"seap" poems
How can you even start to express to someone that you want to watch yourself bleed...
That you want to rip open your own skin and feel the warmth trickel down you body.
Watching it seap out of you and slide across your skin.
How do you explain that this is a craving stronger then you could ever describe and ever so hard to resist.
That this red liquid is able to quench your metaphorical thirst for emotional relief.
How can you explain that that it helps...
That in some twisted way the pain makes everything hurt less.
How do you explain to them that it scares the living hell out of you,
That this is something you can do to yourself,
That this is something you want to do to youself.
The knowing that even after so many years you still crave it,
And you don't think you will ever stop craving it.
How can you explain to them that you don't want them to think you're crazy.
That it just hurts too much for you to bare.
That you are trying to bare it but the pain you feel inside is too much.
That the fact that you can't see this pain scares you,
that others can't see your pain scares you,
That you don't even understand this pain scares you.
And maybe this is why you crave watching yourself bleed.
It's a pain you can see,
A pain that others can see,
A pain you can understand,
But now that you see the pain you understand that you don't want others to see it.
Because how could you even beguin to explain.
How could I ever beguin to expain to you that I want to watch myself bleed...
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
As He And I take a dip into each others solar eclipse
He sips from my faucet that drips
and not the one located between my thick thighs and hips
but from the truth that flows from the softness of my lips.
In that moment he Indulged in Truth's kiss.
As he was overcamed by a state of bliss.
Thats when He knew That God must Exist.
Now to him I say this.......
"Lets Go beyond Us
As I allow you Undress my Conscious
Make love to my thoughts
As you diminish my distraughts
Lick my intelligence to taste the saccharine nectar of my Essence
As I give you this mental ********
You will be headed in the right direction
And there will be no need for a ****** for our protection
Just dive into my purely unadulterated love and affection
Make your understanding stand at attention
Stick your knowledge in my head's dimension.
Giving me all its been missing
as I not only hear but Inventively listen.
Love me good and so deep
That upon me your heart begins to seap
And My my eyes begin to weap
Make my cerebellum ****** until it reaches its peak.
Keep going deeper until you hear all the words I dont speak.
Have you found the Subtance in which you seek?
See into the depths of my soul until you see A light of shimmering glittering Gold.
Touch my psyche with a gentle caress.
Until you uncover the glory of my nakedness.
now its spiritual fire burning with Red hot flames from within inscreasing my soul's desire.
I let him see the quintessential part of me that in just a short time I had courageously bared.
And He allowed me to breathe in the fresh air from his atmosphere
As I tasted his words like freshly cut herbs
And He explored all my bountiful roads to learn all my turns and curves
As he Disect my unwritten literature to understand my creative verbs.
We fly beyond the clouds like 2 lovebirds.
I have become the many pages of his diary
As he shares his most private moments between him and me so secretly.
I feel like my my world is being pulled into his force of gravity.
And yet the question I ask is,"Is he into me?"
But I can already answer that by his his energy.
While he's staring into my eyes endlessly.
My universe has been shaken by the waves of his charismatic frequency.
As we are luxuriating in our Unfiltered Raw level of Intimacy.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC
Collating rain drops on the window
can I just say its beautiful,
creating a pattern, feeling of safety at home.
Amazement of the drops being separate,
then how it forms into a pool together as one
How individual rain drops have colours,
trying to stand out before they fall.
We are like these rain drops,
we shine before we fall,
We pool together as a community,
We also fall serperate away from it all.
Just like these raindrops we are on the other side,
Looking out instead of in it,
looking through instead of seeing,
gliding on the windows with the feeling of no meaning.
But just like these raindrops we can pool together,
to seap through the window,
to create a puddle,
In a gloomy world.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
I think if I hurt enough.
I could write forever.
The blood is the words on the page.
With all names drawn in the skin of every girl or soul or body I've written in.
I'm just trying to make something beautiful. Make something that makes me happy.
Seeing these people in the world I live.
I know it's not real.
I know that I'm just music in flux but a different metal designed into the fabric of complexes sewn into the crystals.
I can't sniff from my nose now. Cuz I'm 26
That's too old.
Not old enough to die.
And you're never old enough to die. Nor young enough to live.
Beer by beer we walk the streets in new lights.
All the cities offer new drains to seap into and breathe damp clusters of anathema.
Gaining asthma.
The loss from living is your lungs.
Breathing in is worth the pain of the silica of sniffing the grass spicules after a rain.
Chewing our way through cellulose and evolution of carnassials.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
his bed was cold
and made of tombstone
and his sheets were starchy and made my skin crawl..
but
i still layed in the grave he dug for me
and
i shut off the lights in my head
And I sealed my eyelids shut with ice
so the rivers of emotion wouldn't seap through.
he had bought my skin for the night
he had bought my soul
so I layed there
trying to dream up an excuse to escape the reality of his skin on mine
and
In my dream
I had built a house
a really pretty house
out of sticks and stones that can't break my bones
and in a place where the sun always shined
but now that I'm waking up
the woods rotting and there's maggots in the floor boards
from all the girls innocence that you murdered here
and all the walls and doors that I built up
you tore down
how am I supposed to hide
from a monster like you
In a place reduced to wood chips..?
And now since all the ***** hit the fan
and youre six feet under my skin
do you mind telling me
why you call your bed your tombstone
while you're very much alive and breathing
and i'm the one left dead?
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
I am awake, living
I can hear the birds outside my rusted window,
I open my eye, cheek squished against my pillow
I catch a glance of the world outside these 4 walls that hold the fluctuation of emotions inside of me
" Another day ", I think to myself.
The smell of coffee brewing gives me the will to crawl out of bed,
The element of living, how rare for the average human being
The warmth of my home reminds me of the small blessings life has given me,
As the days pass me, I peel off the callus that has surrounded my heart,
I have been given another chance. A new opportunity.
I sip my coffee,
Ah, the warmth on my lips,
I feel it seap down my throat burning just enough for me to enjoy it,
" I am whole again".
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 10:39 AM UTC
Oh honey, you're so juvenile,
But even with your childish ways,
You cannot bare a smile.
Oh honey, you made me weep,
But now not a drop of remorse
do I seap.
Oh sweetheart, you play your game,
But what from this
do you gain?
You made me chuckle, you made me cry,
But now all I do is wonder why?
now your absence makes me dance,
because oh, honey ***
I am no longer in your trance.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC
Maybe the reasons are multitudes of many
Maybe the purpose of this path connecting is far too grand for just one thing
Maybe the worlds apart come close
Wrap in rhyme and swallowed in rhythm
To show this little girl that there is more then this
Maybe
Maybe this intertwined time is to guide the blind and haphazard to really see that which has been right in front of her eyes
Maybe that is what this is all for
You see me in my broken disconnect
Fighting to hide the hurt that lies deep behind my eyes
Passionate disconnect is still disconnected
Piecing back the pieces, with jagged edges and not enough glue
Maybe that's you
The sticky, free-flowing magic that's quickly filling in all the in betweens
The little light leaks that let the great seap
To all the wrong places
What does it feel like to be filled up?
Teach me to top off my overflowing cup
Feed me and my starving mind
Show me that true love is real
Help me explore the rest of this divine
I've waited so long to truly feel
This
My mind is ignited in a new creative flow
Doors blown open to let me
wander, or maybe I'll follow
Where ever you may go
A true love story grander then my imagination could create on my own
Maybe this is what I've been waiting for
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
I gave him so much importance.
I felt it to be so special - calling him.
That time.
Something I used to do from my place.
From far away.
From a different station.
He loved me - I thought.
He might be living me.
Or may be not..
I don't know..
I want a heart that holds mine
gently and lovingly-
for independence to live in,
for love to seap in,
for sadness to die,
for rivers to sound right,
for gloomy days to glow,
for darkness to blow,
for the air to sing
of how sparrows swing,
how dead autumn leaves ain't signifying love
and true lovers always rise above
the ridges, the pitholes,
the ditches below
the anger
and disappointments mellow.
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
Young, is what we all were at some point.
Growing rapidly is what our parents say.
Boy meets girl.
Girl meets boy.
They become friends.
Then become more than friends.
Three years later celebrated prom.
Hurray!!!
Year after that Graduation.
They get lost into college and find other fish in the sea.
Decades later A high school reunion.
young is what they were. middle aged is what they are now.
Boy finds girl, and the girl finds the boy.
Tears of joy seap out of their eyes as they hug.
Tighter and tighter.
The bond is strong!
when years turn decades.
Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 2:31 AM UTC
You are my sleepless nights
You're my 2 am cigarette
I lay myself down and you seap in
Your sent lingers in my pillows
And wakes my soul as it travels through..
Your eyes branded on the walls around
They watch as you tear through my tired body
I feel your smile sending twisted chills to all nerve endings
You run marathons inside my head as I try to still...
And I give in to you
Staring at the ceiling watching the time pass feeling the sleepless nights rising with the sun
Your the ringing in my ears when all is silent
You're all of the mistakes I want to make
But until I meet you.
You'll remain just another sleepless night ceiling staring dying to dream and rest my eyes
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 5:36 AM UTC
There a piece of me that's missing
I'm not sure how to begin
but there a piece of me missing
It's lost with no way to retrieve it
It's missing in the endless sea that is me
trying to be someone i'm not
I've gotten so lost
I feel like I've just tossed
my life right out of the window
there's a piece of me missing
I can feel my heart break as I breathe
all the while the world keeps turning
and the piece of me keeps yearning
forever lost in the sea that is me
do we ever look deeper
deep enough to see
what's missing inside you and me
there's a piece of me missing
I can't but weep
let a little tear seap
to grieve the lost
of something so pure
that I feel has been thrown on the floor
there's a piece of me missing
as my heart beats louder
and memories become cloudier
there a piece of me missing
do you ever look inside
truly deeply inside
or are you scared of what you will find ?
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
Three hundred miles of skin displayed upon its honorable division
layered upon the fray
bring me in.
I never once knew your kind
they stayed among the corners of rye
Yet I hope to seap you in
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
What did we now speak,
For all this world hears,
Waht did we now keep,
For the surrounding bears,
With me this wound deep,
Afar within, of this pace,
That ever solemnity ponders,
What we shall seap and lace,
Is it Hope!!!
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 1:33 AM UTC
I shuffled into the decades old building
The dark velvety purple chairs lined up
The smell of oil and dust from the books stacked up in symmetrical rows seap into the four corners of the room
The walls were supposed to make you feel hope and comfort
But not on that day, not ever again since 2010
"Put your head down" my mother whispered strictly into my ear
As we collectively pass the opened church doors
But being the stubborn Taurus I am
I had to look up out of curiosity
Despite my mother's firm grip trying to keep my neck down
Beyond the aisle separating the two sides of the church she lied
In her delicate creamy white casket
Her eyelids closed shut for her mahogany irises will never be seen again
Her slightly chapped lips in a tight line
I'll never hear her nicknames for me
Those lips will never part
The mornings with salty noodles and streaming phineas and ferb
The afternoons watching judge Judy
The reading together, the joking around
Gone
Gone
Gone
For the great aunt I share those moments with lies helplessly in a casket soon to be buried
Only I have those memories now
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
Maybe we could Blood
And let the Blood
Bleed.
Yes, we want to sleep,
Let the dreams seap in
Till we're sleeping deep.
How we want to cry
And let the tears drain us,
To the sand the sun stains us,
Till we're less than rust.
Till we're nothing more than thought
And less than caught
Ever something more than naught.
Never severed from blood
Wether below above
I can't send my love.
Mediums Water never Mud.
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC