"snugged" poems
A man's ego is a thick wall
Covering his vulnerable soul,
Protects him from shivering
From the outside cold.
It is his coach, and his captain
As well as his life's good coach,
Protecting the his exteriors
From his fragility he never boasts.
As soft as the clouds wandering
Through the dust of the city life,
Same as the careful veins
Embedded in a womans' soft heart.
Snugged in his vicious tongue
With every word in his gauntlet
Warming his soul away
From any dark and cold blankets.
Like diamonds you try to dismantle
And see him break at once,
As he snaps to put the pieces back
But the cracks can't be undone.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
Pink dream, cotton candy
Like a warm-hearted cancer
Snugged in my palm tightly
hushing my nightly distress with an answer.
Gently tuck you in my pillow case
Wish for calming waves to drift me away
Time after time, night after night
Second after second
Heavy-lids say farewell to
Non-existent slumber
Rose Quartz
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 11:43 PM UTC
Dear Girl,
I once was beautiful
With a dress of black lace
And dark blue ribbons
Tied in my hair
Stored high on a store shelf
I smiled all day
As children passed wishing to play
Once denied by their parents they'd sulk away
This bothered me so
Created to serve but one purpose
To put a smile on the face of every child
I began to loose hope
As each day seemed to prove my failure
Still with all my beauty
The store keeper decided to move me
I was now hidden
From the eyes of each small child
They'd have to search
To find me a simple dolly
Then one day you saw me
And a gentle smile came across your face
You pulled me into you arms
Whispering "she's perfect"
Holding me tight
You ran for your mommy
Begging her to buy me
My smile had come back
I felt no longer a failure
Safely snugged in your arms
My button eyes gleamed brighter
I loved you that much I knew
From the first time I saw you
The drive to my new home
Seemed to take forever
Once we had gotten there
You made me promises as you brushed my hair
Even with my mouth stitched shut
You said I said so much
You whispered your secrets without a fright
And you'd pull me close every night
We'd hide under the blankets
When the day turned to night
But one day you went out
I awoke on your shelf
For the first time you left me...
I waited all day for you to come home
Then when I saw you walk
I smiled and lifted my head
I figured you run and grab me
Then cry when you said how much you missed me
Instead you grabbed my ripping arm
And tossed me to the bed
My arm hung by one thread
You just smiled as I cried
Then my tears you fed
I knew then
You'd never be the same girl again
The one who pulled me from that self where I hid
Who promised to protect me no matter your health
That's when it started
My beauty faded away
As I became your Voodoo Doll
And your heart wilted over
One night you'd cuddle me
And whisper how much you loved me
You'd even clean my one eye
(The other disappeared after your first trip)
The next you rip out my seems
And stab me with pens
As the room filled with my muffled scream
You smile so pleased
Sure you'd stitch me back up
But to what just take em out again?
My visions became blurred
As your unhappiness was taken out
You used to treat me like a person
Turns out it wrong
I guess it will always be
Me who is the toy...
Sincerely,
Your Voodoo Doll
P. S.
I still have but one more secret
Even with all this pain
I'll always love you
Please don't go away...
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 4:16 PM UTC
Their was a bartendress
in a costume
of superlatively
curly
black hair
and a tight body
snugged into
a tight blue dress
that shows off her upper thighs
and exposed
musclely
short legs.
Rests her hand
with splayed fingers
on the wet table.
She asked,
with a long tattoo
of the ****** of Guadalupe
snaking
down her wrist,
"Are you all right,
do you want any more?"
"No."
I tell her.
No,
I don't want anymore.
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 10:59 PM UTC
Oh love, Oh love
Please don't forget
My last dying words
The Words that seep
Through the crevices
Of your smile
Oh love, Oh love
How you saw deep
Through my laugh
And Dug deep
Through the messages
I sent to you
Flickering the strobe lights
To see if anyone cared
And you love deep
Through every thorn
you saw the beauty
Through my heart
Oh love, Oh Love
Please forgive me
I have a monster inside me
Snugged deeply
By the 10 year old me
The sticks and stones
Most certainly broke my soul
The creature is restless
Left to defend itself
From the whispers
Left in the wind
Oh love, Oh love
Death will come take me
He will leave no note
He won’t tell you
That you were right
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
Summary of Today
PREFACE
An artist of most kinds can concur
the imperial dynasty of ruling
with Absolute Control of the medium from a higher mind
Tapped in vessel flows the beauty of free form
I like this vantage point over my domain
Here I prefer to remain, power of my dominion
dominates through me to give ordered direction to my artistry
SYNOPSIS
I wonder what undercurrent pulled me to write with such Tonality
It appeared to be centered in the Theme of Revolutionary Rebellion
some kind of Helter Skelter Warning with Sincere Stance boldly stating
my Position in the light of things to come, coming, arrived and waiting
ADDITIONAL NOTES
I have recently reclaimed my power of authority over my body
Body and Mind being facets of the same Gemstone that is me.
I had been in a being state, a child feeling, for a period, not quite able for autonomous activity
I studied closely, learning about this being, but recently have claimed Adult Control
I believe today was a loud coming out party for my Adult, in Control, Ready
Values in Check, Convictions in Check, Energy in Check, Child snugged in tight,
Protected she will come along and see what her future self is all about
...And it will be Good.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
It's getting on to 4, the sun has not shown itself
all day, the snow is melting, some bare spots of
grass appearing here and there, it's 34 degrees.
The little piles of bird seed I put out at noon on
the walkways have all but disappeared, gangs
of birds have mostly consumed it all, pretty little
ground feeders, of one kind or another. My inside
fat cat has had his nose pressed to the window all
day observing them with wide eyed interest and
quivering jaw, maybe licking his predatory lips.
Even though he has never eaten anything that did
not come out of a bag or can.
I too have enjoyed watching them busily hopping
around feasting, I always wonder where they go
when they disappear. Maybe just passing through
headed south for warmer pastures? Or are they year
round locals? Do they have any idea who put out
the feast, and how does the word get spread, do
they have scouts or lookouts, or some kind of aerial
bird only telegraph system.
At least the freezing weather kept our Barn Cats all
snugged up and off the street, at one point I quick
counted between 40 to 50 winged visiting diners
out there. The cats never even knew they were here.
Watching them feed was almost as much of a treat
for me as it was for them. It made me feel useful,
and that does not happen very often these days.
When we get old it is these little things that matter
and sustain us.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 8:34 PM UTC
i whisper "Goodnight"
before i sleep
tonight
shutting my eyes
before the bed bugs
bite
i snugged on my
pillow tight
hoping i wake up
before the light
(g.s.b.)
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
The flip of a page sounds like
Yesterday's tunes
Haunting the remains of ancient runes
Of libraries snugged within our brains
Perhaps in a blissful yearning to be named
By its forgetful creator
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 10:52 AM UTC
You ran marathons across the yellow tapes,
just to break into an already broken space,
you prey on with your own cherished hate,
while you remain snugged in front of a screen,
uploading scene after scene of horrific child abuse.
You laugh with tormenting captions that proves
you are an addition to the abuse on innocent lives;
running taunting lines that read *the black eyes
make her blue eyes look even more cute*,
as a collective you cheered on abuse in all kinds
and with like minds you cheered on crime:
from **** to abuse, from violence to hatred-
so that the safest place would only exist
with the absence of you and your kind.
I was eighteen, I watched my friend break into tears;
says her worst fears are those among her own peers,
says her worst fears are those demonic digital fiends
that seems to only want to drag her underground
till her cries barely made a sound she says it's hard,
I'm alive but god do I wish I wasn't, I wish I wasn't,
and the rotten stench of online monsters stained her soul.
I was eighteen when I watched my friend lowered into a hole,
a hole that was the perfect symbolism of her dreams and hopes.
You and your kind are the demonic figure reflected in a mirror
of a person suffering from eating disorders. The distorted view
is just your after image projected onto a live being's mirror,
you place handguns into adults and teens who suffer
from suicidal thoughts because a buffer of your hateful words
seems to hurt the most, you are the ammunition
that screams to loud for anyone to hear or to listen,
you are the chair that encourages every hurting mind
to climb up and take a swing off a rope,
you are the evil that sees people jumping from buildings,
screaming that children aren't worth living in this world
so you direct them to hurl themselves off a broken cliff,
you are the hateful comments on a family breaking apart,
you are the scars on a burn victim that remains noticeable,
you
you are every broken tooth and nail in a world that is decaying;
and if we're all so broken then the token for breaking us goes to you.
Will we ever learn to shut you out,
before a home turns to a house.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
sleeping snugged in the crook
where sunlight beams without retrospect
a promise chafing while the tempest surges
scouring the hillside where mountains climb nigh
a moments breath held askew
salmon pink and beading mildew
meeting to cool the burning wound
as howl made flesh and skin crawl
just promised, a promise chastened
in a wooden oak chocolate box
buried in the steep ribcage of the earth
where the mind begins to lurk
feel the hand tremble to life
the awesome power, impeccable brilliance
sloping figures roughed into the earth
giving into the imagination of another night
and here, come along here
where the brain is turned ripe
and light gives way to blooming forage
never to be left alone
come along here
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
"We'll ride upto the hills,
Pass the countryside and mills.
I'll walk with you,
To see the dusk, feel the loo. "
"Cozy as you'll wrap to me,
Warm enough, we'll feel the breeze.
In green meadows..
I'll rest in your shadow.. "
"Into the sun's rays as we see glee,
With you I feel almost complete.
Snugged beneath my chest,
It's where you love best. "
"The beauty in your eyes,
The heart where love lies.
Slowly as your hair cascade,
And you pull mine, as we lie in the shade. "
"I don't reckon, I'll call this!
Beyond my ally, I see bliss.
Don't want much less, nor much more,
For I've found you and love's galore."
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 4:24 AM UTC