"riping" poems
sitting in this mass of humanity
recalibrating.
sorrows unfolding
joys riping.
easy to judge
easy to dismiss.
difficult to be
compassionate.
difficult to see
everyone as yourself.
the illusion
shifting & changing.
tears and laughter
that is all one can do.
ever the duality
of nature.
ever following
natural laws.
resisting,
going against the flow.
only brings struggle
and difficulty.
surrendering to
it all.
moving along
in the flow.
breath comes
easy.
breath comes
deeply.
softening a
stance.
understanding a
glance.
easing your heart
melting your hurt.
the sun shines above
the pine trees sway in the breeze.
all moves along
as it is meant to be.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Individuality
Crescens
As a riping
Moon cheeks
Blossom
At the Infinite
Cosmic Winds
Caressing
Your Particles
Sometimes
I see She winks
At me reminding
Myself of Others
Who percieve
The same
Sensations
You're not other than me
I have touched the
Astronaut's Space
Suit
My beloved
Neverland
Was intrigued and
Fascinated with
The Exhibition
And one
Sputnik
Was a Cute Cat
And The Real One
Was dangling
From The Ceiling
Surprisingly
Awesome at
Dimensions
As Children's
Antigravital
Balloons
Are
Destined to
Take off
Sooner or Later
These Beautiful
Reminders For
Artists's
First Lessons
in Projection
Ad Infinitum
A
Precise
Pretty
Focus
On
Flying Objects
Restored
On the Canvas
Of Our Conscience
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
IT ******* HURTS. IT ALWAYS ******* HURTS. I AM IN THIS ROOM DRY HEAVING BECAUSE IT ******* HURTS. I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU THEN I ******* LEFT. I AM ALWAYS LEAVING THE PEOPLE I SHOULDN'T. IT ******* HURTS AND I CAN'T BREATHE BECAUSE I CAN HAVE YOU BUT I DON'T ******* WANT YOU. I DON'T WANT YOU TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE BIG ******* DISASTER THAT I AM. I WANT MORE FOR YOU THAN I WANT FOR MYSELF. IS THAT LOVE? I ******* LOVE YOU MORE THAN I WILL EVER LOVE MYSELF AND IT ******* HURTS. I AM FULL OF FEELINGS THAT I CAN'T ******* GET OUT. I KEEP ON REPLAYING OUR LAST WORDS TO ONE ANOTHER LIKE A ******* LOVE SONG IN MY HEAD. WE WERE NOT A ******* LOVE SONG AND WE WERE NOT ART AND WE WERE NOT BEAUTIFUL. WHAT WERE WE? WE WERE A ******* CATASTROPHE. WE WERE TRAGEDY. IT ******* HURT WHEN WE COLLIDED. I COLLAPSE IN AGONY BECAUSE THE THOUGHT OF YOU ******* HURTS. I FEEL MY BODY CRUMBLING FROM THE GRIEF LIKE A SOGGY CARD BOARD BOX LEFT IN THE RAIN. IT ******* HURTS SEEING YOUR SMILE SHATTER ON EVERY FLOOR, WALL, DOOR, WINDOW, AND MIRROR IN MY MIND. I AM RIPING MY SKIN TO SHREDS AND WRECKING THIS ROOM BUT THE THING THAT ******* HURTS IS YOU.
IT ******* HURT BEFORE WE CRASHED INTO EACH OTHER.
IT ******* HURT WHEN WE FELL IN LOVE.
AND IT ******* HURTS NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE.
It hurts.
It will always ******* hurt.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
Enveloping darkness
clusters around me,
leaving me sightless, soundless -
My chest wishes to burst open for the only thing left is
the slow clutch of my grieving hand
riping away the dead flesh
that surrounds my fleeing heart
and crushes my hollow bones
so darkness can eat away the warmth
that slowly pumps away -
fading into a steady buzz,
leaving me dead... I'm gone.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
Your soul has changed
with years
riping as a pint
of a dark foamed ale
perhaps
you
love
yourself
More now then
ever did you
communicate
with girls
back then
Universal
Primal
Shame
Unwanted
Foolishness
I'm sorry I didn't saw
this
Coming
Handsome
Confident Male
Before
Mind
Control
Takes
fibers
over
our
fible
unsecure
emotions
Yesterday
Years
After
This
Club
Party
We
Are
Both
Old souls
Encountering
Young Nights
Opening our Hearts
With tongues
In our caves
Excalibur
Was your
Chest
As a Chess
Position
pressed
near
my
being
still enemies
Opening of
our
. . . . .
Occured
As
An
AsanA
Surprise
Entrance for me
a speck of
recognition
your
serene
poetic
dark locks
laser beam look
Then your
momentary
deliberate
act
to merge
tighter
with
my
body
rubbing
against my
cat bra
Exit for you
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
She feels the sweat,the heavyness of a body against hers, the weight holding her down, she wakens from watever was in the cloth that was put over her nose and realizes that a man is on top of her a man is doing this to her, he is riping at her clothes, tearing at everything she has, gettin inside and pushing and pushing himself all the way, she tries to cry out and fight but it is no use, she panics and everything clicks, she is getting ***** some man is in her own home ****** her, he never looks at her never once looks down, he keeps griping her tighter and tighter as he releases everything, she feels the sweat of his brow hit her check, or maybe its just her tears, He whisper"don't say a word, or i'll just do it again, but even if you do noone will believe you". He leaves her alone in her bedroom, noone herd her or him, her family was home but nothing, she gets a shower and wonders at 13 and in her own home. How? Why?
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
Choose.
You must pick.
Which life to save.
You....................................or......................................Her
My mind quakes before these words.
In an internal struggle,
To choose which to keep.
You....................................or......................................Her
My arms merciless reach for a word.
Right stretches for You.
Left stretches for Her.
You....................................or......................................Her
My body and spirit,
Cannot withstand the onslaught.
I must choose.
You....................................or......................................Her
The abyss for me.
The abyss for her.
The abyss for us.
Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 7:30 PM UTC
The guitar sounds off the mic
Open air outside , a quiet room awaits
Warm breeze silently enters
And she stands there
Mesmerized by him
For the music produces love
the vibrations of strings touch my soul like a a million duffel bags
o where Im I going with this rhyme
I am inspired by my love , by my hate , or by anything this thought creates
To touch flat bottom or fly away in space
I am as calm as the still winter sky
From my smoke you can always tell god is my giving tale.
I can describe one particular event with this man
where we went into space
And it sounded like neil young riping away my soul, Every single note a little further away, pure ecstasy flyes me away
uncotrolable movement of the soul
Dance of the gods
Of pure feeling
Of love.
Music , the love our soul creates , the true voice of the soul
Where on does not find the meaning , but the feeling
Love it takes me away.”
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
In my heart l felt ur throbs like water drop in the winter so sober the breeze blew from inside and you held me in between linger and staying forever bcus its riping you apart but how love wrapped you up in sudden warms is amazing like sunlight In my heart you died into empty echoes but love made this clarion call that waked up ur spirit again
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Sometimes saying yes is easier than saying no and because of that, I can’t call myself a victim.
I didn’t technically say yes, but I technically didn’t say no.
What happened was that he leaned into me closely and he whispered in my ear what he had been planning to do to me.
The ways that he had dreamed of riping apart my body limb by limb.
How he would take his time on each and every inch of my body until I was unable to move and how it would be so intense my body would still shake for hours afterwards.
To him, it sounded like a fantasy. To me, it sounded like a massacre.
My heart started to race and my blood grew cold.
My veins filled with the blasting sound of sirens that couldn’t seem to make it past the concrete that had filled my throat.
I couldn’t say no.
I couldn’t say anything.
I doubted that my body would be left shaking because my body froze so quickly that I couldn’t move any part of it at all.
He began to tear my clothes as though it was Christmas and my body was the present under the tree that he had been waiting months to get his hands on.
Maybe I should have felt like a present, maybe it should have made me feel wanted.
But I didn’t feel wanted and I didn’t want to be a present.
I wanted to be coal. I wanted to be tossed aside and thrown out
I didn’t realize it would only be a matter of time before that happened too.
I won’t go into depth about how precisely he carried out every detail of his plan.
I won’t describe too thoroughly how his hands felt like sandpaper as he threw me around the room and how the saliva coming off of his tongue felt like acid burning my body with each and every taste that he took of me.
I won’t recount how many bite marks and bruises were left on my body the same way that skid marks are left on a road when somebody is trying to escape the scene of a crime too quickly.
What I will tell you though is that only real sandpaper was strong enough to get the feeling of his hands off of my body.
I’ll tell you that I can’t even close my eyes without seeing his lure down at me with a look that’s ignited by fires of pure desire and a hunger for stripping away last traces of innocence.
I’ll tell you that my clothes from that day were torn into shreds smaller than the pieces of shattered glass that fell to the floor as I broke every mirror inside of my house so that I wouldn’t have to look at myself again and feel the disgust of that day.
Pure, unfiltered, deathly disgust.
Enough to cause the acid in my stomach to rise into my mouth as I lean over toilet seats and sit on the shower floor with water so hot beating down on me as I pray that it melts the skin right off of my bones.
Disgust.
Disgust that I was over there. Disgust that I couldn’t see this coming.
Disgust that I had put myself in this position. Disgust that my body froze instead of deciding to fight.
I froze. I was frozen.
To call myself a victim just doesn’t seem fair.
With a body full of bricks and a throat filled with concrete I was frozen,
And I couldn’t say no.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC