"protrudes" poems
it's difficult to describe
why your body chooses to spend weekends
alone surrounded
by the slimy tongues and bottled self esteem
take another hit
while your mind explores the chip on his front tooth or the sweat dripping off his eyebrow
your body takes the pounding while it whispers in your ear how little you mean and you tremble at the thought of being handcuffed
you wonder if he remembered your middle name
Francesca
or noticed the way that when you breathe in your collar bone protrudes
ill ring for you
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
I pull into my driveway and
my neighbor is standing in
front of his door wearing a
wife beater and basketball shorts
that go to his mid calf with
his bare feet shoved into
slides that are too small
and he's owned since 2005.
nearly every part of him is
large, except he's 5'7:
his beer belly protrudes
from his ribbed cotton shirt
his his ego escapes from
his perpetually messy house
(his door is wide open, all the
cold air is escaping, it smells like
cigarettes and being ******* over it).
he watches me park
his woman (I have to set this picture, there is no better term)
stands up straight at right
underneath his eyebrow
and glares at me in unison
I let my hand trace the chair sitting
on my front porch for a few seconds
and wonder why I’ve never sat here before,
residue rain falls from the outside banister
and I feel as at home as I’ve ever felt in this
stupid god forsaken piece of **** apartment
my neighbors are still watching me and
I realize it’s because they don’t recognize me
because I'm really never here
with the hair on my arms all
standing up in unison
I unlock my door and step inside
drop my money and count my keys
my knees are rusty, I feel small
there’s only so many times you can do this
and only so many times I can too
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
Like a colorful wave of a wide palette rainbow,
The colors gleam and shine into my eyes.
Though only blue protrudes,
A rainbow still shines forth.
And allow the words themselves such sights,
As the true range of colors remain hidden.
That even the best of the best,
Take years to see them.
I once again get to live to see those colorful lights.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
When I wear makeup
I feel unstoppable
courageous
beautiful.
so beautiful.
but I don't mean regular makeup,
mascara lipstick eyeliner blush etc,
I mean the kind that takes hours to apply,
transforming myself into hit characters
ghastly ghouls
alien creatures
minotaurs
ziggy stardust
I mean painting myself
with all the theatricality I can afford.
I feel like I can breath when I wear my makeup,
I feel okay and calm and like nothing can touch me
above all else I feel safe.
so safe
with that paint,
everybody's looking at the makeup
instead of me,
they admire and compliment the mask I've crafted
and it makes me happy to know
they can't see my plain pale face underneath,
the outrageous conception
has formed a shield
allowing me to step out in public
without being afraid to exist.
when I wear my makeup
I'm allowed to be whomever I please
and mingle-talk freely with all I want,
my makeup lets me be like everyone else.
The only downside is that not every week is spirit week,
my gentle skin is too irritated by even the most
hyper-allergenic makeup and acne protrudes
and at the end of it all I still have to wash it off,
watch my happy colors go down the sink drain,
the mask doesn't last forever,
and I'm left standing there the next day,
without my makeup
without my shield
and I feel so naked,
I feel incomplete and scared.
I wish every week was spirit week,
and that my skin was tough,
so that I could paint my face every day
so I wouldn't have to be afraid.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Curve soft, silky, chills
Swell, taut, protrudes, aches
Tunnel, tight, hot, wet
Nub, hard, throbbing, spasms
Petals, flushed, swollen, moist
Well, soft, slick, hugging
Tube, hangs, soft, wrinkled
Bags, sway, firm, sensitive
Rosebud, closed, but opens
Pillows, press, linger, invoke
Pearls, grip, burn, mark
Velvet, glides, trails, excites
Swell, is twisted, pulled, pinched
Petals part, exposing the nub
Nub, rubbed, licked, ******
Tube delves into the tunnel
Pistoning as friction builds
Stands, hard, smooth
Hard smooth enters rosebud
Pushes, prods, breaksthrough
Screams, pants, moans
Velvet enters well, circles, exciting
Pressure builds, senses heighten
Ice chills turn to fire to volcanic
Ohhhs, ahhhs, turns to moans
Turns to gasps, and whimpers
Cries, screams that cresendo
Nectar explodes to honey that drips
Lava thick spews deep
Mixture like cream paints the walls
Tangled, exhausted
Sweat, essence
Dreams, snores
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 6:14 AM UTC
*Summers, golden rays
Sends out radiance,
Like capricious diamonds,
As it protrudes through the blue celestial,
And lounges upon the horizon.
Performing an appealing,
And luminous show,
Streaming into a wondrous glow,
In the mid-days calming air,
As it flows smoothly from below.*
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
My eyes
are bags of mucus hanging by cellophane membranes
to my skull which is now structured like a wet sponge.
My tummy protrudes out from the rest of my abdomen,
a gelatinous layer hiding away a chiseled core
which may be deteriorating into oblivion at this moment.
The skin rests and hangs a little over the top of my leather belt
which somehow manages to fit three loops in from the first hole.
My neck hangs heavy like the ears of a sad elephant.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
Staring at a reflection
Watching for clues
Waiting for signals
But I'm never allowed to lose
Weight
Fat
No flat stomach left
And thin hairs mar
The one you're left with
Your body protrudes underneath your
Bra-line and
It makes you want to cry
Your butts still good
But you fearfully watch the
Jiggle of your thigh
Your body is all you've ever had
Your teeth are yellow and
Your hair loves to be bad
your nose is chipped and angled
Your skin mangled with spots and
Scars
Marred
Imperfect
Only the mirror makes you smile
But photos lack the style of
'Attractiveness'
You feel you can only look like you
In person
But now you have to search for the good
You know they would have you do that.
Okay, I like the practicality of my body.
Where I have stood, there has stood
Health, a wealth of love in
Laughter lines
I love the lines of my muscles
Count my contours,
Feel I'm fine when I breath in my
Cheekbones, hate the stress filled
Frown lines
Never forget the time I
Looked and found myself
Too thin
Too tired
Too wired up
To find myself
Too injured.
Never regret
And never forget
The point I realised
At least imperfect
Allows for 'happy'
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
i have this sock,
it has a hole now.
the thinner threads tore, finally;
from daily wear and tear.
my big toe protrudes;
attracting quiet glances
that don't see my sock anymore,
just what it was trying to conceal.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
head heavy with the weight of an ocean,
thoughts gasp for air over the crests of waves.
once was a stone lodged in my heart
polished by the waters of my mind,
heated by the flames of frustration and
quenched by the sleet of sorrow,
now a diamond embeds from me,
protrudes from my center.
you
neither can i remove you or re-create you,
you ******* gem.
loving and being in love,
such a massive gap i fail leap,
my love is pointless to you dear,
can't you see?
sick in the mind
sick in the heart
why must you want me so?
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
I just realized,
my love is unconditional.
I do not keep my tiger love caged in my heart,
awaiting the day you unlock it from its silent captivity.
I do not envelope my childish love in a colorful plastic ball,
floating only on a steady stream of your affection.
I do not lay my heavy love on a bed of nails,
praying that not one spike protrudes
My love does not bite its nails
in anticipation of your call.
My love does not boil
in heated angst for your touch.
my love is.
It just is.
It sits happily in my chest,
with a smile that knows.
It just knows.
I would say you have my love,
but that would be a lie.
It rests, in joyous surrender
where you left it.
It is my guide when I explore the mysteries
deep inside of me.
My love is your gift.
I surrender the rest of my life
to ruminations on its wonder
so that I may learn to gift it as you have:
freely, patiently... unconditionally.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
With her black eyeglass frames and sensible heels,
the psychiatrist is a contrived portrait of neutrality.
The timer on her desk ticks sickeningly,
counting off the missed opportunities for revelation
that pass with each minute.
I ask her if she has considered a Victorian fainting couch,
she does not smile.
I make cheap cracks about diet ads and the plight of the modern anorexic,
she scribbles something on a legal pad-
from where I sit, the only legible word is "questionable".
She is not describing herself,
yet I can think of nothing more dubious
than being paid to listen to another's tedium.
I spend one hour each week with my hired companion,
and she, in turn,
spends her time relaying information
to another army entirely,
sending reports to the other doctors,
leaking statements to my family.
She is the informant, and I,
the gullible sap who believes in
"conditional confidentiality".
I pretend I know nothing of the arrangement,
and try to speed time by imagining alternate realities.
I picture her as a talking doll-
A string protrudes from her back;
when pulled, a mechanical voice says
"I see", or occasionally,
"How do you feel about that?"
I stifle a laugh,
and glance over at her glazed expression-
there isn't much of a difference.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
O, mosaic of my oft marveled at Mosie
You fade away as swift as the windstorm enters
Mosaic, I've built you up in my mind's cubbies
And you permeate through my brain's centers
Every experience boiled itself into me
Constructing a picture of you that I could see
Which I could consult when I reached difficulty
Or whose answer I could envision in monotony
O, Mosaic, you quickly go, as hurt intrudes
The pain pervades all points of space
It destroys you and ceaselessly protrudes
Gone are the days when I'd see your face and caress it
Gone are the prayers we'd hold up our relationship and bless it
And now gone is your magnificent mosaic
Even though it pains me just to say it
O, Healing, come faster than your predecessor
May you permeate the place we made and become its successor
And, God, can You be real and continue to bless her?
As your mosaic fades away
Dreams of tomorrow thus can't stay
As your mosaic breathes its last breath
Let us exhale that last sigh
The one we always talked about before our death
This time, drifting further and farther apart
This time, holding our aching and breaking hearts
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
I keep moving, and sprinting,
I use anything that will give me speed,
oh this could be the end,
my breath is heavy,
the air is crowded with my fear,
A wall,
I climb, all the way,
glass, an escape,
they are here,
I hear them behind me,
I turn and look,
pain, sudden, in my ankle,
a knife protrudes,
I still cling,
cling to the wall, to life,
another knife, I must hurry,
glass breaking, freedom,
I desperately shove through,
I am free,
I am alive,
I have made it,
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
Dynamite, dynamite
Put the light out.
The pigmented ones
for their freedom devout.
Dynamite, dynamite
Douse these flames
Years they have tried,
Converted their names.
Though we are the same
but differently tamed
to put out the fire
is their only desire.
The fuse shortens,
Heat ensues
Fear protrudes.
Douse the flame
before dynamite explodes.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 7:07 AM UTC
More than one person remembers that day
as hot and tasting of catastrophe
in the flavor of airbag dust and gasoline.
We were talking as you drank your root beer.
Windows down. My shoes off…
4:02.
Your eyes widen
as metal screeches and the revving of engines
winds down, a man wearing sunglasses
yanks on my door, but it protrudes
into the cab. Another man takes you out —
shouts to me to move. I can’t
find my shoes and my wallet is soaked.
Bystanders flock like they would at a circus
where a lion’s attacked his tamer.
Tears flow more freely than blood.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry. God, my fault spills
from my bruised lips until finally,
I collapse to the pavement like the fender
of the opposing Mercedes.
I tried but failed to explain
that swerving the car to save you
meant near-death for me. Only after
regret and responsibility that crushed
my lungs faded, the way mascara dries,
did I acknowledge,
I am here.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
The knife feels kind of nice.
Despite the fact it intrudes,
Protrudes from a wounded back.
The price we pay, I guess,
Closeness never quite manifests.
But it's good to know, you know?
Those who feign familiarity
Friendships staged and put on show,
Critics acclaim, shamed curtains close.
Characters who grew into the role
Far fetched with hyperbole.
Lines they speak with finesse
Lies smooth the noose of regret.
Confused they peruse part two.
I think therefore I forget.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
Sweet the skin,
The taste of hazel,
Her eyes the colour of passion.
The curvature of her bones like the number of August.
The sheen of her body the colour of Spring.
Between her lips the warmth of an ocean
To be liberated from its dam of cotton.
Warm silk,
Thick, warm to the touch
Like the flesh of a peach,
Sweetness of a plum.
A lock to a key,
The sand to the sea.
Freedom --
And creation.
Humidity of the Amazon,
Sweat of the wild.
Intensity of fear
Gravitys pressure
Lost in space between flesh,
Covered in a flickering light
Just the outline in your sight.
Her body akin to mans best friend
Each nerve touched to the brainwaves sent,
Glee only seen by the twitch of the bottom kiss.
As the light protrudes through the window pane,
No interruptions,
No aubade.
Into the light,
To match heat emitted of the Sun.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 5:48 AM UTC
I'm fading away
Fading fast
Hoping I won't disappear
Into nowhere
Girls and ***
Lust and regrets
Drugs and coke
Drinks and rage
Are some things that I sink into
The sin that I own
I pray for it to wash away
Only to get ***** again
I pray for it to wash away
Get *****
Wash away
Get *****
Wash away
Get *****
Wash away
Get *****
Wash away
Get *****
Wash away
Get *****
Wash away
Get *****
Wash away
Get *****
Wash away
Get *****
Wash away
Get *****
Wash away
Get *****
Again
And again
And again
Finally can't get clean
Can't stop
Each day gets messier and messier
Filth protrudes in my fingernails
Filth protrudes inside my body
I don't want to get clean
I want to be messy
I want to be nasty
I want to be *****
I'm filthy and I love to be filthy
I feel sick
But I love it
I don't need saving
I don't need anybody or anything
I only need the filth
I can't live without the filth
I want to disappear in the filth
I want to go away in it
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
One branch
Protrudes above the rest
It's not
A competition
There is no match here
It ended
Months ago
Last season
In the race
For light
Survival
This branch
Fails to see
We're all from the same tree.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
It couldn't have been me.
See, the direction the spackle protrudes.
A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home.
I peer inside for a clue.
No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.
But it's too late. My retinas.
Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.
It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright.
It was too deep.
Stretching forever into everything.
A hole of infinite choices.
I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.
I was looking out.
And he, on the other side, was looking in.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
Remember first trip
Saw bone structure piercing thru skin
Stretched too thin and taught
As if bones desperately needed escape
Reprieve from residing within you
Thought for sure was dead
Til Darkoesque wormhole protrudes
Now sure am dead
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
Sweet the skin,
The taste of hazel,
Her eyes the colour of passion.
The curvature of her bones like the number of August.
The sheen of her body the colour of Spring.
Between her lips the warmth of an ocean
To be liberated from its dam of cotton.
Warm silk,
Thick, warm to the touch
Like the flesh of a peach,
Sweetness of a plum.
A lock to a key,
The sand to the sea.
Freedom --
And creation.
Humidity of the Amazon,
Sweat of the wild.
Intensity of fear
Gravitys pressure
Lost in space between flesh,
Covered in a flickering light
Just the outline in your sight.
Her body akin to mans best friend
Each nerve touched to the brainwaves sent,
Glee only seen by the twitch of the bottom kiss.
As the light protrudes through the window pane,
No interruptions,
No aubade.
Into the light,
To match heat emitted of the Sun.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 6:18 AM UTC
I love you.
When I say it, I want to laugh at myself
Because "how can someone love somebody they have never even met?"
"How can somebody love someone whose hands they have never held, whose scent they have never smelt, whose arms they have never been encompassed in?"
They say Skype doesn't count,
That video chatting doesn't mean you've really met them.
That talking on the phone doesn't mean that the butterflies you get in your stomach are real,
That the person you love is a mirage of pixels
and let's not forget the, "he could be a serial killer"
or "you don't really know who they are"
My personal favorite is "he's probably a forty year old *********
But I love you.
They say that "love isn't based off appearances," but even so, I know that your eyes are green somedays or blue the next,
you hate the way your hair flips in every direction
and falls into your face because you can't make out the words on the screen behind the curtain of brown-
I know that your left shoulder blade protrudes more than your right,
And that you get breakouts on your cheeks if you sleep too often.
Love is based off "personality."
I know that you're funny,
you love football,
you hate to see a woman cry,
that you're rude all the time, except to your grandmother
that you only joke around so much because you're afraid of being hurt,
you love pizza,
your dog is your pride and joy.
Why can you be in love with someone the same gender
or someone a hundred pounds heavier or lighter
Or someone ten years younger
Or someone with a disability?
Because you love for personality,
because love is blind.
But why is that when I love you for your personality,
I am the one who is blind?
You don't love your partner for the way they feel or how they smell or how much they weigh
You love them for the words they say to you.
You love them for how "I love you" slides off their tongue like molasses,
For how "you're beautiful" isn't just a compliment, but a promise.
You love them for the way they make you feel, not for the way they feel to you.
I love you because you know more about me than people who have known me my whole life,
Because you've made me feel more alive in the last three years than I've ever felt in my entire life,
That you, someone I've never met,
has stopped me from suicide
and kept me from burning or cutting
yet people in the same house as me haven't noticed that depression is even a problem.
When I say I love you, I want to laugh at myself,
Because we still live in a society where love is only real if you can hold it in your hands.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
Perplexing the ways that bodies connect in my mind...
they roll and tumble...twist and turn...ignore their bones and give into the stretch...
the pull...the pain...the pleasure.
The protrusions of flesh and the flesh that protrudes...
wraps...wrinkles...encases a soul.
A skeleton , a second in time, a *** a scandal, a sin and then surrender - twisting..turning..tearing..burning.
Forsaking skin that cannot bind what is bursting out bursting through...
me and you...we two...inside, outside, in me, in you...we two lay a while and then...
only seconds it must be...I feel you touch me...deeply, neatly, roughly, softly...
in me, in you, we two...connecting, infecting, rejecting the norm...
free-form we join...smooth touch...rough push...playful pull...I drool
at the thought of you inside me...feel me...fill me.
Needy? Need me...
I dream...off again then back and taken in...
do me...through me...in and out ...fast, slow sensations grow..warmth flows.
I know what you feel I am one in the same...say my name...I came...again, again.
Search the valleys, climb the mountains...find the wanderlust fulfilled ...
within, without...no doubts...wrap me up within you, drape me in your skin...
ravenous one....I am not shy...no shame...the same?
I wanted to ...now what to do now that I have had you? Could it be through? No, start a new...
caress, tongue tease and tickle---muscles and tendons teeter on edge.
Go within me..dwell there...stay a while...a smile, a glance, a **** a chance to excite...
to move...passion consumes this moment and the last...my future my and my past...all that I remember. Never ceasing...pulling me in...holding me down...breath escapes me...words forsake me...
calamity and calm...nibbles and strokes, I provoke...the ***** you...the filthy me.
You and I roll...rock...on top...under...over...in between. Me and you...we two...fever rising...compromising the structure of my being...I am reeling.
Tugging, ******* rubbing, fucking...hold me...tease me...you've pleased me.
Twist... turn..my soul yearns for the next caress ...my veins...my walls...
the halls that house my sensuality...
Go where I send you...plunge and pull...puncture and dwell deep within me...
***** me...rope me?
I feel you move and I am moved...by your life inside me.
Rest, infest my inner self...my ******* encase you...BREATH...I hear you...CUM...I feel you....REST...within me.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC