"peirced" poems
Young women know all about style -
how to fix the decimal point
between them and their mothers
differentiate themselves
from Special K over 40s wanna bees
mini skirted and high heeled
trying to catch their husband’s eye
Yummy mummies in their 30’s
are separated from the new stock
by firm elastic flattened midriffs
no bulge or wobble
unlined skin taut sometimes
navel peirced or *******
their legs wear the 4” heels again
on winklepicker pointed toes
for a mid century crop
of bunioned feet.
No scraggy necks or waddle
no tea tray arses only
plump peaches
in the bend over show
of skimpy, lacy thongs
of ****** floss
So, **** femme fatale is cool
body object the thing to be
flouncing and preening
flirting and *******
random hook-ups on the run
in the alleys of time on the net
in the warp of space
Killer ! Whatever !
Wicked ! Yeah feral !
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
He gave me a rose,
With his smile, sweet and grand.
But though he meant well,
A small thorn peirced my hand.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
When I first saw her, I
was like my heart gave
into such mercy.
My words couldnt express
how I felt once I set my eyes
on beauty.
Couldn't feel love because
we hardly knew one another...
but those beautiful eyes peirced
the moon with your baby blues,
and her voice ripples in my head
with the most exquisite lullaby.
Our eyes met and it was like
magic in the making.
We stared, the eyes did
mostly the talking and couldn't
help it but to be in a daze...
Our eyes met but I don't
think our bodies will become
one...
My mind trembles cause the
fact our eyes met only to find
her heart belonging to someone
else...
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 3:42 AM UTC
Stop being such a cacti.
I’m only trying to move you into sunlight,
to let you learn, grow.
You were such a cacti
because you peirced me with your blunt needle.
yet I still bled,
because it still peirced me through, and skimmed my bloodflow.
I didn’t cry
because I realised that is just simply you.
You were such a cacti
when I tried to water you, my dear.
I only wanted to keep you alive
keep you radiating.
Keep you, as you.
This time,
your dagger imapled me.
From my finger and gushed into my left chest.
I now understand you
because you won’t hesitate to grow without my nurture,
and won’t hesitate to peirce with my love.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
Oh thou art an odd little man
Who peirced his **** in a fetish fad
A date from hell it had to be when he started acting very weird!!
Lick my shoes! Go f@@k off. You've no idea what they cost!
You want my tights ! Hang on a mo
I don't like where this is going!
Now the narcissistic little ***** has only gone and unwrapped his ****
Time to pack my bags and leave this one's
not the one for me
Tie me up and call me names! I'll call the police they do the same !!
Don't do that I beg of you
I'm scared of them you have no clue
I can't face the boys in blue
They will ridicule me far too much
Then the truth came squirting out
A ***** FIREMAN
NOW GET OUT!!!!
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
A crescent moon,
No,
A glowing spoon
Dipping into the wells of my mind.
Inspired ink swells;
Eternal Aphrodisiac.
Take a bite off the apple,
For the arrow peirced the skull.
Force fed trees,
Dead,
Dying in a hole.
The fire burns this morning,
Brighter than last night.
External complacency,
Is it worth the fight?
Yes,
Because as Carpe Diem,
My creed of me,
Means I can't stop,
Until the bow string snaps again,
And my heart bleeds.
Carpe Diem
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
the cold had caused much restlessness
within our people's heart
the vengeful hand guiding their hate
would tear our lives apart.
the sun was setting on our reign
and night was closing in
worried visions peirced our sleep
and burrowed deep within.
the verdent hues of spring were near
but just beyond our reach
for on the ides they took us too
a land of snowy beasts
so there we stayed until the sun
rose dizzyingly high
and when the ****** snows did melt,
they brought us back to die
Imprisoned in a gilded cage
with summer drawing near
the revolutionists appraoched
injecting us with fear
we had our frozen dew drops royal
stitched around our waists
a final effort to release
our family from this fate
then when the moon was high at night
when evil things do crawl
they took us down below the house
lined up against a wall
their bullets pierced our fathers heart
murdered our brother too
and diamond corsets failed to stop
royal blood from running blue
it poured out over all the ground
the watchmaker had won
the royal lineage was dead
our priviledged lives undone
the vessels we had once possessed
endured the desecration
of acid baths and deep mine shafts
and burning mutilation
and so about two weeks inside
the seventh month, july
the last of russia's royalty
would bid their lives goodbye.
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 5:19 AM UTC
I Saw Perfect
*Today I looked in
And I saw a perfect face
A smile that lit up the room
When others looked your way
There was this calm about you
As you looked around the room
Knowing just what you want
And who is right for you
You looked my way and smiled
And I wondered who you saw
Not realizing it was me
That you searched for all along
I felt this calming peace within
As your eyes peirced my soul
I saw the inner beauty
That I knew was there to hold
That perfect person in the room
Was there for all to see
For that perfect face that I saw
Was in a mirror in front of me*
Carl Joseph Roberts
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
Don't tell me there are plenty of fish in the sea
When the silvery, slimy things hang from coral reefs
And are stuck in frayed netting
Not yet frayed to the point of breaking
When they drown in oil and choke on garbage
Scaly flesh peirced by razor blade teeth
Captured and smothered
And beaten and gutted
Frozen and thawed and chopped
Stewed and grilled and covered in salt and sauce
Tossed and sliced and torn and diced
Delivered to my table in a trice
Don't tell me that there are plenty of fish in the sea
Because one of those fish could be me
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
she ran
from non-existent footsteps
paranoia
kicking in
from a lack of meds.
a white
metal
locked
shack.
with the stench
of bodies.
a stuffy nose
at the worst time
promised her demise.
a peek
in the window
peaked
her curiosity.
with only a splash of red.
another window
left open
to air out the stench
led to
no-longer-virgin bodies
and she screamed
but not for very long
because the knife
peirced her neck
and the scream
turned into silence.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
Till yesterday I was his darling,
His angel, His miss perfect,
To whom he could devote his whole life,
Those soft tender touches,
Those silent talks,
Those exchanges of glances like butterflies.
But as days passed storms kept
On breaking on the shores,
And one day my words annoyed him,
My concern made him feel irritated,
Thats when I knew I have to leave
And walk away
With stones and rocks on my heart,
His lies which used to be truths,
I was left wondering
Whether all the things were illusion of mine
Or just another nail which peirced my heart ..
Telling me to shine,
To let go the pain
The people
The fake world
I left him and he said he didn't care.
I said Im okay
But everyday I want to hear his voice,
See him
But I know I can't.
Because its just too early to go back
Too early to decide
Whether he is worth the pain or not.
I cannot see him cry.
And I hope he is wishing the same,
Because if its meant to be
It wil.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
The broken girl,
She used to be lively once,
And love the world around her,
She used to sing and bounce,
As if she was a living princess there,
But when she grew up,
She faced the hardest truth of her life,
Her perspective of people loving the way she was changed,
She realized that she wasn't fit for the world,
In the view of everyone she was a big fat dumb ugly headed girl
No one cared how she was inside,
All wanted the ****** beauty,
She loved too much,
forgived to much,
And it always seemed that she hurt too much.
Not even her father thought her to be good,
He never saw how she starved and never even had one glass of water,
He didn't see her dying of her insecurities of being fat.
And he one day said its okay if I dont have you perfoem good,
But I want you to be thin.
It peirced her like a nail,
Forever engraved in her heart,
She would carry her scars to her grave,
She quitely swallowed her tears,
And thought that his father want a beautiful thin little girl as her daughter,
Not her.
She had never said anything about anyone's,
Physical appearances,
Never blamed anyone,
Took all the blame on herself ,
But yet people commented about her face,
Her smile,
How it looked like a rat,
People always criticized her,
And she swallowed it everytime
Thinking it to be her fault.
Not mentioning about her scars,
And how she waited for everyone,
But no one turned up in that storm of hers,
Her friends got ****** at her and left?
Doesn't she has the right to live her own life?
Is physical beauty everything?
Why?
She was broken from inside,
Even tinier than those atoms of chemistry,
Where bonds were stronger,
She knew she wasn't fit for this world of dogs,
And always questioned god why he had sent her where she can't bear the pain?
Where people even with her beating heart and flesh,
wasn't satisfied,
They wanted her to be the way they want,
To crumble her into ashes,
Where only her essnce of lost attle would linger.
Sh knew only she can bear that much of pain,
No one can go through it ,
yet she blamed herself for noone loved her ,
No one could help her get up.
Everyone ditched her,
Evem with her walls up high,
She cared too much,
She didnt go close to anyone,
Be it physically or emotionally
But still she was crumbled
And got entangled in the confusion
Of how rude this world was
And wanted to die..
To live since she believed she wasnt worth it.
No one stayed with her not even her friends, her lover her parents.
She was left alone .
Each and everytime.
She was hurt but smiled with that broken smile.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
Wasted, filthy, decayed.
Groaning for freedom and peace.
Hope is a far off fairytale.
Just a pleasurable fantasy.
Life devoid of joy.
Darkness in a search for treasure.
Attempting to fill the void
With thirty pieces of tarnished silver.
No fullfillment there-
Only more chains, more shackles,
More pain and despair.
Detestable, despicable, vile.
No life, just death.
No peace, no rest.
Torn and abused, broken, destroyed.
The will is gone.
Death has won.
No strength to run.
Done.
It's over.
Plunging deep into the filth,
Grasping for beauty and grace.
Breaking the surface with empty hands
And soiled dreams.
Nothing lovely there-
Just ragged wounds;
No melody here-
Just drunkards' tunes.
No hope in death, No hope in life.
Just one endless, painful, hopeless fight.
No hope, no peace, relentless pain.
Too weary to care,
Yet somehow aware.
Dim, halflight; decieving shadows
Filled with traps, tripwires,
Pitfalls and mires.
Broken, torn, neardead, tired;
Burned alive by unquenchable fire.
Will it ever be over?
Searching for beauty; Unable to find.
Trying to create, bless, design.
The beauty is torn and horribly marred-
An attempt to adorn with a result of scars.
A rose peirced by it's own thorns;
Broken, stained, ***** and torn.
Drowning in a flooding shower,
Defiled by the life it chose.
A hopeless, lifeless, whitherd flower-
But still a rose.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 6:54 AM UTC
I have nothing to feel or love I'm as dead as a door nail the peirced my lungs away. I lay dead with no sound or breath? You told me love will cure a broken heart stomping me till all my guts spilling out. Dead as he'll no breath or heart beat. I have no voice just the quiet summer night. Layin my head on your lap looking at you knowing you will keep me safe you are my star you are my girl I have fallen on the battle field not making it to you. Dead as a door nail quiet as canbe love bites down when I run to you
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC
You peirced my heart with an arrow.
It hurts little by little.
day by day the pain lingers.
I am out of breath.
like a fish out of water.
Your words still mean the world to me.
I will never give up on us.
Never.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
come one come all
to see the apathy
to witness tragedy
the fame and fortune
the game ends in june
the name died too soon
all those
olden titles
tales of the late
soft spoke mysteries
entitled histories
forgoten stories
because of you
burnt to the ground
yet your empire grew
you left behind a trail
how we never knew
your secrets spilt
your identites spew
gilded ashes
paved the way
you taught us to follw
not to stray
every command
every lie
we let it pass
let you get by
an unwritten song
never to be sung
your entire world
the peirced lung
your forgetting friends
youre forgotten
youre rotten.
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 12:02 AM UTC
On a dark cloudness night,
I peered into the sky
When suddenly I saw a shimmer of light
My heart could not deny.
I glared upon the surface
Of a love that couldn't last,
Then peirced inside a broken heart
With memories from the past.
It's gleaming streams of rays
Touched the teardrops falling down
And gently wiped away the hurt
From which my heart was bound
I shivered as my heart let go
Of dreams I had of you
And mended back my broken heart
That once was torn into.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC