"stampeded" poems
I’m walking down a howling, windswept street;
an open avenue of untamed elements,
all icy scatter and driving push, pull,
forlorn crossed glances disguised at the last second
in a rush of slapping breeze,
pulled my face straight.
I’m walking down a street, peeking past corners,
wondering where you lead.
I walk and chase,
in the sharp, swollen bites of rain
rolling down my face and
pooling at my feet.
I’m walking down a street,
mind circling and picking over pieces of you.
In the furthest reaches, in the shade from awnings
of trampled, stampeded pavements,
I inch closer and escalate straight back.
I’m walking down a street, having an emotional affair with you;
my silky, sticky, sweetened crush;
a burn,
you make me cry.
You’re not a secret.
I’m stepping over city-clogged gutters and
***** grass;
having forays and majestic waking daydreams
with all those startling crisp images
of you and me
you
and
me
bundled together like twisted wires.
Using each other like immortal weeds.
I’m walking down a howling, windswept street,
where blue sky begins to play peek-a-boo
trying not to cry.
I leave myself unguarded and playing at wounds,
thinking of you again.
But walking down this street,
I know you are futile game,
a persevering sweat beneath the blankets at night.
I know you prove an attractive devil,
but these tears cool the heat, the lust.
And by being swept up in these winds with me,
maybe I’m your devil, in the end.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
I waited on the front porch,
My knuckles demanded entry,
The door swung open a
Little too fast, or
Not fast enough
His eyes carried a
Salacious appetite,
His lips moist from the
Slow curling of that
Relentless tongue
Before words could escape,
His arms, those steel arms,
With dancing tribals
Caressing his biceps,
They abducted my body
As he stampeded through the house,
Carried me to his satin sanctuary
He threw me down into
A pile of black and white clouds
Who eagerly invited me,
All in the next breath,
He turned me around, pushed
My face into silken sheets,
He had his way, a pirate
With newfound treasure
He yanked my ear
With Rigid teeth,
My neck, his personal towel
For the wicked words that bled
Out the gate of his mouth,
My scalp throbbed from
Malicious fingers glued
To my fragile, mahogany locks
My hands bound in
An unbreakable grip,
So much that I couldn’t get
Rid of the sweat that rained
From his electrifying aura,
It only brought me closer
To seeing stars that I
Desperately craved
Moaning exhalations
Seized my vocal cords,
Tingling sensations
Stung my raw body
As chains of colors
Slashed through me
Sensing my release,
The barbaric pattern
That drove his body,
Turned into a boat
On a stilled lake
He spun me around,
Let my chin rest in his hand,
Our chests rebelled for
The abuse we forced
Our bodies into
I didn’t care,
This man was a feral warrior,
Who shared blends
Of pain and pleasure,
A brutal humanitarian,
He didn’t make me see
Stars, instead,
I saw the whole galaxy
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 4:09 PM UTC
Stick straight trees line hills, their arrangement phony
less than 5,000 feet in elevation but elevating humanity for over
sixty thousand.
For more than sixty thousand human beings,
think of fish stuck, are stampeded by shiny black
blocks of detonation.
Explosion for extraction, and teeny tiny port-o-potties
sit, enjoying relaxation where an ecosystem once
enjoyed rehabilitation after March.
We Marched on, up a gravel hill where wind
blew but we bolted our boots to the soil.
Sunglass-clad woman concealed her hurt eyes,
but her voice hurt enough to inspire a kind of
throat retching sensation.
***** up that black, ooey-gooey you old, weathered mountain top.
Explosives like a firm finger shoved down the throat
denote a rock spew; regurgitate and repeat a dozen times over.
Flatten and deform, never to reform
the water-giving, life-renewing, shady shelter, stable
stool, magic majesty of my mountain.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
Unfinished
Emptiness a question enrobed in nothingness stillness cries across the void in its intolerable
State you stand the will wilts the eyes portray defeat and sorrow a searching longing is plainly evident
This powerful demanding current must be appeased chaos screams the idle continues his dreams
Faltering movements are all that is known a stationary seizure pervades the deadliest image an old
Amusement park dead and deserted a mocking sign proclaims thrills inside the torment rushes like
A stampeded herd it threatens sure death your own plaintive dead voice is heard in this arena of
Dispirited dashed hopes a mauling traumatized and once energetic hope filled spirit that trouble
Assailed Then fell back and then with the genius touch as you reeled it simply fell away your steps to
Recover Also ceased with the careless and deadliest words of all what is the point this has become your
Standard if titled in great black letters it would read lackluster lying in the dirt whipped defeated
Disgusted exiled in oblivions nowhere hope has had the first letter changed to D yes Dope in capital
Letters little do you Realize this is the very act of reconstruction the best military force in the world
Engages in this kind of training someone who has potential is the tried and true diamond in the rough a
Superior force is needed take the outward restraints off by reducing the individual to his base when you
Have destroyed the unfavorable elements then begin the renewing process that is clean and absent of
Impurities build with tried and true methods that produce heroes from fired kilns the blaze flared and a
New form emerges pure as refined brass but the man or woman is steeled into purity and honor and is
Made ready to pass into combats immortal glory whether it be military, business, or sacred duty of the
Church know this before just a nameless conflicted person little thought of will do exploits he will put
New building Blocks in societies ever increasing wall and maybe ultimately he will fulfill the words of
Jefferson and by blood sacrifice his patriotism will cause the tree of liberty to flourish because the call to
Fight for peace is never finished
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
Beneath the Amber sun,
above the reflection of the waters,
his armies did assemble,
ready to smash, bash, and gnash,
the hope of the Fea'inor
dwindled.
Numbered so few, that any host of evil
could easily leave them ruined,
Rua'grain, absorbed the fears,
and disolved the confidence,
until, Mædhras, delivered words inspiring
to all.
'Be brave my fellow warriors,
that this day Evil may take not one
step more, and We the free,
may tell the tales of this day.
Fight not for the chance that you
may live, but that your children,
your wives, you families may have
just one beloved day more!
Waste not that which is sacred,
be not careless with your lives,
but fight for that one extra day.
It is worth it.'
Resounding horns, echoing on the waters,
the flash of steel, magnified by the reflection,
the hearts of Men, united with Old Allies,
once more bore a flame, akin to none
beheld before.
The force of Good with swiftness moved,
the host of Rua'grain,
creatures from every shadow,
crevasse, and lair,
assembled to have at the free and fair.
10,000 creatures, all with sullied eyes
stampeded in a wild craze.
With courage, the Fea'inor defended,
pushing back against the rage,
fighting to the last,
and making this en-darkened host pay.
Mædhras, stands, resolute upon the eastern shore,
his foes strewn all about him,
smote upon the bloodied shore.
His courage unyielding,
strength unending,
the host of evil festering around him.
To his call his men did rally,
showing all valor and courage,
defending, and assaulting,
inflicting devastation upon they
who sought to destroy fea'inor' homes.
In one final push,
one last show of strength,
Mædhras lead his men
along the endless shore,
and forced his sword,
gleaming and rubied,
into Rua'grains soulless chest,
The Host of Evil, corruption
and all villainy departed,
fleeing for the hills,
and making a victorious sound,
Fea'inor went in humbled pursuit.
Yet, along the endless shore,
after all Good and Evil had left
these two figureheads engaged
in the greatest combat,
Locked for all eternity,
to create the birth of Day,
and death of Night.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 1:57 AM UTC
Stagnancy living
in colorless morning.
sunflower sunshine disconsolate
the rooster sings
eulogies and clamored verses
ringing alarm bells in cockcrow
cough drone weary eyes
dew-tied memories of
reverie weepy
aching legs and chest pains
cotton cozied pills crashing
underneath plastic caps
prescription taps
Tylenol Benzedrine
relapse body thinning
cities wearing
ergonomic tragedies
encircling business quarter
daffodil rooftops
steady rain descending onto
varnished sidewalks.
Addicts pirouette dazzled the
hazed-minds dreaming of
Aprils and consistent harmonious
ecstasy visions stampeded
by the brickwork flickered with
lamplight demons overcast this illusory Babylon
trembling flesh retreats into the shadows it came
and nightmares remain similar to days before and after.
Recycled horrors lightning flash abhorrent death
whether they be wearing black suits or black robes
scythe or satchel the wide eyes scour gaunt alleys
for fixes to fix the monotonous life bewitched
with false material variety anxiety deity
Desecration City express way to depression
oppressed people hide away in simultaneous acts of
camouflaging fireballs
spiraling into decadence.
Diamond days few and far between
communal woe reverberates through skins
and skeletons in opening of top story windows
during Winter. Despite the fragrance chaos,
pandemic paranoia,
extinguishing elation,
All bodies continue to be
alone.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
You still plague my mind
while I am sitting here blind,
hoping one day you'll come back kind.
From the moment we fumbled underneath the sheet,
to the moment you said goodbye on that street,
and even the moment I found out you were a lying cheat.
I still think of you often,
sometimes I've wondered if you've softened,
and other times I wonder if I was better off with Austin.
There's a moment I keep shelved,
however, there are sometimes I delve
to that horrid moment on May 10th, 2012.
Yes, consensual at first,
but then you started to thirst
and the pain was at it's worst.
I begged and pleaded,
but you proceeded,
and my body was stampeded.
After this disaster,
I became a master
at wearing a smile like plaster.
Seeing you is like sinking the Titanic,
a reaction that's almost volcanic,
sends me into a panic.
Its not like you'll ever know.
I will no longer stand here as your ***
I will stand here without you and grow.
I will stand here with a big smile on my face
and wait for a long embrace,
from someone that will treat me with grace.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
My journey to purification began on a night where I pretended like you didn't exist.
I denounced myself a pagan of memories,
turned your forgotten words into forbidden hymns,
embraced them in my mouth before I climbed into bed,
and used them to sing myself to sleep
in all of the hours before I did not dream of you.
It was like burning a house with memories in it,
because you need the ashes to reconstruct a new one.
It was like holding your breath even when you're not in water,
because you have experienced drowning and do not want to risk it again.
I kept on telling myself that this was peace- leaving you was not enough so I had to leave myself as well.
Here is a version of me not at war with you- here is a version that is telling itself nothing has changed even though it is barely existing.
Here is a version moving violently around with nothing to restrict it- here is a version dancing whimsically alone.
Here is a version so small it cannot be stampeded on- here is a version so small it cannot hear its own heartbeat.
Here I am trying to struggle free of you,
Fighting myself so that you don't have a chance to.
But as the days go by,
I am hoping only my cocoon loved you.
And the self- inflicted scars will one day stop belonging to me
And,
belong to some other shell,
restricting the body of,
some other boy.
It is a trial to be free when you are an addict of the prison that held you.
I've been teaching myself about how wrong I am-
That I was not born to make a home out of love,
I am too poignant and sensitive
And cannot belong to anything.
Though the chains may be comfortable,
I need to sacrifice ecstasy so I can find a new lifestyle that is not inspired by their heaviness.
I need to find real fulfillment before it's too late.
Before the chains leave me instead of me leaving them-
Before I'm forced to gallop into any new home I see because I was never prepared enough to be able to stand alone.
I want to forget the way I lived for you,
I want to burn everything without feeling the need to say sorry.
Why must I wait for your forgiveness when everytime I find the urge to reconcile myself,
I'm forced to choke out apologies before I even act on anything.
Why must I lie awake unsure of the future,
Seeing things smaller than you trying to fill a void they won't fit in,
Holding me down so that I cannot be bigger than them.
I know now that I am susceptible to allurement as intensely as a mirror susceptible to light,
Because I am now a reflection of a love I barely experienced.
I stay awake in my sheets every night - praying for my own forgiveness,
Even when I have the ability,
To turn things that don't even hurt me into punishments.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
I walked or sauntered or dashed or stumbled, no...
staggered! or swaggered, or was it stepped, no...
I jogged or, bolted, no stomped or slid no...
hopped! or was it skipped no hop skipped and jumped...
or sauntered! no i said that one, it was swaggered! no....
I stampeded or dogged or shlepped no bounced or was it...
I stamped or ed or rolled? no strolled! haha yes Strolled! no...
I stalked that was it or was it followed no no it was sojourned
sojourned! sojourn? no it was galumphed or marched, no charged...
aha sauntered! no! ****** it was ambled or slogged, trounced? or tromped, no rambled, yes I rambled on! no no thats not right, I plodded, trod no tread! no strided, thats not even a word, sloped, no...
govereetted, or persnicketied, or skreed, or preened, no no no none of that is right....
I sauntered! no no, swaggered! no was it promenade? prowl. no patrolled, parolled, no no thats way off...
I trekked, trudged, no fudged, no dogged! like george! he dogged it all the time, no I said that one, slogged or sashayed no trooped, no perambulated, or moseyed? or hoofed it? no it was definitely sauntered, no no it wasn't sauntered it was a dawdle, no lurched, or hawked, no stopped,
no no it was definitely movement, thats it! it was a movement! no no no that can't be right I paced, yes i paced back and forth and thought about life for a awhile....
no no that wasn't it either it was really more of a strut, or a saunter, yes saunter! no swaggered! no no
**** you words....
I wandered or was it roamed, no limped, gimped! no...
minced.... or no yes! minced... wait.... no it was a hike, yes I hiked up a mountain with friend of mine, or was it climbed, no no thats not right...
I slandered, no.... pandered! no... I meandered, haha actually no i think it was a peruse, or no a beat! no.... I cut a rug! or actually i think it was more of a stumble no....
ah yes it was walked, I walked about sixty blocks today
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
I awakened myself with a start
and crammed my medicine down
Opened old with fresh wounds
hunting myself with a pack of wolves
My soul choked within the morning
as it crawled to my daily tasks
Performed them standing on my head
when the wolves went to take a nap
(see me)
See me running while I sleep
(tease me)
Tease me with that slab of meat
(please me)
Please me as I feel no pain
(free me)
Free me with sweet insomnia again
Lulled me to sleep with soft panting
I opened mine eyes within your dream
where stones and metal ease the pain
Holy eyes closed in unholy sleep
The night stampeded like oxen
My soul dimly lit your face
My home now this haunted keep
since I never woke again
Just try to pull me from my bed
and flush my medicine away
Try and close my open wounds
and put a lead on the wolves
My sleep will only get deeper
The dosage will only get higher
The wounds more infected
The wolves bigger and faster than you
(see me)
See me alive when I awake
(tease me)
Tease me then let me wholly partake
(please me)
Please me by letting me feel again
(free me)
Free me with sweet peace again.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
The view from here is quite breathtaking
but suddenly I feel myself falling
I am drifting as the world passes me by
but where am I going?
Just as I start to enjoy it,
there is a violent halt in my journey
I lay in a sea of individuals who look nothing like me
but it’s nice not to be alone
I am content
Just as I gain my composure, I am swept away again
Now I am moving faster than ever before
It is not too long before I plummet to the ground
Again, I am united with others
suddenly it feels like I am being stampeded
The pain fades, I hear laughter, and I am thrown in the air
a gust of wind sends me back on my journey
but I stop worrying and enjoy the ride
I may just be a leaf
But I am beautiful
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 8:25 PM UTC
I slapped myself just now.
My face is numb;
Tingling
As if a herd had stampeded over my very own right cheek and perhaps a few of the pack had
Stumbled
Over my very own rough skin, and do you think that hatred
Seeps
Up into your pores? Or does it
Sink
Down into your organs because I'd like to know which part of my body will be the first to deteriorate, the first to
Spoil
Under the weight of my very own hate for myself and everything around me.
Do you ever half-accidentally
Pause
Just to glare at your own selfishness and wonder how you ever became such a vile creature? With venom in your very own blood, How could one ever
Plant
Such a seed of pure evil like a virus stemming from your very own mind but there you go again blaming someone else for something that's really
Your very own fault.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
Tip-toed on supple feet
Through the house
Down the hall
Quietly discreet
The inhabitants of the household
Resting, sound asleep
Attempting not to breach the trust
I've worked so hard to keep
Anonymity is conducive
From past high levels of deceit
Striving diligently for a common goal
But one that can be reached
Not adapting to a stagnant life
Through the strangers that we'll meet
But protected by a safety net
Like a child under sheets
Not stampeded by the raging bulls
While others count their sheep
But hidden deep within the lions den
Where one can hear his own heartbeat
Has the beast succumb to his hunger
Is there nothing else to eat
Shall I end up as a midnight snack
Transformed into a pile of mincemeat
I grab hold of my foundation
Made from bittersweet concrete
Safe from harm or danger
A place where fear is obsolete
A gentle roar is humming now
The air begins to stir
I feel something approaching
I fear what will occur
Has my time come to its ending
Through the darkness I see light
I recognize the sound I hear
It's my mother, wishing me good night
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
Strands of eyebrow cruising
Neatly to the honeycomb's
Bridge of her nose.
Fever of restraint stampeded
Affection creating opening for
Atom of emotion and
Unrestrained flap of love.
When l saw you last,
Succulently tender *******
Arrested my eyes,
Unresistingly pointing
With magnetic elements,
Turning storms, waves and
Nerves over the base of my
brainbox .
And when l see you now,
A glowing radiant stars
Matching towards my
Attractive zone, emerging
From the fringe of cautiously
Pointed ******* and sending
Chilled cold, awakened
Slumbering goose pimples
All over my entity.
When l see you now,
A fluid of love crippling
From axis of eyes beaming
With flashes of thunderous
Lighting heralding ******
of emotion.
When l see you now,
My thought kidnapped
Your beauty distracting
My attention inside the
Grotto of the brethren,
Drawing body, soul and
Spirit apart and far away
From the prayers' cell
And detaining my
Emotion in the custody of
your heart.
As l see you now,
Your beauty caged my
Attention, entombed my
Concentration deceptively,
In the sepulchre of your
beauty.
Closing the doors of my eyes
To exhume the planted seeds
Of concentration, your
Apparition appeared again
And again from the theatre
Of beauty distracting my
Innocent attention, yet.
Akika! Your shining
Peacock-like skin ran
Tears of lust from my
Eyes, provoking my
Spirit to ignite waves
Of passion and
Seducing me with
Soporific mixtures,
Hypnotizing my being,
Away from the
Sanctuary of prayers.
When l see you now,
I heard a lullaby of
Emotion from your
Eyes,
I tasted omelette of
Love made of honey
From your pink lips.
Haba! Are you made from
heavens?
Are you created on earth
for the earth?
Dissecting your buttock
From the romantic attire,
I see acme of love emitting
Vapour of attraction from
A nicely curved hips,
Majestically sitting below the
Avenue of your waist,
Spitting sensation of
Lustful feelings with flashes
Of emotion, encamped my love
In the basement of your heart.
Holy Spirit! Take me away from
the temptation of this
daughter of Eve.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 7:23 AM UTC
Scratch the first thought
You dared to have
Thinking I'm referring
To that vacant feeling
Crawling in between
Layers of flesh
Not anymore
I warned you
The great **** river
Has ran dry
Lapped up
By over indulgent tongues
With diluted principles
Overestimated my secret stash
I kept hidden
Jokes over
Fort Knox is empty
Every **** is gone
That roaches don't bother
Thinking crumbs of one
May still remain
Dust doesn't settle
Where nothing exist
I'm perpetually lost
In the sense that who I was
Won't come back
Emotionally unstable
Balancing life on fishing line
All the while dancing
To the sound of my own thoughts
As they stampeded
Across marble floors
With lead soles
Deal with it
This is the me you wanted
The one you knew
In your subconscious
Given the chance
Won't hesitate to say
**** you in the neck
As I'm skull dragging
That pathetic version of me
You so inclined to abuse
Walls are up
No one's getting in
You bombarded Area 51
Forgetting the other 50
Stockpiled with an arsenal
You weren't prepared to fend off
So relish in the dismal
Bleak fantasies of me
You ********** with
That won't let you peak
I promise it'll be faster
Using a corpses dead ****
I'm perpetually lost
To the era of once was
Forged ever so harshly
In the dawning of the era
I'll **** into a lake
Of ***** and blood
Joy to the world
I feel alive
So strike a match
Watch me combust
As two massive feet
Collapse your ******
Blessed is the New Founding Father
A man reborn
Purged of emotional filth
Baptized in ******
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 8:10 AM UTC
I don’t understand:
why we are prejudged
why we get nudged out of the way like we’re not important
why we don’t budge because we’re scared...
I don’t understand:
why prejudice has taken over
why the lord sometimes comes second
why we get stampeded by bad people taking over...
I don’t understand:
why were here
why our lives have taken us this way
or how magicians disappear...
But what I do understand is:
God comes first
Family comes second
And lives go unrehearsed.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
I crawled in bed with him, night after night
To ease the pain of losing his wife
He never wanted to buy me roses
No I never really was his chosen
He just wanted something to take the pain away
But only at night and never the day
I was in love with him, so help me God
But in too many a sparkling smile I was awed
I thought I was the only one
At first I was, but when he was done
He turned his back to me on the other side of the bed
And all of these wild thoughts stampeded my head
The thumping of those hooves kept me awake
I left him in a hurried state
I drove down to the moonlit pier
Walked down to the edge and without fear
Dove down into a hidden citadel to which I had no key
And finally, I set my heart and body free.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC