"knockdown" poems
The vague temptation of your deliciousness
Is hanging over my head
And the sweet taste of your salty skin
Still makes me feel like I'm dead,
Killed by your mouth laid on my neck
Chilled by your hands sliding on my body
Thrilled by your fingers intertwined with mine
Quilled by your eyes, bright in obscurity.
I remember your barely visible smile,
And your shivering lips
I remember the tip of your breast
Getting harder every time I touched it,
With the fresh carress of night falling down.
I want to hear you panting again,
Watch your chest go up and down
As you were breathing heavily
Getting ready for the final knockdown.
I remember the burning light in your eyes
And your teeth softly biting your lips
As your hands hovered my naked body
Getting to know me, bits after bits.
I rcan still see your head slightly tilted back
And your open mouth, looking for fresh air
To cool down your own temperature,
And my hands tearing off what you had left to wear.
I can still feel your tense fingers
Vainly clinging the sheets of my bed,
Your hot, heavy breathing sliding on my skin,
The voices screaming inside my head.
Finally I remember your tongue slow dancing with mine
And the three words you said when I never asked you to,
Sweet, soft, quiet, light and almost inaudible
The magical, crazy "Baby, I want you."
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
Never let the ******** get us down
The world won’t stop, won’t be letdown
The ground won’t shatter, won’t be a breakdown
The power is out, complete shutdown
Fall to the ground, facedown
Sometimes all is not okay in the comedown
Sometimes all you have to do is slowdown
Don’t make this into a showdown
Turn it into a knockdown
Quarantined, put into lockdown
Don’t let them be a putdown
This world is a freetown.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 4:59 PM UTC
there is a price to
authenticity that
most people
are not prepared
to pay
the cost
(at least in part)
is:
indifference,
isolation,
rejection, failure,
anxiety, madness,
etc.
it's vicious
strangers and
deadly lovers--
all of them
with spinning
flowers for
eyes as they
dig in: the
elbow, the
heel, the
knife
becoming who
you are demands
that you sacrifice
every inch of
what you
thought you
were to the
eternal flames
it means you're
gonna be hard
on yourself--harder
than anybody else
has ever been
on you
it means you're
gonna think
about killing
yourself
sometimes--you
may even come
close--
and,
make no
mistake, it
will be the
death of you
someday,
but
it will be
the best death
you could've
offered yourself
you will look
back upon
your life with
a cutting
smile and
piercing eyes
knowing that
you stayed
fighting
through every
cheap shot,
backstab, and
bad call
every
knockdown,
defeat, and
sabotage
you kept
coming, no
matter what
life threw at
you:
poverty,
shame,
guilt,
loss,
exile
these things
mean nothing
in the face
of true
becoming
and what
is becoming
if not
annihilation
and that
which remains
after its
totality?
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
Long gone are those words...Long gone is the Time..
This is the story of My life by making few words rhyme.
Extremely anxious are my nights and every day is a fight,
Who used to make others day Shine..is now himself searching Light.
Trying to stand n fight again after that knockdown hit,
I am giving my everything to climb up this bottomless pit.
A bestie chopped me into pieces with his Knife,
Now its time to put pieces together n rise bcoz Its My Life..
Still my feelings are mixed,I love you and its you whom i hate,
I dont want to feel anything..locking down each n every gate.
Around that corners of the road, Touching glossy lips of your..
Sometimes i really miss those moments, knowing Sweets are now turned sour.
A gal who stopped me from boozing by giving swears of all,
****** n smoke are not meant for any princess, Dont let your tiara fall.
Mixed are my feelings, So Mixed are the lines of the above verse..
Finally i am trying to live...Its My Life Turning better from worse..
Everyone plays some part in your life, Some go and some stay,
some memories remain close to your heart, No Matter she is close or away.
i wish you to say again "Set you bed calling in 5 Mins" n then sleep together,
Look, I am almost through to my dreams, Happy But something is missing rather.
I am looking at those 3 stars, under which you used to hold me n hug,
You still have it or thrown away that Awesome-Kitty Mug.
Holding that sweetest pic of yours in my arms and hugging it really tight,
Its Enough for today, Its time to say "Good Night"and.....Yes Baby This is My Life...
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
Held in this prison cell but no one can tell
Overtaken by fright, security bars tighten
Taking blows from left and right
Incredible foes, i'm in their sight
Looking for an opening, need a place to go
Far out of my reach, hitting all time low.
Can't back down, must retain my crown
Spread out wings, unleash your swing
I step into ring to present you the king
But after years of being caged the king has aged
They've gotten old and a tragedy unfolds.
Slammed against the ropes
Entangled in hopelessness
Decisive encounter, your resolution falters
Difference in power, throw in the towel
At the gates of hell where the body fell
Inevitable knockdown, sentenced on a death row.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC
What she asks for is something that she denied herself
With her slurred words, she sealed the doors
With every insult she got ****** into the darkness
My mind is a labyrinth, one that she desperately tries to decipher
With every bruise she makes a wrong turn
With every drop of crimson wine she falls into the black
Who she wants to know is someone who she pushed away
She doesn't know him, doesn't know that her flames become extinguished in his ocean of resentment
My heart is locked away and sealed, the key, something that must be earned
A key she frantically searches for
She tries to knockdown the walls, to make the door crumble
But her fists just make them all the stronger
When will she understand who she searches for is dead?
The undead left behind is unknown to her and she'll never know him because she can't **** him like she did with her son,
He's just a shell, a piece of battle armor brought to life
My life is not hers to command,
The boy who she seeks to dictate died,
I'm all that's left
And I will be in control of my life
Finally, ending her tyranny
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC