"sharped" poems
Nodding, nodding 'pon thy stem,
Thou bloom o' morn; nodding, nodding
To the bees, asearch o' honey's sweet.
Wilt thou to droop, and wilt the dance o' thee
To vanish with the going o' the day?
Hath the tearing o' the air o' thy sharped thorn
Sent musics up unto the bright,
Or doth thy dance to mean anaught
Save breeze-kiss 'pon thy bloom?
Hath yonder songster harked to thee,
And doth he sing thy love? Or hath he tuned
His song of world's wailing o' the day?
Doth mom shew thee naught save thy garden's wall,
That shutteth thee away, a treasure o' thy day?
Doth yonder hum then spell anaught,
Save whirring o' the wing that hovereth
O'er thy bud to sup the sweet?
Ah, garden's deep, afulled o' fairie's word,
And creeped o’er with winged mites, where but
The raindrop's patter telleth thee His love—
Doth all this vanish then, at closing o' the day?
Anay. For He hath made a one who seeketh here,
And storeth drops, and song, and hum, and sweets,
And of these weaveth garland for the earth.
From off his lute doth drip the day of Him!
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Think you can walk on me?
Think you can walk away?
Think you can take me?
I know your darkness, honey.
I know your corners full of cobwebs and shadows,
The places within you.
Think I'm innocent and pure?
Sure.
I have not torn lace and tasted flesh,
Or sharped my fingernails on the ridges of a spine,
But I have been to hell, sweetness.
Been dragged below a grave,
Gouged wet dirt with mine,
Desperate hands scrabbling to pull me back
To rainy bitter nights.
I have lain bare and ****** on the cold stone floors, stained blue and black,
Burned beyond a breath, beyond thinking,
Beyond hope.
I've been brutalized and torn apart inside.
To compare evisceration to the blooming of a rose,
To say I've had the far away gentler time.
To think I am naive as you suppose,
That I couldn't possibly know the foreign lands
Traveled by your mute experienced hands.
Think because I ask for you I need you?
It is my nature to give, but not to take.
Not to take love when I am not offered it,
But also not to take any more ****
If you look into my eyes, do you see fear?
Of anything, in their depths?
Keep looking, search away-
You'll not find it here.
You'll see my rise and fall, my grand absurdity,
But you'll not see my obeisance
To someone who will not match me
Mile for mile,
Straight down.
I have seen hell, you see.
Gazed long and hard and deep.
Purred savage in its velvet caress-
The way you have unzipped a dress,
I have unzipped my skin
And stepped out.
So look on, look lust, look IN-
I am no white snowflake, glittering
Fragile and quick to melt and meld.
No sniveling child begging weakly to be held.
I am a rainstorm drumming on my own back,
A rhythm and reminder of the tenderness I lack,
I am a lightning strike,
Sudden focused and intense, the white
Hot touch of the phantasm immense.
I am the song of suffering and of love,
I need no substance to loose my demons,
No dizzy fiery nectar to lose my mind.
I am complete unaltered, and sublime.
I have known centuries beneath my skin,
If no one's touch,
And words of every meaning through my wanting veins
For wanting such.
And you, girl, are not worth my time.
Push her blushing into bed, raise her pulse to reeling heights,
For I have pushed the world beneath my kneading hands, and pulled the sun to night.
Ravage rashly through the silly schoolgirls that you find.
The way into a woman's soul
Is the seducing of her mind.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
A child found a book of war ,from hay where her mother and father lay dying .
From page to page she turned ,
each page of sage dripped in blood and gore .
Each page spoke of vengeance’s sharped sword ,
each page of sorrow and death ,
each page of sabered ****** hand .
Call of tyrants from mountains came to fight forever in Odin halls ..
The weavers witch spinned and cut the thread and cursed the land .
and goblets of blood of man slept till nevermore .
Spin spin tales of woe ,
Spin spin the weavers go and blood and goblits forever until
the curse is broken .
Gods poets spoke of love and peace to take the darkness that stalked
the land one bright light to guide them,
so even God in his mighty love might not judge them .
Spin the thread the tales of woe ,
Spin the weavers gold and blood ,
and goblits until the curse is broken .
And the fires burnt and furnise fired for shells of war,
that fed the cannon and muskit .
For King and country ,
For Cromwell’s army ,
to over throw the country .
Spin the thread the tales of woe ,
Spin the weavers gold and blood ,
and goblits ,
until the curse is broken .
Two lovers with beating hearts ,
one left for King and Country.
He looked
into her eyes ,
“;don’t be sad when I have gone for you’re sadness forever take you .
Then over the top to the four winds blown ,
over the top for King and country .
.” So weep beside the willow tree ,
for letters of love for me .
For where flowers grow our hearts will go ,
See the flowers they grow
beside you .
and though the trench in death you lay my heart will forever find you for a telegram man arrived today as i was picking flowers .
The girl closed the book and placed a flower in ,
then danced around a young willow tree for now the curse was broken .
Dance around the willow tree ,
plant a flower of love for me ,
for now the curse is broken.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
But lately,
I've been falling like rain,
collectively puddling at the edges of your rain boots,
splash,
your boots bright red
like my cheeks the first time we impromptu'd to the beach
because we didn't have anything better to do,
and everyone forgot us anyway.
My pants were, peach,
or maybe coral,
but rolled up enough to see the sharped edges of my ankles,
because it was what I could afford to give you,
I had lost those trimmings long ago to the world,
even though it never gave me any of my pieces back,
and speaking of,
I still have white pieces of sand in my pockets,
and maybe if I poured them out on your floor,
we could have had a beach of our very own.
And I could roll down those pants, you could change into your teal shirt,
and we might have sunbathed
in our own warmth,
glowing yellow and bright
like those little specks in your eyes
nobody ever notices,
but I knew they were there.
That's what happens when you pay attention to the details of people,
You find in them colors that are too hard to name,
but
if you have a color wheel and a pen, you can find out what they're called, and even if you can't,
you can make up your own as you go along, like;
Greasy-pizza-stain-from-the-little-shack-on-the-water-red,
and light-2009-Pontiac-G6-that-got-you-to-the-beach-when-you-had-no-place-else-to-go-grayish-blue.
You can even almost mix these
colors into paint,
and hand them out in pamphlets to all of your friends and family;
"Here's the shade of green
the leaves were on the tree she sat on with me."
"This is the shade of pink
her lips were when she said 'I love you.'"
"And here's the shade of red
I saw when I heard her say goodbye."
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
Fingers
Chew chew chew
Through string flexible cords
Of peached chalked skin,
To the roughen sharped corners of the
Piles, piles pile of papers
Cutting into my head,
********** away to my very own writers tool,
Bite to bite,
Itch, blood and sting to the nails, skin
Aye aye cries the mind,
With the heart and soul echoing along.
Tingles from white aching tingling flesh that knows
No escape from my addicted mouth,
Salvia coated causing pain to durate the hours of sleepless
Nights and un-filled days.
Bite, till my very next appointment
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 9:55 PM UTC
I screamed, but no one heard
Still as death my eyes were
Closed
My prison
Eyelashes were my bars
Concealing,
Obscured,
Silence
Only disturbed by breath,
I began to sink, the white of my eyes
"My island of purity"
Slowly washed away by the tides of
My pupils, the storm of terror
Was upon me, my fingers slipped
Each digit pealed from the bars of my eyes,
"Then all went dark"
I was lost in the nothingness,
Thoughts,
Shards,
Splicing
Up my mind, a battle raged
within, but my body was as still as death
I had demons that sharped each claw,
Cutting in my subconscious,
Tainting innocence,
Now the corrupted into horror behind
Closed doors,
I looked in vain, sweat was like
Raindrops, each fell never landing
Eternally falling, a
Noise,
Faint,
Oceans
Of thought below my feet,
I impacted beneath
Courage,
Fortitude,
Determination
Of character, as a whisper
Upon a pollen of thought, drifted
So tiny
Underestimated
Within its strength,
For words were spoken so quietly
*"The darkness is weak"*
"Nightmares have no control"
"Find your light"
"Shatter this illusion, take control"
As I hit down, light
Permeated,
Infused,
Crumbling
Under the light, oceans of pure
Thought splashed over me, fear
"Was washed off"
The bars once imprisoning became as before
As they were separated, I stood again on my island of white,
At the moment of separation,
I awoke, Darkness kept me still,
But in silence, I have the power to awaken,
Nightmares have no control, the are
Figments,
Illusions,
Misconceptions
Of the mind, that when a crack fragments,
Darkness creeps in, sleep well now, you are the
Master of your dreams, creation of fantasy
Sleep well, never let darkness consume,
Always have sweet dreams and awaken well..
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
Dear you.
You have become old,
you can make your own choices,
and no one will be there to stop you.
You have become old
and you have learnt a lot from life.
You have met a lot of people,
different hearts and characters,
and some that you loved a lot,
surely stabbed you at the back.
Some that you believed would never be away from you
were the first to proof what betryal was.
You learnt to love, care and be tolerant.
You learnt how to hate
and dislike,
you took examples from your childhood
and carried them to adolescence,
you vowed never to be like your father
and up until today you are still not like him.
You learnt how to carry you self well in public,
while standing up for yourself.
You led almost every group discussion
and you were always the up-front
person in class,
you forever said your words
and they stuck loud and clear into their hearts.
You became a rebel,
by not doing what the majority did.
You have kept your varginity up until this day,
and no form of drug has ever been diguested into you system.
You stood up against what you knew was wrong,
and you forever made things straight,
you didnt care whatever it took,
even being hated was never at any chance going to stand in your way.
You promiced yourself to be true to your own being,
you kept your diginty,
you left a smile on faces of those who felt secure around you.
You never lost confidence
and you didnt care what people thought about you.
You learnt to love,
accept,
apologise,
and forgive,
and up until this day you have forgave even that sharped knife that cut too deep.
Dear you i wrote this counting down to those few days left before you become a young adult.
I am proud of how you fought through all those trails.
You faced it all,
and no daughts have ever stood in your way.
Yours loving,
most caring,
the only comforter,
the only one that understands you.
The only one to never live your side,
the one that has always felt all the pain when you got hurt.
Yours loving friend...
MYSELF
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
Everything about me seems so wrong,
My life has a lot of twists and turns,
Pictures and moments I want to burn,
Piece of me I want to torn.
Everyone around me doesn't really care anymore,
They always thinking about their own lives and more,
Pushing you and kicking you out the door,
Saying, "You shouldn't be here, anymore."
People are ***** all the time,
They are thinking that I'm fine,
And living my whole life without a fire,
So why do you think I write this rhyme?
All the imperfections and flaws,
Is all you can see in a row,
Attacking with your neatly sharped claws,
On my body where my suicidal blood flaws.
Don't ask me why I take my life,
All of you left me one choice, and that is to fly,
Don't come too late and asking my mom why,
You know the reason why I chose to die.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
My eyes open
I'm dazed
Silence, nothing
I inhale
Clogged suction
A shivering static vibrates through me
I exhale
A short whimper
The tightness and heavy feeling strike My chest
My body stiffeness then numbs
The rustle and whiswtle turn to a dying gasp a hissing howl
My eyes close
"Where's My inhaler?"
Shifting hands like cilia feel through the dark
Panic
Adrenaline
Suddenly an L sharped item in my grasp
"Shake" "shake"
"Puff" "puff"
Exhale
Sigh
That sudden euphoria
Relaxation followed by a loss of conciousness
Sleep and dream
Waking in water
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
That smile so big like a razor
had cut open your smile from
ear to ear, It disturbs me out
looking at those teeth under a
smile black and crooked, breath
like acid rain on my senses, as
you once again exhale I am
unable to breath.
Your arms long never ending
as you reach forward, sharped
nails yellow with nicotine my
heart beats faster as I am within
your reach.
Your clothes like a ****** stinking
from a distance the closer I get my
eyes water as you once again breath,
you speak, such a gentle voice, madam
he say, with claws out reached help
if you can a man on hard times.
I go behind my mother only eight
years old, I scream go away ugly
man and my mother stops and
speaks, this is a person just like
you and me, he has hit the bottom
and with help from strangers he
may just climb a step then another
till he is on his feet.
Never judge by what you see for this
could be anyone child never disrespect
those on the streets as they could easily
be you or me.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
Dear you;
I have tried,
so hard to paint my feelings out for you;
to relinquish those delicate flowers into the raging torrents.
I have always wanted,
you to understand what I do, is for you;
I don’t have to pretend I’m not falling into your fibres and strings.
I have craved your smiles,
to know they are for me, mine for you;
I frolic along with you, hands bound and the world a riot.
I have never wanted to cry for you,
to let myself feel something so large, trembling inside a shell for you;
to feel is also to know I can hurt, wounds and scars do show.
I always was excited by you,
what you could make me sing for, praise in you;
to feel the sudden rise of temperature, soar to new ecstasies.
I have never known that I could predict words for you,
being able to moan and shape them from my tongue;
I know what they are, before you growl them out and
bite me
with those sharped teeth
and I collapse with them
buried deep within,
my head, arms, legs and in between.
Yet, there are things I have always wanted to say to you.
Things locked away, deep;
bottled and barrelled in caverns and crooks.
I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to voice them.
You make me nervous. You don’t help me wrap my tongue around them.
But maybe it’s simply me; I blunder through it all, you know me well.
I have to tell you that I’m sorry we will never be able to know
exactly who we are, together or separate;
there is no one who knows another person so intimately.
We are lovers, but I will never truly know your body like you do;
and for that I only wish to speak in answers.
Never questions.
Or I’ll be haunted by their coldness.
Take care. I love you.
At the same time I’ve already begun to miss you.
Me.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
Teeth click with a snap, fangs bared in another threat.
Fur up, hackles raised.
She's growling at ghosts now, mountain song and cracking boulders.
Hisses slice the silence up, sharped knife against paper thin.
Those eyes are wide, ruby death staring into the abyss.
Pupils so wide they hide the red, now they're sinking into slits.
That red glows, that red speaks deep.
The things that she's seen. The things that she's seen.
Lips pulled back, ears battened down.
Shoulders hunched, head lowered.
Lethal crown ready as the flowers fall one by one.
She is a monster.
She is a god.
And what are Gods if not monsters?
Those black hooves strike the ground, one single drumbeat.
Death dealers.
Scars bristle under shining fur.
Nightmare no longer monochrome.
Those teeth snap again, sharp click.
Angry sound.
Bitter beast.
Lost potential.
Lost past.
Lost soul.
She is the remainder.
The One That Endures.
The One Who Stands Still.
Remember who she once was.
She is the devourer.
She is the creator.
The waning light and the shock of lighting.
Remember what she is now.
Outsider.
Shell.
Imperfect space.
Mother.
Wanderer.
The Lost One.
The Broken Thing.
She breaks, she mends.
Trys to get better then slips again.
You can't escape the red.
Can't leave the dead.
She sees all their skeletons.
Their blood is on her hands.
In her heart.
Their voices sound in her head.
Screaming their damnation.
Screaming their pleas.
She is a nobody
And you just made a mistake
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
You are not weak just because they told you.
No!
You are made from bamboo and sunlight
So stand tall and be not swayed by the storms.
You can be a queen without a king,
A goddess without a god,
And a spear with a poisonous head.
Fight.
Fight those who try to take away your existence,
For you have survived chaos
and you have been sharped by your praying soul.
Hold the pen and write your own story.
And when they try to tell you that you look like someone they knew,
Tell them their eyes are not even enough to take a look at you.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
I grow gardens between my thighs
and bloom roses red like rubies.
My spine is lined with barbed wire for those who dare to climb me.
I bleed rivers of deadly nightshade
and sharped thorns between my shoulders.
Every inch of this golden body is dripping in amber honey.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC
take me back from now
if only there were a way how
i could escape this pain i call a life
a way to escape this pain and strife
where my only release is a sharped knife
take me back to when
your voice saying my name caused words to collide
your hand in mine never broke my stride
now all i'm left with is this dented pride
and my lips
don't know how to smile
and all the while
you sit by her side
drinking in my soul
as i sink deeper into this hole
our 'love' has made
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
It won't be long, darling,--
till you're back in my life
I know we ended things
on bad terms,
You rented my face
out to a couple of
black eyes;
Told me rent was due
and tore my body in two,
Said it would be better
if I never left the house
and stayed home;
playing nurse to you
and me all day long
I was in the wrong,
so I turned to alcohol,
my acoustic guitar
and started writing songs
After what seemed like
better days rather than
bitter moments, you brought
home someone new,
A skeleton she was,
but you assured it was
just for a few months
What say did I have in the matter?
Night after night,
I could hear you both
groan and murmur
like the walls of
an old mansion;
and every now and then
a ghost would moan
and I'd bury my head
into my knees and sink
further into the darkness
I wanted out,
but it was now
two against one,
and so my body
was contorted, bent
and bruised;
I was the poor
man's exorcist
It wasn't till you both
started fighting, decided
to get married and have
a honeymoon in Hawaii
did I realize that something
terrible was growing in me
I sharped everything
I could find in the house,
knives, razors; hell,
even turned a child's
bat into a vampire's
worst nightmare
and when you two got home,
I let you have it,
the walls still speak
of your silly antics,
mortal
and futile,
as though you were
born insects but
took the form of
strong, confident humans
I put an end to all that
at a moment's notice
I'm on the run now,
but I know deep down
it won't be long till we meet again
You'll be back in my life, darling
and that's a promise
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
So i wanna die. I want to do it now, and i dont want it to be painful. Im crying cause i didnt wanna say goodbye to you. You are the only good thing that ever happened to me. Im sitting on my bed wondering how sharped a knife has to be to penetrate my chest and take my pain away. I dont have any more pill or i would throw it all inside of me and pray for it to work. The tears are painful and im feeling the pressure on my lungs. Claiming for death. I hope that in the middle of the night, with the silence from the streets, I will be brave enough to finish it.
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC