"ridgid" poems
Rock: Ridgid and tough
Wood: Natural, eventual decay
Glass: Fragile and transparent/colorful
Paper: Lightweight and flexible, yet tears easily
Copper: Less expensive, down-to-earth
Silver: Shiny, allergic to my skin
Gold: Self absorbed, obsessed
Platinum: Tending to try for perfections or egotistic, ADHD or OCD
Air: Invisible and wayward, nomadic
Water: Flowing and graceful
Fire: Warmth and passion
Earth: Round and supple
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
Floating in my head as I drift into slumber.
Awakening to reach and feel. Feel that warmth.
Not coldness and tightness in my chest.
Breath the life back into me. Breath it. Breath it please.
Fear gets us all.
Grabs us tightly and is forceful and ridgid to relase.
But we can be free if we just relieve.
Relieve and retrieve our own life into ourselfs.
Just breath it breath it please.
Lonilness attacks hard
and we can't believe that anything can be strong and steady. Instead we take a step back and plead.
We're hurt and yet we hurt another in our attempt to heal.
But its not healing instead were stealing.
Draining others. Satisfying thirst. Inquenchable.
Take another sip its a sweet hurt.
So just sip it sip it until the last drop is disipating against your tounge.
Sour as vinegar in your mouth.
But your soul is tame and satisfied.
Then the wind whisps and air is knocked back into your tight chest.
And the clean oxygen is as beautiful as the warming sensations pulsing though your blood stream
But your energy is drained.
A pained soul drinks up.
Your heated blush face turns pallor and your extremities run cold as ice.
The vice drinks you up.
Keep on sippin until you disipate.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
Hey hey it's common as parlance
to the pathos of the rain
and hey it's often as sympathy
to the elation in this state
Hey it's disconnection
to the people in their place
and hey it's not often
that permanence relates
each bead is a lens
magnifies the sincere
I'm rainbows for water droplets
give hail to storms my dear
Oh oh it's gone as defiance
to the pathologically ingrained
and oh it's not rotten
to the habitually irate
oh oh It's introspection
to the narcissists plate
and oh it's boughten
with gentic smiles by trait
each born is a bed frame
ridgid and affixed
her bedsheets to boredom
in covered models of make
Hey hey it's common as parlance
to the pathos of the rain
and hey it's often as sympathy
to the elation in this state
Hey it's disconnection
to the people in their place
and hey it's not often
that permanence relates
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
Limp, lingering, low
it hangs overhead
like a nagging grammatical error
It hangs overheard
like the sagging breast i never looked for/
we chomped at the bit til our teeth fell out
but i never liked food much anyhow
well hung, but only on semantics
rusty, rotten, ridgid, romantic
Its starting again because lord only knows
I can hold a grudge so much better than a pose
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
Blue eyes turn the dullest shade of grey
Bright smiles slowly fade away
Warm touches turn quickly frigid
Carefree mind becomes ridgid
Heart fading, lacking luster
Beats ending, no longer clustered
Chest rising less and less
As I take my last breaths
Mind calm, no longer manic
Muscles relax, no need to panic
Light fades into blackness
Weather breaks from complete madness
Empty rooms no longer echo
Strongest wills finally let go
Lingering dreams suddenly crash
As I slowly turn to Ash
Cheerful singing begins to drone
Sparkling gems turn to stone
The gleaming sun becomes dreary
The happiest child grows weary
Crimson leaves wilt and crumble
The lions roar no longer rumbles
Ur deepest love starts to stray
As u calmly walk away
The loudest laughter no longer bellows
The strongest winds become mellow
Colorful flora losses lush
Frozen glaciers turn to slush
Blue skies veiled in somber
The greatest minds no longer ponder
The redest rose pedals fall and decay
As I live my final day
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 1:57 AM UTC
The real question I am asking here
up and over the stillness of cold water, I cry out into this vast world
Will your amiability bid you dance with a skeleton?
or throw her into the *** of the sea
given she trust herself enough to divulge herself in meeting thee
and from the waters you hoisted my unembellished identity with your feeble hands
I have shown you my true self as hard and ridgid
as coarse as sand
wont you display, your darkest primordial wishes
or does it manifest as all that I see you for now?
with insights into mortality will you spare just a tear
in sight of your own morality
for your wounds
it will kindle in me a thirst I've not yet quenched
even as the rolling ocean was wrenched from inside me
perhaps I'm offered this gift, I may very well present a gift for you
You lacked the experience to meet me fully through...
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
4/7/14
Lazily shifting through the internet on a moon milk rain day. I come across a video that relentlessly grips my attention. A man in front of a webcam holding an ice cream dream drum stick and a pocket acetylene torch. Througout the rest of this sequence the man I am watching stares into the camera without blinking, smiling, breathing, or speaking. He ignites the torch in his left hand and uses it to light the tip of the dreamy ice cream. The ice cream remains lit as a cigar. Remaining steadfast in his ridgid posture, he passes the lit cone to his dog. His dog is a female chocolate lab named Gurny of Galil-Bruce-Lee. She holds it in her mouth, but refuses to inhale. Although she does not desire to smoke this treat, she is extremely appreciative of her partner's gesture. After savouring the smokey tastey of the cone for a few minutes. She ashes it out what I think is my knee cap because it is now missing, but to me that matters least. I must see what happens. Doctors can't help me anyway. Gurny reaches into her apparently existant pockets and pulls out the cutest pair of reading glasses for dogs. She slowly approaches a desk to the right of her owner. Quickly sitting down and pulling out paper work and pens. A subtitled bark emits from her mouth that reads "Cray, where is your W-2?" The man doesn't break form. With a long sigh, Gurny shifts through the desk until she finds the paper. After flicking on an old radio, she proceeds to do his taxes, but not using an EZ form. Gurny turns to the camera and mentions that this is how a dog should thank their owner. Gurny does all the math, paper work, and double checks her math before pulling out her check book and paying what he owes to the government. My vision is fading, I'm losing too much blood. I have to hold out. This man must break before me. I will defeat him. I will have Gurny's love. But in all truth, I have nothing. Not even knees for you to make weak. I am what I have and always been. Darkness encroaching in my sight. Give in. He can't see, nor can the rest of world. I tell you what, it really isn't as cold as you think it will be.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
I carry my heart
Even when split
As my love monopoly is shattered
I cater to the worries of later
Tending to the blood shed
Wandering a realm of nothingness
Seeking the wrenching guilt will not descend
Buoyantly moving in
Seeking to feel the sinkhole within
Before, she loses all hope
Before she goes over the cliff with no end
Infinitely, dark, cold, and ridgid
I travel the sea
Awakening the clouds above
Mesmerized by unfulfillment
Enthralled in a daze,
She steps forward
The lily turns gold
In the valley she has found her home
Her eyes close.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
Take hold the loose and bubbling tongue.
Unfetter the ridgid, crumbling flesh
Shoved
Into the snail's shell.
Shake off the jumping fly
On the edge
Of crust and dribbling sweet.
Let the languid breath
Float free.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
I close my eyes, me ears, my mouth, my hands
And become stationary static.
A statue of an angry self-
Posing as art or decoration.
With the ridgid character of rock
I turtle myself into an imaginary shell.
The world can place itself in the gap between alone and lonely.
I need this space
To grow; so I won't deform.
To sleep without my pet demon growling in his sleep
At the foot of the bed to watch me.
I need to see the inside of something that I'm outside,
And I need you to understand:
When I hold you a little too tightly while my mouth travels
The curve of your collar bone and shoulder-
Each other's names tattooed on our bodies;
That when I say that I see you as nothing less than mine,
It means not only for now; forever.
It means until the last star has burned out and the night sky
Is pitch black and dead.
It means until everything is nothing.
When all that is was.
Take it for granted-
I breathe you, whether I laugh
Or cry.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC