"stricking" poems
It's the beginning of an embellishing new season
Opulent and romantic, as the garden of Eden
In an array of lustful stricking palettes
Similarly, to a colorful painted canvas
In soft festive yellows, pinks, lilacs and blues
Truly an incredible view
With smooth light petals, as fresh as the air
Exceptional and beyond compare
Thriving in a distinctive pose, with elegance
Purity and gentleness
Defined into sensual silhouettes
Spontaneously, reflecting a fabulous vignette
Capturing, an alluring peaceful fragrance
Enlightening my presence
An enjoyable time of year
With countless memories, of you being here
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
Dim
The bulb wobbles in the mind
on a cobweb cord
shadows thrown uncertain
drifting silent up the walls of tissue
across the dirt floors of thought
Dim
the bulb wobbles in the mind
on a cobweb cord
escapeing reality by flickers
truth between the strobes
nothing can be closer
nothing more internal
Dim
the bulb wobbles in the mind
on a cobweb cord
sincerity races ancient muse
stricking transparent walls
dismembered thoughts roll uncontrollably
uncertainty trickles from the ****
Dim
the bulb wobbles in the mind
on a cobweb cord
to recognize is the power
to remain the eternal
to identify the
Dim
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 2:14 PM UTC
I could write a million words about a failed family
Tons of poetry could be composed
Describing the hurt
Telling the challenges
Explaining life growing up in an environment where the enemy is your family
This however ain't that Poetry
It's me writting about a lovely childhood
The waves of bar beach
Parents laughter with love in their eyes
Esther scared of the horses and typically every animal or insect
The burial events we organised for our rats
Shifted responsibilities in the midnight hours
Dad always making my recipe for my daily bed-wetting
The journeys to new states
Mom's baking
Mom's absence
****** movies we had access to
Mom's presence being like Santa's coming
Many starvations
The candy i asked from Dad after 1yr of separation
Dad's smile weak and tainted by sad wrinkles
The wolves in sheep clothings
How they took advantage
Karma stricking; yeah it goes round
Loosing the family again
Brutality enforced by siblings
Hatred deeply enrooted
Life's too much of a *****
Try as you may:the worst memories are ever so glaring
Being oblivious to the obvious truth: thats the escape route
To hell with forgiveness
To hell with rising above
To hell with fantasies
My demons made me fabulous.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
Lightning
stricking down the worry
peircing through the pain
Thunder
booming the voices to silence
thrashing the care to the side
Freedom
is what i feel
when the sky is full of darkness
and the others are buried in the comfort of their home
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 3:15 PM UTC
HER LIPS SPOKE OF
WISDOME FED BY SCIENCE BOOKS
AND HISTORY TEXT AND
PHILOSOPHY OF ASSUMPTIONS
CARRYING A STRICKING EYE
FOR STUDENTS THAT
WON'T SIT STILL
SHE CLAIMS SHE LIKE'S IT QUIET
DURING FREE TIME OF READING
BUT I'M STARING DOWN
AT TEEN MAGAZINS
CAUSE MICHAEL JACKSON
MAKES ME SHREEK IN MY SEAT
AND I SAY NOTHING NOR
READ NOTHING BUT
STARE
ADMIRINGLY AT HIS
PUZZLING FEATURES
THEN HER VOICE RISES OVER
MY HEAD LIKE FLYING BULLETS
MISSING MY BRAIN AND EYE SOCKETS
BUT SHE PLUNGED INTO MY EARS
LIKE THUNDER BULT AND LIGHTNING
AND MY SEAT WENT HOT
WHEN SHE STARED DOWN AT ME
HER WORDS CUDDLED UP
AGAINTS MY IGNORANCE
AS I FIGHT OFF THE BALANCE
SHE NEVER
OBTAINED TO
MAINTAINE
MY ATTENTION
ONLY FEAR
MY HEART POUNDING
!!!STARTLED!!!
AT HER
RATTLE SNAKE INTENSIONS
AND HER VENOMOUSE WORDS
FELL UPON MY
LOW IQ
SHAMED AT MY ABILITY
TO LEARN EVER SO SMALL
AND SHE COULDN'T MANAGE
TO STAND UP AGAINTS
MY DIFFICULT APPLE
BITTEN BY SO MANY
BITTEN AT THE BIRTH
AND EATEN BY THE BEAST
OF STUDENTS WHO
STAND EGO HIGH AGAINTS ME
TURNING HEADS AT ME
WITH A GLARE IN THEIR EYE
THAT ONLY HORROR MOVIES COULD DEPICT
SHE DECIDED TO
FAVOR
THE WIDTH
THE DISTANCE
AND
THE RISK
OF HAVING ME
HER STUDENT... AT ALL...
AND TELLS ME
"YOU WILL NEVER WIN,
BUT I WILL"
??????????
WHY MRS. ANDERSON...
WHAT EVER DID YOU MEAN BY THAT
23 YRS AGO I WANNA KNOW????????
BUT I COULDN'T CONCENTRATE
OR PAY YOU THE FAME
BECAUSE YOU STAND UP THERE
LIKE SOME PRESIDENT OFFERING
NO LESS THAN A TOOL
I CAN'T GET TO A HIGHER LEVEL
LIKE THE OTHER KIDS
FEELING LIKE A ROBOT
STANDING IN LINE TO EAT
STANDING IN LINE TO PLAY
RAISE MY HAND LIKE A CONVICT
TO GO TO THE BATHROOM
AS IF THIS WERE THE MALICHA OR
A **** OR NOZI OR HOW EVER YOU SPELL
THE **** NAME
CAUSE IT AIN'T ENGLISH
YOUR RING TONE PHONIC VOICE
RINGS IN MY EAR TO THIS DAY
AND YOUR PIERCING DULL BLUE EYES
IS ALL I NEVER WANT MY CHILD
TO HAVE AFTER ME
A TEACHER WHO THINKS
SHE IS THERE JUST TO BEAT DOWN
A CHILD
IN THIER MINDS.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
Their voices ring like wedding bells.
Concern written in the air;
Frustration felt for miles;
Shaking my bones; oh Lord.
I prayed to God this day wouldn't come,
but I see demons in Momma's eyes;
the Devil in the calendar; marked December in red.
The leaves turn black as we pack,
dancing to the music of trucks and men.
Tape for streamers; boxes, balloons;
the goodbye party I never had.
Their faces hurt most,
saying bye as Daddy yelled from home.
The bustle of New York, unpacked in oil country.
Hurrying to fate; a cancerous grief, stricking lightning in my heart and eye.
Nobody likes me here, let's go back!
The leaves were black when we unpacked,
dancing to the music of trucks and men.
Tape for streamers; boxes, balloons;
the welcome party I never had.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
Appeared infront, just appeared;
Foot prints left behind her,
came closer as possible,
fresh wind stricking me,
world is now under my foot; realized
because she is right infront of me!!
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
A certain little mermaid
wished to have feet
to walk
to run
to dance
perfectly to the beat
A certain gingerbread
knew his feet were key
to run
run
run
and escape tragedy
When a certain princess fled
She would have never seen her beloved again
As the clock finished stricking twelve
****
****
****
if not for her feet
whose slipper led the prince right to her street
A certain large monster
is known for its abnormally large feet
and when one sees its footprint
they can either give a
shriek
shriek
shriek
Or they can flee and not become mincemeat
So you see feet are important
very much so
Whether in fairytales or real life
They allow us to go to and fro
So next time you consider what you’re grateful for
Take a though for your feet
although real life’s isn’t a video game
they are your cheat
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC