a world where children can play outside with out their parents watching every move, and not fear being kidnapped.
I believe in a world where women are no longer afraid to walk home alone at night, or to their cars by themselves, simply because they're women.
I believe in a world where young girls aren't taken advantage of at parties just so that it can be blamed on the fact that, "they were drunk"
I believe in a world with out ruffies.
I believe in a world where no one justifies **** as "Well she was asking for it"
I believe in a world where women can wear whatever they want and won't be attacked for it.
I believe in a world where women don't have to sell their bodies for money.
I believe in a world with out forced prostitution or human trafficking.
I believe in a world where women can trust men, and there bodies won't be broken.
I believe in a world where women and children are safe.
I believe in a world where little girls and boys can grow up with out being molested.
I believe in a world with harsher punishment for rapists and child molesters.
I believe in a world where harmful **** kits aren't necessary because a victim's statement is valid evidence.
I believe in a world with out gang rapes.
I believe in a world with out brutal **** videos and child ***********
I believe in a where women are allowed to be powerful and own their birthrights.
I believe in a world where women and homosexuals are no longer held down by ****** violence.
I believe in a world where women in the military aren't *****
I believe in a world with out South African **** camps for lesbians.
I believe in a world where men and women aren't ***** for being gay.
I believe in a world where women can negotiate ****** use, regardless of the country or situation.
I believe in a world where women can negotiate when and who they have *** with.
I believe in a world where women have choice.
I believe in a world where ****** assault is considered a hate crime.
I believe in a world with safe homes for victims of ****** violence.
I believe in a world where women can establish community and a voice for themselves.
I believe in a world where that voice will be heard.
I believe in a world where women and victims no longer live in shame.
I believe in a world where women are free and accepted as leaders.
I believe in a world with out ****** violence.
I believe that it can happen, and that we together can make a positive change for our community, wherever it may be.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
It seems like the tales in my heart
are mired in my soul
scars on my body
are basically just tales of
intense violent mysogony
what I realized
was that my femininity is not what I hate
its the longing to feel safe
to feel okay
in my womaness
to not equate my womanhood with violence.
I am healing
I am working on separating this
on healing the patterns of violence
that I was brought into this world with
from a violent man known as my father
and the men in my family
I feel the anger in my heart
that I have always carried and pointed towards myself
now all I listen to is metal music
and I feel so much comfort
in this music ,
that explains my emotions in words that I can't even describe,
What hurts more
is that I overlooked so many good men
because of the way that my violence,
has painted me into a corner
in my mind.
This is why I choose my healing
above all else.
When we are so mired in our pain
We can barely see that our HELL is HELL,
because part of us thinks that it will always be that way!
I called you crying my tears running down my face
waterfalls of pain,
runny mascara,
In the back of an ambulance
you my brother told me,
you were sorry
but to stop talking
because it hurt you ,
and you were too busy to come
help me!
Well guess what
there was NO ONE ever to help me !!!!!!
I instead had to sit there in the hospital all alone
With nothing to my name
but Police records
Empty faces
pitying looks
And **** kits
I was too bruised too move,
There are some things one can't forgive
and this is one of them.
What's worse is this man who abused me ,
was like all the others
who preach modesty!
Why not preach kindness ,
love
equality
seeing women as equal,
as worthy of everything that you have
just because you have a *****
doesn't make you better than me !!!!
One man who abused me called me
his femme fatale,
oh Hunny,I am worse than that if you mess with me!
I think for so long
I have been more afraid of myself ,
than anyone else
for the rage that is held inside of me
is enough to build buildings with !
So instead of telling you
TO GO FUCKKKKK Yourself ,
which I have already done
to one of the abusers that I had met before,
I will say I remember it all
and my body doesn't forgive!
As the jewish new year comes around
in a few weeks,
I can count on my fingers all the sins that
all these horrific monsters of men
did to me ,
because men like these,
they aren't real men
they are monsters who pertend to be men.
Aug 27, 2023
Aug 27, 2023 at 6:31 PM UTC
Your world belongs to me now.
I can take over every aspect of it, 24/7,
Stopping just shy, by a few micrometers, of what the law allows.
I'll accompany you now on all shopping trips
Offering my advice from, oh, forty feet or so away.
I'll utilize binoculars to make sure you're not doing anything unsafe.
Amazing how well those things work sometimes.
Especially at night, eh?
I might have to replace your dog with a smaller, less intimidating unit;
Of course; you're free to keep the replacement or do whatever you want with him.
Don't want to risk a serious bite on my intrusive forays after darkness..
Call forwarding; amazing cool thing that is!
No questions asked; just need a few minutes time on the telephone!
And pictures; I'll be taking loads of those.
You never know just when a particular photo might come in real handy.
I carry around bird-watching paraphernalia, so anytime I get stopped,
Everything looks copacetic, even the binos.
I also carry groundwater test kits, along with shovels, rakes; boring stuff like that.
You never know when you might need to test the water in an area.
The test kits are out of date by a decade or more, but who's checking?
Had to duct tape that old broken out back window.
I know, I know; it's unsightly and makes me highly visible,
But they'll never raise an eyebrow now, on seeing that fat roll of duct tape.
And you will always have peace of mind, since you can readily identify my car
And know for sure that I'm on the job, around the clock-
Working only for you, babe.
Oops; time's a-flying. Have to get downtown to the city before they close.
I've requested to take a peek at some publicly viewable records.
Amazing what you can find out there, that you never would have expected.
Isn't it?
Bye now; catch you later, ok?
Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 5:36 PM UTC
it’s saturday, my 24th birthday is in exactly one week. that’s so crazy. today i sang “somewhere over the rainbow” at a family funeral. it was one of the most peaceful funerals i’ve been to. i’m getting over a sickness right now and i’m starting to not feel as ****** even though it’s so weird.. my hearing is as if i have my ears plugged with my fingers and i’m talking aloud. all i can hear clearly is my voice, everything else is muffled. just a lot of sinus pressure, but i’m def over the worst of this particular virus. it was nice seeing and sitting next to my twin today. i took him home on my way home and saw where he’s living so that was also good. my favorite band weezer released a new teal album that’s composed of covers of many different classic, very recognizable, tracks. i love it of course. work is all right, but i can feel myself getting bored. perhaps it’s myself getting through this winter. this winter has been a little too long for my liking. even though the spring brings allergies, it brings SUN. and while i would prefer to be cold than hot... the sun brightens my heart and soul. and while i love all of earth’s creatures... i stand by 100% death to all mosquitoes. but who doesn’t love some allergy pills, h2o, and a lil mosquito repellant. oh! and chapstick. i’ll be house sitting in sugarhouse before my birthday, then finishing house sitting on my b day. then flying to ohio with mcd for his older brother’s wedding. then coming home on the 11th to chill before returning to work on tuesday. i think so, yeah...
my three beautiful kits are perfect as usual. tonight it’ll be a fun night with the bf and our friends playing vid games and sipping wine. before yet another work week. i still talk to my mom and dad every day, usually on my way to or from work. anyway. nap time.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
The White Race
&
The Black Base
In-fighting Nut-Case
Wearing kits & killing kins
Tracer bullets leave no trace!
Ak's & Ra's
Customized & hand made
Just Like Burger-king
Have it your way!
And this war is brought to you by
Your's Truly,
The infamous
NRA!
Cops shooting innocent by-standers on the block,
Innocent by-standers then copping Bump-stocks,
Dropping scores to make it count,
Odd murders 2 even out!
Sniper's posted atop rooftops,
Legislations to make him stop.
A "Mentally Challenged" Caucasian man who had gone AWOL?
Suddenly reappears like an Automatic *****
Posted @ the Hotel
Planning to **** wholesale
To get the maximum reward
Also to get closer to God,
Bodies 4 trophies
& Their Head's as his awards!
In the midst of all this
Another white supremacist
With absolutely no
Motor-skills
To run us over
& Cause massive kills
At Town Halls
Movie theaters and even at the Shopping mall
A Muslim nut-job
Planning ********
A darker American
A lighter Puerto Rican,
Or even a white broad,
Always someone@ur service
To start a brawl,
To ***** some skin
& Make it crawl,
To raise u up
Then Watch you fall.
Wild fires burning bodies bare
Of All colors,
From well done to medium rare,
White House to Gitmo
Water boarding & a bit more,
Laid back extreme sports!
**** 4 tats here,
Cliques & Gangs here
Bricks in the bag here
Clipped to the back rear,
**** yes No *** hair,
Shotguns no cab fare,
Tariffs on imports
Nuns & Nymphos
Hoes before bro's
Turning friend's into foes.
Deserted mill workers,
Over dosing on pill sherbets
Gettin' high 2 get by
Laugh hard then start to cry,
Suicides to feel Alive,
Straight up living
Just to curl up & die,
What a way to go
Get buried to touch the sKy!
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
warm porridge
mussed dream hair
there's a wayward cat underfoot
batting at a terrified clove of garlic
trying desperately to disappear in beige carpet
the humor is poignant and fleeting
tangible for seven seconds
a moment.
a dim basement
a humming fridge
an unmade futon
a minimum wage
a full tummy
a spoonful of honey
a moment.
words of passion
words of doubt
words of grief
of hope.
words for words
just for their sake.
a moment.
i live with a bee
a pixie, a fox,
two kits
and me.
we like to have tea.
a moment, it's okay.
today is a day.
we'll be alright
no matter which way
we'll be alright-
it's going to be okay.
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 11:02 AM UTC
At a stirring in the orchard, she sharply turns.
monument-still she watches, lopes on.
Her mottled grey more coyote-like than *****
The fiery orange long gone from her wasted frame,
Her once-bushed tail, now hairless, drooping.
An aged ***** in her last winter, moved to stalk
in daylight, up the orchard to the treeline,
Once the hill's best hunter; each year her kits
ferocious players near the now dry brook,
Does she dream, I wonder, of those springs?
Leave her now to time, deep-denned,
where the last sleep's call ends hunger,
hid from the season's creeping chill.
Better there to finish than a trapper's snare,
Better this quiet ending in the vixen's lair.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 9:41 PM UTC
I saw an old blue jay today
unashamed of his baldness.
His beautiful crown reduced
to wispy sprouts of gray,
every which way
like a patient after chemo.
*Beauty cannot exist
without suffering*
I saw our rabbit’s kits yesterday,
they looked like little piglets
nestled in her nest of fur and hay,
plump and tender bodies,
tempting feasts for
creatures of the night.
*Peace cannot exist
without fear*
I saw a hummingbird this morning
and heard her vibrating chirp.
Cautious yet eager she
bobbed and dipped for sustenance
a thousand miles from home
like a prisoner of war.
*Home cannot exist
without longing*
I see an orangey moon tonight
pierced across the breast by clouds,
in halves instead of whole.
A symbol of the way things are,
a broken world that
few take time to notice.
*Consciousness cannot exist
without ignorance*
I looked in your eyes just now
and saw love.
Sickness, disease, danger and fear,
loneliness, loss and uncertainty
is, was, and forever will be
washed away in their blue,
at least for me.
*Certainty cannot exist
without love*
Of this I am certain
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
IM SO OVER PEOPLE LIKE… REAL ***** **** CAUSE KITS ALWAYZ SOMETHING FOR REAL….. LOST MY BESTFRIEND OVER SOME SHIT…..SO BOOO OVER SOME SHIT…..NOW I JUST DON’T GIVE A **** ANYMORE…. REAL N TRULY PEOPLE CAN DO THEM CAUSE IM OUT… END OF THE STORY…..
IM DONE CRYING OVER PEOPLE N FEELING BAD FOR ANYBODY SHIDDDD IM DOIN ME FOR LIFE… MA ALWAYS SAID DON’T EVER CRY OVER NO ***** OR NO ***** SO
FAMILY ALWAYZ MATTER
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
My wife, Karen, looked out onto the patio, "why do they always come to us?", speaking of mama and her kits, newcomers they were, but apparently enjoying the food and shelter of this "safe house". Just some, of the many, that had blessed us over the years with their magic , showing up unannounced, cats, dogs, raccoons, possum, to name a few. Some stayed, some left.
You see, it is our firm belief, that God's closed fist, with index finger extended and pointing downward, looming over our rooftop, wherever we happened to be, is a "guiding star"for them, and only the animals are capable of seeing it, telling them to "go here, for your safety, shelter, and food".
God has many such fingers, in every city, town, state, province, and country on this earth. Why, I would bet that right now, he has a cat(s) asleep on his lap, as a way of saying, "thank you, Lord, for helping all of us."
copyright May 18-2014 richard riddle
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
fingertips
against my lips
hands on hips
on my back
marks from your steady hands
feel like whips
you hit me because you think i deserve it
blood on carpets and first aid kits
you touching my skin feels like touching a pan without oven mits
cold arms and legs
cold nose
cold wrists
frost bite kiss
listening to music at 4:01
thinkng of your texts
jealousy
fits of rage
do you ever just let go
no reason
to
live
shallow breaths
whats happening
am i dreaming
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
psychic infantile bopping
play silent drum kits in ear canals.
screeching like whales
in caverns of sea and stalagmites.
servantile shrapnel leaking into abyss:
feeding on skin and bones,
parasitically.
eating through biting cries,
viciously.
gumdrops streaking sidewalk
in musical rhythm stain glass windows
and blurry red eyed sun high in the sky
shines down crystalline tear drops
over your singularly secular shadow.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 3:45 AM UTC
It's as uncertain as death is certain.
Fish grapple at hooks and answers.
Pointy elbows scraped on bricks. Bruises.
Soap-making kits collecting dust.
Nobody wants them.
Nobody wants you.
A twelve-cent stamp doesn't get anyone
anywhere these days.
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 9:33 PM UTC