"shhhh" poems
You call me
She, Her, Daughter, Girl
Shhhhh...
You speak with a blind mouth,
Look at me, see me
She isn't me,
Only a fantasy that you clutch till your knuckles grow pale.
I am not broken, I am free
But you hide behind a veil
Afraid to finally let go of...
Long hair, Lipstick, Lace dress
You question each time I show you my truth,
"Are you trying to hide your femininity?"
No, my femininity is simply not my definition.
Spend a day in my skin, in my cage,
And don't cry when the words start to pierce you like daggers,
Shhhh... Stay silent, don't worry, it's just a phase.
Now do you see that "She" just doesn't make sense?
You speak to me but your voice seems distant,
Bouncing off of me and echoing
Like I am the hollow statue of the girl you used to see.
"I am right in front of you, you know"
But my words are only heard when they come from her lips.
Do you see me now?
Mother, Children, Wife, Woman
A silent prayer each night for all the things I am not,
Stomach swollen, hair to my waist
The glow of an expecting mother on my face.
Curves, not edges,
Pink, not blue.
Delicate hands grasping the man who stands in my place.
Do you see me now?
Pants swollen, hair to my brow,
Along my jaw,
Down my legs,
Sprouting from my toes.
Do you see me now?
Bulged, Buzzed, Boy
Blood on my sheets, not between my legs
Stained by the girl who lies in her place
Fresh coat of gel and cologne,
Swirls of shaving cream.
Bare chest, Burning skin
Twitch of an Adam's apple when breath comes short,
Nervous fidgets with a tie,
tick tock,
"Pick me up at eight"
"Treat her right" "I will sir"
"Will you be my..."
"You're going to be a father!"
"You are the best daughter we could have asked for"
...."Son" I whispered.
But you didn't hear,
Please tell me
Do you see me now?
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
the urban ecosystem
breeds the urban beast;
the two-legged feral brute
they board their clockwork motorcages
the young ones in predatious packs
the old, too weathered to care
animal autonomy
born from sweatshop routines
i imagine myself
as a metropolitan jane goodall
observing and assimilating
taking note of the cacophony of
hoots and and hollers
the city-born mating calls
the high-topped courtship dances
******* civility born from enslaved mindsets
a young, dark-skinned boy
let's rhyme flow freeformed
to the rhythm of a young girls dancing feet
stomps and claps excite the celebration
of abandoned social etiquette
and of my foreign presence
i resemble some exotic missing link
a mix of this, that and the other
my skin, a rare quilt
and this draws more attention
than a gold-dusted african queen
i place myself in the back
peering through the windows of this transit jungle
feeling my heart skip beats
boom...boom...shhhh...
i must've left my rhythm in my other heritage
because i can't catch the ancient flow
but my neck leads my head in bobs
my brain rattles with old soul memories
and i see these young folks on the train
held back by centuries of black struggle
but forever rejoicing in african pulse
forever embodying our ancestoral pride
and i think, how peculiar
on the outside looking in like a fishbowl
exiled from my own brown-skinned tribe
with my oppression fitted like a glove
my blackness a mere disguise
my blackness camouflage
my blackness
not quite
black
enough
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
*Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.*
Depression of Science
Believe in possible
achieve the probable
accept the inevitable
laws are boundaries..
*Oh, those sprinkle's shards
they hug the lamplight so?*
Possible, they believe me
Laws, condor, deceiving...
Fate enviable acceptance
-evening
Akha, Okto, Echo, Eight-
*Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.*
Was it one or eight?
I
ate
One
then
Eight?
118
1118
1118
11118
111118
8
**Shhhh...you hear that?
...there's something in the closet...**
it's like a
ant on crack
a ant on
Crack
it's like a
ant on crack
a ant on
ANT ON CRACK
nano,
-Crack
it's like a
ant on crack
ANT ON CRACK
ant on
Crack
ant on
Crack
ant on
Crack
ant on
Crack
it's like a
ANT ON CRACK
..fingertips in heaven
Heaven's a construct,
by a carpenter and a drywaller....
and a painter...
Controlled by
Home's Despotism
*Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.*
*Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.*
*Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.
Bouncy, swirly, colors see me.*
it's like a
* ANT ON CRACK *
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
I am afraid to express myself to the world because of unnecessary judgment.
Afraid to be captured by demons but they're already inhabited inside my mind, body, and soul.
so what am I hiding from?
I'll be judged regardless.
The demons are already here and I'm afraid they know all my deep dark secrets
but shhhh.........
deep down in my spirit I feel as though there is something much more scary than a couple demons and judgment.
I think its those thing called "friends"
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
THE CONSTELLATION OF THE GIRL FROM WALLA-WALLA
I lick her lifeline
"Oh I can see you are
going to have a wet wet life!"
she watches the tip of
my tongue crawl along her heart line
"You will have many many kisses!"
she sips her fine wine
laughs...munches
sweet onions
all I say
comes true right away
guess I got it right
cute girl from
Walla-Walla sleeping
just up against the Pacific Ocean
"Shhhh..!" says the Pacific Ocean
as it watches over
her sleep
I place DayGlo stars
on all her extremities
she becomes her own constellation
the constellation of
the Girl From Walla-Walla
being looked after by a specific Ocean
"Walla-Walla!"
the waves call to her
but she's lost inside a dream
"Are you really a real Walla-Wallan?"
I ask of her
"Yep!" she grins "I'm the real thing!"
"The only Walla-Wallan
I knew before I knew you
was a girl in a book!"
I turn the snow-dome
up-side d-own
watch it snow forever
I remember her
letter telling me
of a snowstorm she once knew
"I took a little of the snowstorm
put it in the fridge so
it could melt in July."
"The snow storm had never met
a July before
so this was its big chance!"
"When the left-over snowstorm
finally got to meet its July
it cried itself into oblivion!"
"...here. . ." her letter
pauses for ever
outside snow falls now
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC
I'm a midnight sneak,
At Google I'll peek,
My eyes grow round and glow,
It's well after midnight, you know,
I'll filch some treats,
Addictions need sweets,
I'm quite house trained,
Computer feeds my brain,
All alone in this darkened room,
Stalking through Google's runes,
Is that five am to prowl?
Shhhh, I'm insomniac midnight Owl!
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
Resolution lies in our hands
but these hands are
Dropping bombs
and taking lives
Step back. Look UP.
how senseless it all seems
in my little apartment on main street
But
I feel a crumbling soul beneath me;
an angry mother, a scared caregiver.
trying to tell us something
Shhhh…
Can you hear her?
Can you be silent for just one moment?
two at the most!
And listen
She is sick
She is tired
She is gazing at us
through ocean eyes
glazed with disappointment
yes thats you,
Disappointing.
and she knows
all too well,
she is taking her final breaths
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
I read him one of my poems
He complemented my mechanics
And although part of me laughed
Wondering how he heard me breathe the commas
Heard my spelling bee winner's letter placement
Still
The notion stuck
Steadfast
Push-pinned in my memory
In the neglected space where kind gestures live
I told him how I appreciated it
I should've told him
Boy no no
You don't understand
My mechanics need fixing
No not my grammar boy
I should've told him to volunteer
Sweet boy
I know hands are easier to work with than words
Touch me with both
Shhhh sweet boy
Fix me with your good nature
Let it wash over me
Wash away my grime
You needn't a good speaking voice
But a good intention
Warming arms
To thaw me
Couldn't hurt
But sweet boy
Too bad
We all grow sick of licorice
And I broke you
Like the mantelpiece momma told me not to play around
I broke you
For a less sweet boy
With a politician tongue
And words soaked in muddy motives
I broke you
Hardened you
Into a less sweet boy
With a polititia- err
Salesman tongue
And words soaked in muddy motives
I left you
Gone with the wind
You were the Rett
In the search for my Ashley
But he broke me
Like the soldiers countenance heading to combat
He left me
Wondering
Where all the sweet boys could have gone
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Center of attraction, captured -by your attention
When you sing that way...
Mini-dress and a bolo, actin' like your solo.
And now you're looking my way?
You got something, -mesmerize, make-up 'round your eyes
You wanna dance Baby, -is it TIME?
Yeah, Girl!
My heart's goin' to ruin,
Yeah, Girl
I'm acting like I'm cool -n
You're making it hard, -I imagine my arms
Are wrapping you up tight.
Yeah, Girl
You shine and you're the one,
Yeah, Girl
The way you dress-up like the Sun?
-turn heads of all the Fellas
Did you ever think that I'm gonna be your boy tonight?
Yeah, Girl
shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!
Staring at you now, **** you're so fine...
And the way you move?
I'll put on my two, -step, dance on my boots and...
hold on you on The Line.
Baby, let's go out, ain't no reason to doubt,
If you wanna know if I wanna go, -make you mine?
You found that boy you know, -is right!
Yeah, Girl
If you wanna know if I wanna go, -make you mine?
shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl
My heart's goin' to ruin,
Yeah, Girl
I'm acting like I'm cool and...
You're making it hard, -I'm wishing my arms
Were wrapping you up tight.
Yeah, Girl
You shine and you're the one,
Yeah, Girl
The way you dress-up like the Sun,
-Ain't thinking about it, come on don't doubt it,
Yeah, Girl
And if you wanna know if I'm gonna be your boy tonight?
shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl
Come and take a little ride with me
Yeah, Girl
I'm gonna spend a little time with you
Yeah, Girl
I'm going to hold you like you're mine, and uh
oh, oh, oh...
Yeah, Girl
I'm gonna bring the stars down for you
Yeah, Girl
You know you make the Sun jealous
Yeah, Girl
Turning heads of all the Fellas,
Yeah, Girl
And if you wanna know if I'm gonna be your boy tonight?
shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl
I'm acting like I'm chilling,
You're making it hard, -I'm wishing my arms
Are wrapping you up tight.
Yeah, Girl
Yeah, Girl
You shine and you're the One,
Yeah, Girl
The way you dress-up like the Sun,
-Ain't thinking about it, come on don't doubt it,
Yeah, Girl
And if you wanna know if I'm gonna be your boy tonight?
shhhh...
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl!
Yeah, Girl
Come and take a little ride with me
Yeah, Girl
I'm gonna spend a little time with you
Yeah, Girl
I'm going to hold you like you're mine, and uh
Yeah, Girl
I'm gonna bring the stars down for yah!
Yeah, Girl
You know you make the Sun jealous
Yeah, Girl
Turning heads of all these Fellas,
Yeah, Girl!
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
two little ugly creatures
astride me shhhh-oulders
residers and deniers,
opinion~haters,
into each ear, they whisper~creep,
do don't do don't you'll be sorry,*
***never~good~enough~
and~you~know~it***
*never in uni~sons,
now look how sorry~sad you are...
dear old dad
when done with the outside torturing,
slip right in and down the ear canal,
up to the brain, thought~mongers,
(what's a monger anyway?)
the voices of my depression,
you can't, you couldn't, you lose,
yo yo you lost you are o v e r,
my body snatched, my past erasing,
turn me into mongrel,
half~man, half~dead
a monger-el,
a contemptible god,
contempted, contemptible
that's the word refrain
of the men in my head*
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
I stand here on a street corner,
daisy dukes and fish nets,
my favorite Metallica crop top
floating up on moonlit skin.
Monster truck inching close,
breath pacing through the city streets,
I walk to the edge of his dark lair
to bite any hesitation.
With curt words and close heads
I smell the whiskey in his breathe.
Pulling into the alley's grip,
I let him lead and grit my teeth.
"Shhhh, I won't get busted again."
the whiskey whispers against my ear,
"Don't make a peep."
Then I'm not sure if it's man or whiskey
who turns me around in callused hands.
He spits first,
entering with a grunt,
and my hands slide down the window with each ******
5 minutes.
I horn honks in the distance, long and mad,
as whiskey man unloads on my back,
along with his long, satisfied growl.
That's it, with a reluctant 20 bucks,
and I'm back biting the wind.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
HEY YOU!! Yes you c:
I think your beautiful and i love you
No... i know your beautiful and i love you c:
No seriously ....I love you :) nomatter how you look like
I love you nomatter how fat or skinny you are
I Care about you :) you can talk to me about anything
Because i love you :)
Shhhh hush... stop crying ,.im here if you need to talk i. Will listen and cheer you up.
Please…stop crying … i love you :)
If you cry… ill cry… you dont want that do you?
your better than this you beautiful human being c:
Im here for you ♥ talk to me♥
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
To the girl who sits at the opposite end of the classroom,
Tonight you look so beautiful with your make up and your sari and your hair,
I've also seen you in ***** jeans and an old T-shirt and early morning hair; and Oh You look so beautiful!
To the girl who sits at the opposite end of the classroom,
It was always about something that you wore,
I'm not talking about your clothes and I'm not talking about your hair,
It's about you wearing the most genuine smile I have ever seen in my life.
To the girl who sits at the opposite end of the classroom,
When you smiled, I smiled,
When you cried, my heart jumped up and pleaded, "Do something about it!"
And my head said, "Shhhh. She doesn't know you exist, let her friends take care of her!"
And as usual I made the mistake of listening to my head rather than my heart,
To the girl who sits at the opposite end of the classroom,
When you sat next to me during a random presentation,
My palms became sweaty, I was nervous, I was awkward, It.Was.Embarrassing.
And at the end of the presentation when you got up to leave and you turned around and said, "S*****, you're funny",
YOU KNEW MY NAME!
It was the best day of my life.
To the girl who sits at the opposite end of the classroom,
When I get old and I'm on my deathbed, I will forget,
I will forget the stairs, the canteen, the classrooms, the teachers, the friends,
I will forget everything,
I will forget me,
But I won't forget you.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 4:49 AM UTC
THE CONSTELLATION OF THE GIRL FROM WALLA-WALLA
I lick her lifeline
"Oh I can see you are
going to have a wet wet life!"
she watches the tip of
my tongue crawl along her heart line
"You will have many many kisses!"
she sips her fine wine
laughs...munches
sweet onions
all I say
comes true right away
guess I got it right
cute girl from
Walla-Wall sleeping
just up against the Pacific Ocean
"Shhhh..!" says the Pacific Ocean
as it watches over
her sleep
I place DayGlo stars
on all her extremities
she becomes her own constellation
the constellation of
the Girl From Walla-Walla
being looked after by a specific Ocean
"Walla-Walla!"
the waves call to her
but she's lost inside a dream
"Are you really a real Walla-Wallan?"
I ask of her
"Yep!" she grins "I'm the real thing!"
"The only Walla-Wallan
I knew before I knew you
was a girl in a book!"
I turn the snow-dome
up-side d-own
watch it snow forever
I remember her
letter telling me
of a snowstorm she once knew
"I took a little of the snowstorm
put it in the fridge so
it could melt in July."
"The snow storm had never met
a July before
so this was its big chance!"
"When the left-over snowstorm
finally got to meet its July
it cried itself into oblivion!"
"...here. . ." her letter
pauses for ever
outside snow falls now
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
Her body’s poetry
got my taste buzz
buzzing for honey
My body buzzing
with excitement
Her mind flirtatious ways
signal my body
like a buzzer
My mind buzzing
with ideas
Heart flares abuzz
like a blaze
I’ve heard the latest
buzz about her ecstasy
breathlessly waiting to
abuzz into her body’s heat
Shhhh,
Her body’s poetry
buzzing for my love!
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
I keep telling myself it's okay
But, in all honesty,
That's a flat out lie.
I can't deny it.
If I'm driving to who knows where
If I'm sobbing my eyes out
If I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
If I'm yelling at myself for ******* so badly
If I'm wishing I was someone better
If I'm hoping no ones home to see me
If I'm thinking about how much of a failure I am
If I'm pretending that I can pull it together
If I'm assuming I can break the news without losing it
If I'm sitting in a random neighborhood
If I'm writing this in the confinement of my car
If I'm hoping I can disappear for a day
If I'm completely done with all this trying stuff-
Shhhh, it's alright.
No, it's not.
If I'm set on trying again, I'm an idiot.
If I'm going to practice even harder for next time, I'm wasting my time.
If I think I can do better, I'm lying.
5 times. 3 times....
No more. Please. You'll be okay.
But am I really okay? Do you really think I can ignore the disappointment in their eyes?
....I didn't think so.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
Death shhhh Come to me I am sleeping Beneath this Leaf Shhh Forget me Quickly Put my cold Smiling corpse Among The twigs And dry leaves Aim your Magnifying Glass At my breast Until the smoke Becomes flame Until the flesh Becomes ash The ants carry Me away burying Me in the belly of Their queen Breakfast to newborn larvae Maybe they will Find my rhymes Enjoyable for a while If one more soul Laughs with me! Laughing in the face of death I leave to you here My last lines It is not so serious Fall in love Climb the tree Scrape your knee Shhhh I love you Forget me
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
Shhhh
Can't you just listen
Please for once
I know God gave you ears
I know you can hear
but it is so much more than that
Please just listen
To the sound of my voice
Take in the words
that I am saying
No
Uh uhhh
Stop right there
Can't you see I am hurting
Do you not see the pain
You do not have to fix me
Sometimes you just cannot
Please just hold my hand
Hug me
Hurt with me
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
I grew up hearing
Little miss this and
Little miss that
But I think there’s been a little mistake
A little misunderstanding
Like there’s something that they missed
Because certainly sir could replace the title of miss
And mister wouldn’t stir up a fuss
And I could still be me
Right?
Ever since I was little I took pride in the word tomboy
Not realizing the other labels that pride could be applied to
Because I spent my life being lied to
About what gender really means
And I’ve been starting to question and I’ve been starting to learn
That expectations aren’t everything
And when it comes to gender roles
I grew up just rolling with it
But recently realized that I don’t have to
And I’ve been coming up with different ways of coming out
But mostly I’ve just spent a lot of time thinking
About spectrums and pronouns and labels and orientation
About binders and binaries and identity versus expression
About the way that I never really minded the onslaught of
She
She
She
Shhhh…
He
Maybe he can fit just as well
Maybe she fits fine
Maybe I can be a daughter by day and a son by night
Maybe I can bypass the binary and angle towards androgyny
Or transcend transgender in term of ambiguity
Maybe I can be
Me
And maybe someday that will be enough
Because boy oh boy there are days that I do love being a girl
But what can you do when it’s a dog eat dog world
And you were born a cat?
Just a little bit more of a ***** than you were hoping for
In this world where facts are misconstrued
And your words are misinterpreted
And you’re feeling a little
Just a little… misgendered
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
"Alright y'all we're going to do a show for you"
clap clap clap the twelve year old boy gives it all he's got
jumping, brushing the passengers
a last ditch effort to eat dinner
don't look, don't make eye contact.
I think about why,
why not?
Ignoring the orders I allow myself to enjoy
the hungry boy's dance
hip hop music playing from a toy boom box
no eye contact?
I look right into the brown eyes of the hungry boy
a mutual smile forms and that's
all
I didn't have any money
I was twelve, too
all I have is a blue monkey backpack containing a rubber duck
and some toy sunglasses even though it's pouring rain, I always carry them
The Subway screeches to a halt at the next stop
the hungry boy swings smiling out the door almost knocking someone down.
I snicker, it was funny
shhhh don't look
but I just put on my toy sunglasses
strap the monkey securely on my back
and smile at strangers.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
My head hurts
I'm seeing double and
I don't want to know
it occured even once
So turn off the lights
Draw the curtains
Blackout the mirrors
Sweep it under the carpet
Cover my ears
Shhhh, don't make a sound
Maybe, just maybe
it will fade away.....
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
She entered her son's bedroom and found him playing hide and seek.
"Shhhh mommy. Don't make a noise, he'll figure out where I am hiding."
His mother smiled and ruffled his hair, "Okay sweetie, just come downstairs for dinner when you're done playing."
"Honey, what's our son up to?", her husband asked her while reading the newspaper.
"The same like always, playing with his imaginary friends.", she laughed.
Inside the cupboard, their hiding place, they whispered slowly.
"Don't tell mommy that we play together, she'll think you're crazy."
"But you're my brother, I am sure they'll be very happy."
"No. You don't get it, for them I'll always be the dead baby."
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
I've a song stuck in my head
No words, but it's still there
Trundling on with out a thought
It's something I should share
De da doodle la la de ding
boo bar fiddle riddle king
si saw be bop shhh shhh bing
do waddle dip don boom
There's no direction to where it goes
It's a melody of sorts
I've words a plenty, they don't fit
I've just this thing and all its warts
De da doodle la la de ding
boo bar fiddle riddle king
si saw be bop shhh shhh bing
do waddle dip don boom
I play nothing, but hear guitar
some drums there in behind
A backup singer singing loud
And a bass to keep in time
De da doodle la la de ding
boo bar fiddle riddle king
si saw be bop shhhh shhhhh bing
do waddle dip don boom
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
Shhhh. Tonight all of the world is silent except for the beating of two hearts.
The two hearts beat in unison as two lovers hold one another in the night.
One lover cries out to the other;
You are my life, my hope, my sight.
As are you to me, cries the other.
There was no light before you came into my world.
There was the absence of hope and vision.
Now my life is as the day and no longer as the night.
My inner being is warm as if by the sun.
You have changed me, my love, my precious one.
We have changed each other, we are no longer the same.
Life has meaning, no more pretending, no more of games.
Love has broken the ice that had surrounded our hearts.
It softened the hardness of hurts from the past.
Love has come, love has changed us, for eternity it will last.
By Rocky Stonehedge
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
Let's weave our lips shut with weeds and explore the hushed secrets of the world with nothing but cold fingertips.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC