"sticked" poems
I'm not as strong as everyone thinks I am,
But it's not like anyone gives a ****
I have a constant reminder of my depression.
It rests on my wrist in a line shaped fashion.
It was somehow an accident, my mother believes.
Little does she know that it was truly my intention.
Everytime I'm out in public I pinch myself only wishing,
I would've cut deeper, maybe just an inch further.
Would I somehow keep breathing, would I be missed?
Maybe for a little while, but I doubt it would've sticked.
No one ever realises the pain until it's taken something away.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
My personal déjà-vu-time memory-prompts that frame
The blurring patterns of today’s hubcap-wheels, spinning
Kaleidoscope flashbacks of bathtub playtime.
A gaggle of giggling girls babbling about
What used to matter : umbrella-popping chewing gum
With gallivanting jargon laced in crushes-hushed : boy-talk.
Pillows : Comforters morphing, swarming like
Womb-entranced, half-cupped palms calmed
Palpitating mouths motoring off self-pitying rumble-grumbles.
How the clopping ball of opted-birr was a bent-mouth birdcall
Over-relished, over-zealous imploration : a round robin
Jumblemix of a jejune bombast for slap-sticked power.
By-and-by polysyllabic buds bloomed, baked, and wrinkled
Past-Gas’s long-gone jokes : those balmy snug-hugs guarding
Doltish vulgarity among the begrimed-glitch and old-grown-boring Jive.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 11:49 PM UTC
as I left the theatre
she held the door open for me
the hint of a smile on lip-sticked lips
slipping into her leather jacket
to combat the cold night air
leaving an intoxicating trace of perfume
I'm just a face in the crowd
that she never noticed or will remember
" cheers " and an attempted smile
as we interacted for the only time
in our lives, but I miss her
she stole my lust
and a youth I never had
Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 6:30 PM UTC
A crackpot, don't get closer
I thought to myself when I first saw you
Little did the poor me knew
I would end up loving you.
We were living in completely different worlds,
With extremely opposite principles
I denied everything you said, you did
And you were no different
Still I found something comfortable in you
I started telling u all my boring histories
Cussing out the double crossers I have met
Ranting out the regrets of my life
Crying over my first love failure and whatnot
I gave out almost every memory my brain held
You always listened discreetly
To the gibberish coming out of me.
I was able to show the genuine me
Without the fear of being judged,
You saw right through my mind
Like it was a clear glass piece
When it was all dark and dull.
You solved every puzzle of me
Whenever i came with a broken picture.
You came like a summer to me
When my eyes had long rainy days.
I fell sick you nursed me like my mom,
Took wrong turns, you guided me like my dad,
You give advices like my granny,
We sticked together like we were twins,
We fought like we were foes,
You looked after me like a lover.
Now, you have become my crackpot
My family, my love, my fundamental person
Under a single label
My Best friend !!!
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
under the aparent darkness,
the nacar red of your lips
give me ligth.
between the tender and quiet
kisses of fire, you absorved
my darkness
there was no magic, it was
just that, two dark beings
absorving ligth.
a beast with a loewe head,
desolated, tormented, for
his pain.
between the lost and desdain,
and with desire sticked
to his skin.
the ligth in absolut darkness,
years looking that skin of silk,
those lips sweet as honney.
the silky and perfumated lips,
of a beautiful shadow, a lioness
in the dark.
and who will know, only darkness,
about that silk skin, that give ligth,
in a dark nigth.
a loewe, the lost descendant,
looking the way, and to that silk skin,
of honey gold and fire.
a lion lost in shadows, looking that
skin, that as divine grace, or gifth
of friendly gods.
found me, catch and love me
in the shadows, rigth before dawn,
giving life to the blackened heart.
and the flux of life, of strength,
to resist mi strokes, controling
herself tenderly.
never scared of my roarings,
only the beautiful fire, she give me,
with her nacar red lips.
her femmale lips, a beast, beautiful
with her skin of silk, perfumated and
HERMOSA, A MUSE IN THE SHADOW.
tenderly resisting to the attacks of a
beast, thirsty of her, her *** her blood, kissing
her skin inch by inch.
the HERMOSA shadow, with silk skin,
and nacar red lips, resist even thou, she
wanted to lay next to this beast
thirsty of her, her body, her etternal legs,
her *** of MUJER HERMOSA,
the beautiful and sweet lioness, that was mine
in absolut darkness..
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney
Wanderer dilettante soul lusted au wild routes
Counted each the millimiles covered
Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly.
Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides
Beated around the alcoves amok
Ridges passed the marooned trails
Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals
Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness
True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts
The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner
By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace
Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled
Blinked all the roof to rugs
Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks
Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring
If body wins wanderlust looses thereby path ends
Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow
Only the body grazed the maps with pointers
Though insatiably leveed
Kept retention the coursing shadow
Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits
Life was near but the abstainer failed
Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique
There appeared
Scorched canopies along wilted flora
Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death
Physique deceived self the core truth
Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna
Several followed the imperishable conflict trail
Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension
Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers
Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers
Raise up , were the victories thristled down?
Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations
Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions
Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadows
Flip sorties pariance spurts
"The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
you store olden clothes in rear closets
smaller size doesn't fit
but you're slow to release it
you drip golden particles from under the sleeves
blue scent just soaked in
he couldn't move on
red wine bottles grow dusty
waiting for someone
to slop it all over the floor
I see
three-year race was puzzling
five-star, I still chime you
to slip back in my door
laying eyes on all my sweaters
through lens
you scan breaches in my polished facets
sticked out are
the tiniest strings
busy streets are our checkpoints
same curly haircuts
and same curvy outfits
all facets of yours in a walking men
haven't told you
you booked rent-free place
in my wardrobes
when squeezing your hand
but man, you're stale as bread too
**** you blue smell
from that dressing room
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 5:37 PM UTC
Poet daubed the corporal on the wings of carney
Wanderer dilettante soul lusted wild routes
Counted each the millimiles covered
Upside , unstrained , Unflaggingly.
Yon the valleys , epitome meadows and Hillsides
Beated around the alcoves amok
Ridges passed the marooned trails
Agape the flinged self flew spirited madrigals
Slowly rooted the tints into wilderness
True entity got superimposed to sylvan instincts
The obsolute shadow rigged the shooner
By dimension lengthier the time but shorter by grace
Grazed through and some toxic airs exhaled then pulled
Blinked all the roof to rugs
Remembrance of concrete boxes and intimate sidekicks
Cheap conflict wins to hit the ring
If body wins, wanderlust looses thereby path ends
Simultaneous call by consciousness and objection by eternal shadow
Only the body grazed the maps with pointers
Though insatiably leveed
Kept retention the coursing shadow
Yet remained damp , savaged the sylvan traits
Life was near but the abstainer failed
Wilderness abysm rejected the unfortunate physique
There appeared
Scorched canopies along wilted flora
Container flogged the shadow to a stultifying death
Physique deceived self the core truth
Existence thereafter without knowing the chance with eterna
Several followed the imperishable conflict trail
Roll of honour diminished by fourth dimension
Marked victories of featherbrains over pappus chambers
Only few sticked upto xanthic flowers
Raise up , were the victories thristled down?
Many knocked and still keep on knocking incarnations
Fine array of fossilized saturnine inhibitions
Callous attritions over altruism of succinct shadow
Flip sorties pariance spurts
"The stanchion to revet my sky" voiced the shadow
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC
"do you want to leave?"
he asked, his eyebrows arch with curiosity
"I will leave if you ask me to"
tears slipped under my left eye, unable to bear the pain
"you're not going anywhere"
his arms caught me and he hugged me tight,
so tight that I assume my broken pieces have sticked back together
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
I feel Empty
whatever i see
there's nothing
there's a hate
and i dislike it
whatever it is
it's a humilation
and i cant get rid of it
because of bad things around me
and it was so imperfect
that i can't take it off
it sticked to my head like a glue
i have no ******* clue
what was about to happen
My Eyes have burned
like i'm in hell
Whatever i wish they die
In that Maggot-filled well
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:18 AM UTC
If words a baseball be
well sticked by a poets rhyme
Than I be the writer divine
ready to catch their muse with sigh
to creatively toss to another’s hand of eye.
And as the tightly woven ball of verse under sun
it will travel to be home run.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
*It was a lovely day after rain
Green paddy fields dancing
With their heads shaking
For the rhythm of breeze
A yellow butterfly fluttering
Around beautiful flowers
The muddy scent spreading
Earth's love with the rain
Water gliding from leaves
With a sound of gulp
Trees in wet clothes shivering
Waiting for a towel from the sun
Flowers and leaves like stamps
Sticked on the wet ground
With no pride but style
Rain leaves with a silent smile*
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
One day
you will not be same
One day
you will be the one reading this
One day
you will be judging the actions of others
one day
is just 24 hours
Time flies even when your with the most beutiful flowers
One day
you will think back
on the mistakes you did on your track
which made you correct them
and sticked to you like gum
to never again make that mistake
thats called experiece.
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 6:35 AM UTC
What a nice day we’re having
Fitting into this city
Like a puzzle piece
And its lip-sticked girls
Too warm to care or know
That I am drinking in the vision
Of their short short pockets
To my eyes’ content.
Light-pink and denim
They wander in variety
They don’t mind.
As I sit on the cool damp grass
Devouring the meal
Which the red-black girl
Made only for me
Full of tomatoes and beans and sun-love.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Fireflies carry a light behind them
as they wander at night
not knowing where to go.
But they are not afraid
because they know
that they are guided by a light
sticked behind their wings,
permanently.
And so,
they are brave.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Dream with me of a place
Of a place where reality doesn't look harsh
Where fantasy feels surreal
When music were made for us
Where eternal peace can be found
Because reality hasn't been really on my side
I sticked my tongue out
Of the bitterness that felt like stout
I feel cold,i feel numb
My world changes to a new town
Where dreams felt so real
The mixtures of lights seem like as if they were made for each other
As if intricacy are pieces of puzzle that fits together beautifully
It's just me now,it's just me now
I keep thinking to see, i keep wanting to see
The future that holds for us out on that sea
Oh dear, how i miss you lucy
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Give me your heart
And stay in my hut,
And by earth's oceans I promise:
We shall be happy in our poor times
And more richer in our fortunate primes.
I'll stay with you,if you stay with me,
And as you are mine,I'll set you free!
When your heartbeats sound begins to cease,
Our marriage bond will be much stronger
And through Death's window,our love lasts longer!
When the roads get dark
And you can no longer smile or lark,
And rosy cheeks aren't as pleasant as this;
Because you chose my heart,
Your carriage I'll never depart.
And when sunny days ensue,
And I have sticked to you like glue,
Would it be enough for you a bliss
To spark the truth out of our love
And give me your all even as we starve?
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 4:40 AM UTC
roses are red,
violets are blue
my eyes are tired
knowing it all can't be true
roses are red,
violets are blue
I'm filled with dread
and it's sticked like glue
roses are red,
violets are blue
I want it all out of my head
maybe down at my shoes
and so roses are red
and violets are, of course, blue
feelings are better of dead
one of these days, I'll lock them in a box
and not let them through.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
Internally, something in your head bangs, is this suppose to be your brain? You're lungs contract with every exhale, your heart? sticked so many times back together again it's filled with molecules of needle holes, when you take your first breath the two compartments of your heart are suppose to abut, but what if it doesn't?
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
Well somebody said
Cars are for strong men
You can't love your car
If you do not spend
Hours of attention
Stacks full of money
But I was born to love you
And you to make me happy
Calling for my attention
Calling for my love
As close as we could be
I saw note , sticked on
I wanna be the one with unbreakable field
Wanna be the one, simply by nature
I do wanna be the one
Knowing how to stop my heart
Car price is going high
******** right at me
I can't still believe
What it is doing to me
Im starting to tremble
I'm starting to care about
But Inside in my hearth
I know I'm not alright
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
If we could sing and dance
Under the moon and the stars
Could we play, take chance
Under the moon and stars glowing,
And sticked on your room's ceiling
But Darling, one of us must fold
End this poignant game
Take a risk, be bold
But how, with a pair of aces
Can't seem to read each other's faces
Our cup of desire filled to a brim
When would our boiling blood
Turn into crimson steam
And fill the room with a faint, red shade
From all the love that was made
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
I know that you believe you can't love somebody
I know that the people that mean the most
to you, love you but don't show the affection
like you want them too
So you believe that you can never love somebody
but the way you loved me was unbelievable
you cared for me like you care for that cup of tea
you showed me how it was to care for somebody
I showed you that the way your collarbones sticked out was perfect
You showed me that my imperfections were perfect
I showed you how it feels to be yourself around somebody and feel okay
We both showed each other how it feels to have somebody with you every orbit of the earth
but
One thing I didn't show you was that it's okay to admit that you love somebody
j.f
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
HAPPY AT HER, BEING BROUGHT TO HEART
THINGS WERE KILLED
THINGS WERE INGESTED
SHE WAS CELEBRATED
PRAYED FOR BY FRIENDS AND ENEMIES
SHE HAD EVERYTHING
IT WAS ALL AT HER DISPOSAL
SHE WAS LAZY
HER BEAUTY WAS RARE
ALSO A MANIAC AT DOING THINGS
IT GOT WRONG
WHEN HER PARENTS DIED
BROUGHT UP BY A ********** GUARDIAN
ALL HAPPENED SIMULTANEOUSLY
IT GOT WORSE
HER INNER CONSCIENCE HAD BEEN BURIED
SHE WAS THE DEVIL HERSELF
A GREEN SNAKE IN GREEN GRASS WAS SHE
NEVER FAR FROM EVIL
EVIL NEVER FAR FROM HER
PRAYER BY ENEMIES THEN STICKED
IT FOLLOWED HER AS HER SHADOW
NEVER LEFT HER FOR A MOMENT
UNTIL HER ULTIMATE RUIN.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
His words twisted the corners
so right curved into left,
and truth bent sideways,
making me believe
I was going the wrong way.
Hedgerows grew tall,
and thick with argument,
until they swallowed the gas lampposts,
turning pathways into shadows.
I walked blind and barefoot
through the thick of it,
earth damp, worn thin as my breath.
Was I supposed to find the center?
Was there ever an exit?
There was no map,
just whispers in the leaves,
and his voice,
ringing in my ears,
a compass spinning
from asking too many questions,
and doubt,
folded into my own pocket.
My soul became blistered
from chasing after ghosts of
wanted apologies,
so I kissed the ivy,
hoping the walls would soften.
but they spiraled,
a boa constrictor handcuffing my legs.
I took a sharp turn,
desperate,
crawling on my belly,
a soldier avoiding fire,
fingertips clawing into the red clay,
and found the center,
where a red lip-sticked mirror stood,
half cracked, words still whole:
"you're not the one who's lost"
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 10:18 PM UTC