"ravishes" poems
I wield my words viciously
Like a knife
I slash at her
As I **** her
Hold her down and penetrate her
Blood showers from my blade
As I overwhelm her
But slowly my ravishes
****** after ******
Turn into love
And I wonder
What have I done?
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
it was like waking up to all white fume
or a long washline — masturbatory, feeling something stiff like a hand gliding
over a monsoon of emotions, the affect
jazz and the crunch of fragrance
forever like sandalwood;
on my way to Dumandan, i conjure an inward miasma of thrill, unfurled yesterday, today, or was it before when our eyes were fixated on the passing of things in myriad ways without any relevance to what has died, say wilted,
like a flower going away in closing seasons,
children in hurtling speeds at twilight,
gates welcoming a resounding sound of
rusting hinges,
slow rise of night, its vertical climb,
shadows collapsing on the Hibiscus
and the Poinsettia from the Cordillera,
dreary men taking out ******* throwing
them into metalloid beasts, verdigris
painted, grisly caravan of steel and
worthless scraps —
past neighborhoods thinking about
the simmer of onion and the hustle of
the feral over rooftops, clinking wine bottles undulating full to empty — both
unaware of acumen and only dizzying
ourselves mirroring each other eye
to eye and bridging this unclose-enough
a gap in between,
because you need it,
and i want it, or simply in reverse,
a sidewinding thought through dunes
of afterthought.
because you have to walk my side
of the Earth and I have to meet you
somewhere halfway where we can both
lounge at each other's steady presence
while the flyblown dry air ravishes
the piquant morning, all-telling what
this distance meant from its
peak up to the very last
traceable steps where i found you
and you found me, trilling in the neighborhood like how void
stills itself into all the mood of the Earth:
all moony and
fretting in the disquiet.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
Loping down at Winter
the raven
ravishes the light,
broad black beating wings spread
feeding on
tiny hidden corpses-its beak
hades' daggers pummelling the frost.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
I.
I have fallen in love with
the mid-June evening skies, and
It's volatile shades of grey
Like a temperamental canvas of inky blacks
And blotted blues, lines of translucent paint drizzle down
From the canopy of clouds, marred and bruised.
II.
Lovers separated by atmospheres and seasons,
A torrent of raindrops ravishes
It's earthen companion,
caressing the jagged scars across it's parched skin.
I have fallen in love with
The heady scent that permeates the humid air;
The love-child of storm and soil
Infused by the sweet, rich aromas
Of a 6pm cup of chai.
III.
I have fallen in love with
The rivulets of rainwater that
Trail silver maps across the ridges and contours of bottle green fronds;
And the dewy droplets that adorn the Gulmohars and Cassias that are strewn beside my bare feet;
Like a bejewelled carpet of scarlet and gold.
IV.
We are words
Ricocheting off one another,
Relief, catharsis and a safe space after a long day.
We are the comfortable silences, the content sighs,
And the barefaced truth
Between mother and daughter.
I have fallen in love with
The tapestry of words that we weave.
V.
I have fallen in love with
Coming home.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
For all the imperfections that create this being
There is another scar you'll never see
The horror of myself in weakness
Will not be often;
No, for all that I reveal is my insanity
For my weakness is burrowed deep
And it will not emerge again
My imperfections may make me
But they will not change my already injured soul
I know the world is cruel
So judgemental and materialistic
But me
I still worship personality, a caring soul
Who see's goodness and ravishes it
Still I only want another person
Who the world considers imperfect
So that together
Our imperfections
Seem so miniscule
So pointless
We'll be happy because
In each others eyes
We're just
Perfect.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 2:15 PM UTC
I'm just a lonely fool
Don't know what to say so I act like a tool
though my words speak volumes
my mind speaks in tongues
all tangled up by some tough knots
my ideas are more realistic
always fleeting never staying
being intercepted by themselves
my mind ravishes ghouls
and explores the emptiness within
taken back by thy hollowed self
Earth only with one layer
Lithosphere but no juicy center
a lollipop with only a crusty beginning
body without heart only mind
depth like an ocean
never ending like the space above
pointless with no one exploring
breaking open barriers only to find fiends
through the looking glass all is bright
the eyes seek redemption and explanation
but they're Romeo and Juliet
can't see each other
Caves without torches hides the secrets of old
and only the mind can grasp hold
Know nothing want everything
just leave me alone
its what the monsters are best at.
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC
If I were to write your name my hand would shake,
So bad the ink from my pen would stain the paper.
Your soft voice burns my ears
A sultry cup of tea that ravishes my throat.
Your stale perfume makes me cringe,
But yet fills the fragmented pieces you broke.
Your words are endearing, captivating, sweet
But are dripping with mystery, and give me unease.
Am I apprehensive, invidious?
I see the dusk forest in your eyes,
Like your passion for the world, and every plant you see.
You say green is your favourite. It fits you.
Clean, organic, and environmental.
Perfect.
Imperfect.
As soon as I met you I could feel myself falling
Deep in my bones, running through my veins.
And as long as I live, I can never tell you that
I will love you longer than my heartbeat.
You tell me that we are one person,
But this time I feel we are two.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
His voice confines me
Hot with the stench of stale wine
His hands rip through my hair
Entering the darkest corridors of my mind
I submit to his game
His nails dig deep into my flesh
His teeth draw blood
As he devours my neck
He snickers so wickedly
Watching my reaction to pain
Smiling, he bites my lips
As he whispers my name
Pain his sadistic pleasure
Nipping at my ear again till it bleeds
Lapping the blood from my neck
He is aroused and pleased
My will has surrendered
I forsake all control
Enticed with his mystique
He ravishes my soul
The darkness is his playground
He seductively draws me in
Touching as he tastes
He's awakened the temptress in my skin
My flesh is like fire
Each touch releases a climatic relief
Lost within my essence
His pleasurable pain drowns within my sea
My screams in the night
Fall upon silent ears
I am weak to his pain
This ****** pleasure I fear
He is euphoric were alone
He is seductively teased
He towers above my small frame
As I cry out he is pleased
Pulling me tight in his embrace
He knows I won't resist
Famished he devours me
Biting down harder with each kiss
Skin scraped from my hands
I fall to my knees
He rages inside my essence
Filling me with his disease
All good has been depleted
Fulfilling all his sadistic desires
Each time he caresses my skin
My flesh bleeds like fire
This is how he loves
Enraged and fierce
I have fallen prey to his beast
My existence very clear
He lays upon my *****
Satisfied and pleased
I dig a dagger deep in his chest
Pulling his heart out with ease
I gorge upon the feast
******** with pain
The most intense ****** is reached
Forgive me, but I can't wait to do this again
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
The trees are stricken with a terrible illness
a certain shrillness that permeates
their perpetual stillness.
And I have seen them.
Their pitch dripped hearts buried underneath
Their brown and rough bark, our version of skin.
And I have cut them.
Looking for their sap, their form of our blood
Hoping to find it still sticky sweet with life,
Hoping it has not succumb to their illness
That is our men.
Men, with burly beards and chainsaws
That are the trees versions of sterile masks
And metal toothed needles
Chainsaw needles that pump poison into
The trees’ version of our arms
Their form of cancer that
Ravishes through what would be our
Organs.
Men with saws that are our version of chemo
Shaking off the leafs that would be
What we call hair
And I have seen them.
They fall down the same way we would
And are covered by our same dirt earth.
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
*Engulfed by the deluge of magnetism
Senses torn to shambles by desire
My being cannot fathom
The unyielding sensation
Of weightlessness
It ravishes
This acidic intensity.*
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
each instant breath (instantly breathing breath
from lungs so quick and slowly snuggles
every self of it between each new immutable
passing second eternally springing nubile moment
(between familiar newness) your voice was
pleasantly sticking into my ears the velvetest
caress(a fragile mostly caress. liked better and
more. failing lilting tears of) that lick incessantly
seemly unfaltering ravishes of minute fluttering
windsbreakinggentlypastthepartedslightlyunclosing
node of your (perfectly climbing your face) mouth
mine does. exponentially kissing yours
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 2:30 AM UTC
Fleeing
Tail between my legs
From the ravishes
Of your lashes
I take refuge in the ramblings
Of madmen long dead
Seeking to tap the will to power
That I may refute
Your imposing master-slave morality
Compelling in its distracting hedonism
Beckoning in its languid ambiguity
Suffocating my
Dizzying, radical freedom
Oh, noumenal world
Take me now.
One look at you
And I abandon
My categorical imperative
Doomed to the fate
Of a being-in-itself
Powerless to recreate
And renew its essence
Too busy being caught up
In your scent
I see what you are
And scramble to
The conclusion of
What you ought to be
With me
For you are beyond
That which empirical validation
Can encapsulate
You are
My Prime Mover
And life without you
Is nasty, brutish, and short
And Rousseau was full of ****
I flee
Because inner language
The beetle in the box
Can never be shared
Not even with
The most symmetrical of soulmates
And what we may share
May not even be authentic
What we believe
May not even be true
Nor justified
Are you not satisfied
With the power you already wield
Over me?
Please
My geisha
Do not let your lips
Be the antithesis to my pen.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
Let us talk as we walk, you and I, come let us at least try,
Hold my hand as you blink at the barren sky,
Tears trickle by and I hear you sigh, *“Lies,
I only see lies in these stale blue skies!”*
It is a sign, my love, it is a sign that we are doomed to die.
The wild world spins while we drink green glassy gin,
Alone, all alone we sit in shadows of candles and waxy sin,
Around about us we hear the sounds of pain, a fearful din,
Orphans with wide-open mouths spit out rusty razor pins
Which strike true into our wavering hearts, (“Darling, can we ever really win?”).
Your ruby wet white lips drip with the salty saliva of sweet love,
You ask me the eternal question: *“Will we fly to heaven like doves?
Let us fly, you and I, to the velvet skies above!”*
Yet still I see your cherry stained lips caress a rough cigarette and away you puff,
Darling, the likes of us shall forever remain imprisoned as we are conditioned to spit and cough.
In the hot horizon a hulking hawk takes frightful fanciful flight,
Helpless and heartbroken, we play with our false paper kites,
Skeletal darkness ravishes the earth, no more will come the light,
The right arm of justice lays rotten and by it burns the sword of might,
It will strike and bite both me and you, and all those who are upright.
Once again you whisper hungrily, *“What will become of me and you?
Is there anything we can seriously do before we are subdued?”*
I say we all hope and pray today and together we stay or else we are surely doomed,
Gloom will come soon, you see Darling there is not enough world to spare or share in this here room,
Let us all awake and break out of this cocoon for we shall never change our heart’s true tune.
©Rangzeb Hussain
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 12:56 PM UTC
A brisk gale wind
blows thru my
clanking gears-
thunder shears-
and my riven ears
then hear nothing:
but thru clairaudience
I will ever be a
master of everything
that ravishes the
world beneath your
feet.
The pompous skies
drink up the seas,
to drop thus upon
my eyes in beads;
and as I pen my
muse's advice, the
ink disappears from
the sheets; and watcher
dieties-in the third choir
of the celestial hierarchy-
now have useless wings.
Oh, mold my vernal
features into a candle
effigy— watch them gleam—
then grow so low by high
degrees; and the wax melting by
the heat of flame -to once again
downturn my merry cheeks. So if
you please, masquerade as a blessed
princess -before I am consumed completely-
and I will play both parts of the duelling
princes. One a man, the other a machine.
Go, rendezvous with my doyenne madness!
Indeed the tryst could cause my discarnate
ghost to scarper. I will wrap a cloak around
my Joy and Sadness
—pleased that I might hide my spare character; or at least proclaim thee
dressed a bit sharper.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 7:57 AM UTC
A life taken by hand
Doesn't free your soul
It ravishes the hell fire
Till your body turns coal
The bloodshot eyes
That once filled with love
Has no sign of remorse
Yet, staring from above
The sinking body wades
Lifeless without a soul
Dragged to the debris
And tied to a pole
Ropes dig deep into the skin
Like, those hell leashes
A final breath to let go
Whilst,
burning with the witches...
©Seema Sen, 2023
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 12:15 AM UTC
I can feel anxiety planting seeds in my spinal cavity
I can sense it ruining my human anatomy
It ravishes my body, leaving me drained
it steals my emotions, leaving me with nothing but pain
I am quietly, patiently waiting for the day
when Death will visit & take me away
I long to kiss him
I long to be with him
He's the one to placate my soul
To him I relinquish all control
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
missing your touch,
needing your desire,
quenching the thirst that needs to be quelled
shivering hands needing comfort
my body aches for you
thrashing about in ecstasy as i think of you
your brimming dark hazel amber eyes entrance me into a drunken state of ****** stupor
as your body & voice ravishes me to the highest heights.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
The sunlight ravishes
the land like an empty promises
ravishes the heart
Takes everything in its path
But there's a beauty to it
indescribable; unimaginable
but with time you appreciate.
The hot breath of nature rains
down on you like volcanic ash
it can burn but you get some
sick pleasure from it. You stay.
You stay because you know it can't
get much better than this.
This moment of womb-like comfort.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 11:26 AM UTC
When tides turn
the rolling flood fills
seems as if there to spill
upon the hallowed grounds
the flow of all that within a moments prayer
Rushes out there to compare
the tragedy of a moment
the internal drive lost in torment
That crushes forth those boundaries
where bears the tears of life's foundries
and pours out its delicate essence of form
In the simple bud of a tear.
That hearts and minds together pressed
there before ourselves - Undressed
The scars of the world that holds us down
suffocates us to drown
In the hollows of our being - seeing
The last fine ray of love outstretched
unable to grasp - We gasp
for the loss that is the woe of the soul
the love that would not come nor go
Just hovers in-between our beings
lost forever to our hearts dealings
that ravishes our sleep to no-more
where brands the pain, annoy, it's sore
upon the cold and lonely floor
Where we weep our bitter dreams.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
Mar 18, 2011
Mar 18, 2011 at 8:36 PM UTC
I've lost the burning in my fingers,
The spark within my soul,
The light in my eyes that lingers,
When a fire ravishes me whole.
My words have been driven away,
Replaced by derivatives and sines,
My erratic thinking and impulsive way,
Ridiculed by logical lines.
Slowly, my mind has been eroded,
Pounded, molded and reformed,
Until my eyes are totally blanked,
And my essence is forever lost.
For now my pen no longer moves,
In hurried chicken scratch,
But rather, in uniformed loops,
Making a perfect black stitch.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
The night’s grim demeanor
Destroys the serenity of the moon
Ravishes the sacred
Hearts of the unfortunate few
Who dare brave the soulless vacuum
Where ignoble hate
Defines one’s belonging
Siphoning life from
Those around their fancied niche
To fuel their self-righteousness
Some fall victim to
The unreasonable, harsh wrath
Of the wretched demons
Whose empty skeleton bodies
Are devoid of happiness
But here you yet stand,
Angelic guardian,
Protectorate of the lonely,
You stand pristine, unmarred
Your smile banishes the treachery
Your beautiful smile
Transforms any place to a home
Captivates my heart:
You complete the person I am
And I love you more each day
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
Time weathered it
Worn by salt and wind
A testament to man and sea
And the sheer determination to survive.
Boats come in and out with the tides
Waves unrelenting...
Remember your roots
As the sea ravishes over rock.
There are few who stop to care,
But there is stillness to be found here
There is a magic in these misty cliffs
As the water crashes onto rockface
Sending turrets of spray into the air
And spiney fingers cascading down.
A race to reunite.
The ocean moves...
A lobster *** buoy bobs up and down
The cliff erodes, ever so slowly
Seagulls sit on a cliff edge
perhaps resting, i do not know
A wave passes by
Teetering on the edge of explosion
I do not see it break as it passes out of view.
The surging ocean delights me
Dancing over rock
Having no care for destruction
Safety or form
It moves as it must
As it sees fit
Taking the best and only path.
Accepting its new form
in each moment
Giving life, Taking life
It cares not.
It must only move and this it knows
You are welcome, but beware
Feb 17, 2023
Feb 17, 2023 at 2:54 PM UTC
There is a melancholy
piano,
with a whole bunch of dust
like a film
of fear
in your corner,
that you like to play
every night
in the purple dark.
But I sleep,
holding you,
and I don't seem fragile
or under
some
formal demand.
Maybe
there can be
two types of will,
one for fear
and
one for
contentment.
You win the day,
with your ability
to will
certain things
into being.
Purple dark
ravishes.
We lay on the bed
and I can smell your hair
not fragile at all.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 4:51 PM UTC
You belong with the social beings
Who want to chat and laugh with glee
As we all are meant to be
It’s with them you ought to live
Not with him, poor him
Who has nothing else to give
He chases you and cherishes you and wants to be you
But when he tries so hard to be bold
You shoot him down and make him feel cold
So he runs and ravishes and friends are rare
Only I stick by him
You don’t want to care
So remember this dear friend
Each time you laugh and point and jeer
He’s alone once more, no reason to cheer
Lying in bed, so thin
He draws a blade and
Etches symbols onto his skin
And if you knew how the blood stained his floor
You wouldn’t find it funny any more
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC