"suctioned" poems
Date someone who walks into a storm.
they may be pour at weathering it,
shoes soaked, shirts clinging to collar bones
jeans suctioned onto hips
But they'll make it through.
Date a person who gets caught in the rain.
They may not expect it,
but they can handle a surprise.
Love a person who isn't intimidated by thunder.
They know how to wait it out,
the heavy air will subside in the end.
Love a person who has experienced hail,
They may be bruised by it,
but they laugh at the ice pellets perching on their fingertips.
Marry someone who walks into the storm.
They like the excitement,
but they know when to come home.
Mary someone who walks into the storm,
They'll thrive in the abandoned streets,
walking barefoot through the puddles,
dancing to the beat of your heart.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
I just want to cry
But I am numb
I saw a child die before my eyes
I see her wither in her last breaths
Ouma
This is not the way you should die
With that machine attached to your throat
Arms tied down
Being suctioned
And being forced to take your last breath
No Ouma
You are a proud woman
A woman who always tries to look her best
A scent of Mint and roses
And sweet cakes
My Ouma
Clothes that smell like washing powder
But that unique kind that you always remember
Ouma
I love you
I never knew how much I did
Until now
I never imagined life without you
And I do not wish to
My Ouma
Please don't go
He loves you so much
He never left your side
You are his 'girl' he says
As you lie there in the hospital bed
He can not live without you Ouma
You have no idea how much you mean to us
My Ouma
Ek is so baie lief vir jou
My Ouma
Asseblief
Moenie gaan nie
My Ouma
Van Mint And Rose scent.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
as much as i feel
*wiser
stronger
more independent*
i am suctioned into
*digressing
repeating
forgetting*
and walking right back in
to this nightmare of a culture.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
With its sinuous green edge and its delicately
decorative white venation this dewy cress laid
on a fine crystal platter would fit well next to that
chunk of cement facade ensconced in a vitrine
at the Art Institute’s new Louis Sullivan exhibition
There’s little cause to wonder why these particular
atoms once afloat on inchoate seas and awash
in the hummed mumbles of humble vibrations
chose to decohere into this one captivating pattern
from among an infinite variety of mattered schemes
even limiting their choicest range to those paired
colors A tree frog for example its narrow lime toes
suctioned on a broad leaf and its watchful pearl
eyes misconfigured with a blind spot too soon
exploited by a beak spouted peril Or the gallant rider
in uniform myrtle and mounted atop an albino steed
who at a mirthless gallop through routed troops
delivers this message Mother I am so far away
from everything They’re oddly jarred couplings but
with any choice whether slapdash had or carefully
considered what’s our guarantee it will live up to
the iron of romantically clad expectations I have
heard It’s always the salad that gets you in the end
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
I linger in
absolute dedication
for your sanctioned
words to me.
Your cuneiform gives me life
when all
of mine has
been suctioned dry
I am a budding tulip,
to the earth
the propinquity
of its butterfly effect
With each ripple
the beautiful insect of the world
***** the very soul
out of my being
You, my dear
pollinate each of my
empty stigmas
with your cloying words
Sticking to my dry soul
with an ease that can only mean
in sufferance,
we will find our happenstance
*Leave your unease at the door
you have no need for it with me,
love.*
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
**His body next to mine was all I had to warm me. Even his bright smile shone a comfortable feeling of warmth into my chest. His soft hair that my fingers has slipped into, had made me feel even better.
I had just then fallen in love with the way his cheeks turned a rosy red when it was cold, the way his lips suctioned around the lighted blunt in between the tips of his thumb and index finger, and the way his lip pursed as he blew the smoke into my face, and I fell in love with the smell and the feeling of getting high off of him."**
Bizarre Love Story | @trillestchild
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
I stare at the yellow, orange, red
leaves
floating across the top of the water
With my net - I chase them.
Those who escape my path
are sent
downing in the suctioned whirlpool.
It's ******* cold,
all I can think about -
That fabricated adage, "Fool me once - shame on you. Fool me twice - shame on me."
A genius of a liar,
a salesman at heart.
Intended to be used by the aggressed to remedy the pain,
surreptitiously crafted by the aggressor to ease their own.
Yes, lets!
Blame the beauty of an innocence so sweet they can actually forgive,
and try again.
Hopefully you believe that you're the fool, so that I can **** you over one last time.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
Dear Christmas,
You have left me with tears
Too many times before.
Reminding me that I am a nomad.
A wanderer.
Pushed out of the nest to fall to the unforgiving ground,
Crushing my beak.
You have laid me on velvet
and ripped it from under me.
You have burnt my desire
and suctioned any leap of excitement from my stomach
You have crushed me with ex lovers
Draped me with winter scarves
when I am going to the tropics.
Covered me in a blanket of snow
falling all over my natural being.
I am not entitled to happiness today.
I am elected as a fool.
And stomped upon, turning my soul inside out.
My grandmother would turn in he grave,
Knowing you live the way you do.
Christmas, where is the joy?
Why can't I be in the city,
Feeding the homeless turkey and pie?
But instead I am mourning over a scarf.
Who have I become?
And who are you?
Dec 25, 2011
Dec 25, 2011 at 6:02 PM UTC
I look at you and everything we were
I’m so addicted
To the love that you were bringing, for sure
I’m getting more cravings
I’m wanting you back
You are my ecstasy
And now my life is going whack
Without you I’m so alone
I’m lost in the world
Full of a monotonous tone
I remember we used to lay together
Legs knotted, bodies suctioned
I wish it would last forever
Now I’m in drug rehab
Only nobodies here
I’m so lost
I can't find a way out
I just drown in memories
Of ecstasy
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
Silent mist of Flanders
suctioned to the fields
enclosing you, old soldier
shut off from this world
and
gently moaning
from beyond the boundaries
we call human
Tranced skeleton shot through
and running dead
through poppied-blood
I saw you today, heartbroken boy
calling for your mother's touch
Through a mouthful
of
earth
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
Our hands locked together
Perfectly
Our fingers fit each others
Perfectly
Our palms suctioned one another
As if God formed them meant
To entwine
Perfectly
Your touch bound with mine
Perfectly
And your kiss on my lips
Not perfect but built just
Right for each other
Perfectly
Your hands grazed on the leather
Just above my skin
Perfectly,
All this perfect
Yet you never were.
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 10:28 AM UTC
on this slide of a petri dish
sits a speck containing the DNA
for the birth of the cosmos
it drops predetermined as as fall leaves fall
egg cracks
yolk spills out
gooey, opaque suspended around a glowing yellow SUN,
a billion suns,
a disk of ever-flattening, expanding life
It stretches. It yawns.
It cries for its mother.
---------------------------------------------------------
Out of it teems throngs of the tiniest colonies
whose kingdoms rise, rage, and fall
the sun burns out.
It takes an infinite eon for the dying stars to reach us and then what?
Planets freeze over, gravitational collapse ensues
we are suctioned silently into a black vacuum
All that's left, the smallest seed buried in a dark grave
waiting to bloom.
Death to Life.
A Resurrection.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
I saw your beauty,
and I could not breathe.
speechless, breathless, helpless—
air suctioned right from my lungs,
dry and barren, only my eyes were alive.
I relish in the sight before me,
worshipping with sinful habits.
I fell to my knees,
peering up through my lashes to meet your gaze.
my mouth watered and my body trembled,
begging with my eyes to have my wish granted.
you knew all that I wanted,
and all I wanted you gave to me.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
still waiting to feel the oceans that moved beneath my skin
when you touched me
still conscious of the way you wrapped your hands around my neck
so possessively, filled with a power I was suctioned to
still remembering the friction between bed sheets
the desperate and lonely kisses we shared
believe me, I'm trying to get it out of my head
I don't want you here anymore
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
A Chattered Weeping
Tropic heat
there hangs a grief
Clung !
Like a cold wet shower curtain
inhaled by an open window
suctioned
mildew mischievous
against the skin
But this grief ..
a replenishing ache
(now scolded from rank)
and no longer
heaving and hopeless suffocation
duration has operated
Oct 17, 2021
Oct 17, 2021 at 8:05 PM UTC
Alone in the Empty night.
The tears flow down slowly at first,
Resolving into a waterfall.
Uncontrollable fears, icy cold current,
Dragging down to
Unrelinquished pressure.
Sopping wet boots,
Suctioned to numb toes and feet,
A weight that won't let go.
Reaching up...
But there's no purchase on the
Slime filmed rocks.
Tortured... Drowned.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
~
yellowing birch leaf
suctioned to a rounded river rock
shimmers
my attention is caught
the gleam penetrates me
lasers shoot forth from my fingertips
bending light weaves
the forest
a basket
unable to keep my eyes open
a warm wave washes over me
peaceful slumber descends
startled by a new predicament
I find myself stuck
arms and legs outstretched
as if my body were attempting to locate
individual compass points
with alternate appendages
and yet, I feel elastic
able to morph and elongate
and out of the corner of my eye
I see my left hand
seem to shimmer with a yellow glow /
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
there's a residue of wheat-paste
stuck to our fingers. each time we part
to adorn the concrete walls
with antifa posters, the molecules grasp
for one another, suctioned together, desperate
to hold each other
just a moment longer.
absently, i remember
the last time my fingers were glued
to your contours. you grasped my hand
then, as well. only tighter. held me firm
by the wrist as we eclipsed and i slipped inside
you, both body and mind. between clenched teeth,
a gasp of bliss traipsed
like a brushstroke across your tongue.
you ripened, sticky as a pomegranate
split wide open, slick and sweet and pink.
i will never again be your lover—at least,
not in this lifetime. but tonight
you were my partner in crime
and i like to think that maybe
that counts for something.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
The billowing
Invisible pillows
Of oven air
Pressing
Surrounding
Attempting
To mollify
Liquefy or
Bake
A dense
Imperative to
Change state
Figures
Droop and
Drip
Bottled water
Is
Initially
Sipped
And
Then
****** at
With placid
Desperation
Until plastic vessel
Is an empty lung
That inhales with
A suctioned
Creak
Then exhales
Vapour
Breathing on lip’s
Sweat
That then slides
Down
Ever
Down
Pulled by
Under ground gravity
Forming
A river of
Consciousness
A blurring of
Memory and
Passive observation
Until everyone
Seems to be
Part of one
Melted mind
A slippery hive
Of semi-conscious cogs
Slowly turning
Turning
Forgetting where
Left is
Where right is
Instead
Moving forward
Pooling with the masses
As they slink
Forward
Up stairs
Through tunnels
Funnelled ever forward
Pushed out
Rising ever up
At pace with
Steam
Then
Then
Rush of wind
And
Out into the open air
Aware
Suddenly of
Sun
Clouds
Pavement
Nostrils
Filling
The feeling of
Remembering
A loosening
A separation
From the sweaty
Stream of commuters
A grounding
Knowing suddenly
Here
There
Here
Lip still sweaty
The wind blows cool
You pause
Then swept
Into another
Current
Of people
With a purpose
That can’t be gleaned
March on
March on
Till your front door
Then
Then
Hide as you slide down
Pressing your self
Against the solid dam
A shield against the rush
Another day is done
But
The city still sweats
Outside
Beneath the blanket
Of the season
Tossing turning
Fitful and full of
Floating dreams
And the glossy steamed
Mirage of a nightmare
Then
Then
You sleep
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
Sparking glancing hints
reaped day after day
I forgot all moments
they don’t rest on my mind
nor do I find darker places
to rest my wandering mind
I can’t race to forever hide
Many years we were absent
you held pinning the dolls
till the emotional wheel raptured
capturing all the traces of pain
as the torrential rain fully cascaded
into a stormy sorrowful existence
Yet this was love as I knew it
forever lost in an evil tribe
turned and tossed, run and mashed
crushed until the bones mill to dust
Love tells a lot of lonely tales
turning taps of unruly submission
and my soul was suctioned into a vacuum
one truly mistaken for enlightenment
and life became like a fainted bloom
one of despair and irreparable
My blood knew it and it rejected
every trace of corrupted selfishness
My skin knew it and it was tormented
in every path it lay to rest
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC