"supressed" poems
*The taste of your tongue lingers on me
A taste of honey encrusted in gold
It shines and sparkles even in the dead of the night
Our muffled voices echo in these four walls
The room smelled of animal musk
A mix of heaven and sugar combined
Your taste supressed the heavenly bodies' light
and gave me light brighter than Sun.*
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Cooking up a blizzard.
Lost and unguided tendrils of space hold me captive,
the trebles of your heart beating
leads me back to my my Home.
That infinite gaze of yours into my dilapidated eyes,
is like a portal to you to look into my soul.
You blanket all my darkness
With your semi-pixie cut.
You’re my tree of knowledge
I bask in it’s shade.
Powdered Sugar coating on cupcakes.
Your silk armour protects your vulnerability,
My sincere apologies to all the arrows that gaped through.
Cover me under your angel wings,
Dab away my streaming reservoirs and replace them
with pollen and sweet nectar.
Your wishbone sacramental daydreams and dreams.
I feel so lost without you.
Bandage my old wounds with your tender hands,
Kiss me with your lush lips
sending jolts of star dust upstream,
within my veins dancing with yours palpitating feet.
My shot of euphoria and bleeding antidote.
My poetry.
You, Kalon.
Let’s raise a toast to your
beauté remarquable éternel, mon soleil
your free spirit,
your beauty of a ghost,
your heart racing with joy,
your heart steaming up with reticent sadness,
build up anger that come crashing down
like a typhoon detaching from the human perspecta.
I miss you.
Your emotional mess and literal mess,
I’m your magic broom.
You, my inspiration.
You, my groove.
You, my you.
You. My everyone and everything.
You’re fun filled supressed omnipresent electric feel.
You, The only Solis in my galaxy.
I love you.
Sharing your grandoise orangy tinge yellow light.
Bottling up a few star
in a bottle of red wine,
For her Luna.
Solis is 21 a (000,000,000) today.
You’re irreplacable.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
Stretch me out and count me like clouds
Say she is vapour
Venom, velvet and vermouth
With hair of hazelnut rapture
Clutch the moments, clutch the moonbeams
Clutch the stretched out skies of cloud and mustard gas sunset
Sing she is a child of trauma
Supressed in the name of breathing
Violence in the name of skin
And she is venom, velvet and vermouth
She was born to pink salt lakes in the low country
With ruby pomegranate eyes
And hair of hazelnut rapture
Girl with the soul of a thousand pilgrim journeys
Girl with the soul of a blackberry bush
Girl with the soul of olive trees and sheep meat and oven bread in the fire country
Human smiles
And other dark things of value
She lies like velvet
She lies in the name of supressing traumas
In the name of breathing
She bleeds like a billion stars bleed vapour
She is venom and vermouth
With hair of hazelnut rapture
She is the sum of a thousand pilgrim journeys
The prayer of holy rivers in the canyon country
The smoke of incense burned by sages
The scars of bodies burned by crusaders in mustard gas chambers
Goddess of Nuclear energies
Red-eyed like ruby pomegranates
Like the dewy cauldron of morning
When tenuous steps lead bodies down the path of executionary revolution
To boarders, frontiers, walls of white-skin scar tissue
Sing songs of Babylon in the free country
Clutch the moments
Clutch your breaths and hold them in broken palms
Clutch the tides and teach them
Breach your rib-cage, unstitch and return the borrowed bones
Melt the metaphoric thrones
Breathe backwards in the name of unsupressing traumas
In the name of truth
Stretch me out and count me like clouds
Girl of angel-breath ambition
Soul of blackberry bush and smile of splintered terracotta tile
Sing your songs
Say she is vapour
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
I could fall to the ground and forget that it hurts
When I see them smile, I know the pain that is supressed.
Drowning beneath a shadow of endless regrets,
What they are, where they come from, a nation begets.
Hiding behind a veil of corruption,
Unknowingly had them intercede.
Rising smoke, from a burning soul,
Hear their cries, they hide, yet plead.
How can you pass them, not notice their tears and agony?
Is your life that beautiful, you can't stop and extend a hand?
Building cities, empires, and fools, you complain!
Why, the minute you let your feet touch the ground,
You'll see what the world looks like,
Behind that mask of glittering facade.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
Her eyes
Were always
Full of mischief
They sparkled with delight,
And always had
That special glint in them.
But if you looked closely enough
You would see
Swollen rims
From crying herself to sleep.
That sparkle
You'd think you knew so well
Was merely a mask
For the true dullness
And lack of hope
Within.
And perhaps
If you looked longed enough
You would see
The very beginnings
Of a supressed tear.
If only
I realised what was going on
In her eyes
Before it was too late.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
A minute of your attention
Just pretend I'm something
Let me rent a room inside you
With all this stress pressing hard
Down, I'm supressed, I'm the nail
Pull me out of this wooden smell
Had my anxiety crave for admiration
Leave me a trace of hope for love
Leave me a page from your history
On this silent road
I just want to hear a horn
An affectionate one
A residue to remind myself
It's meaningful to wait
Or could it mean to move on?
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
Someone asked me
About how old I am today
He proceeded to tell me
That next year I'll be a year older
I supressed the tears
And gave a pretentious laugh
I couldn't imagine next year
Being alive for another year
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
Overcast and gloom
Completely colorless
In utter helplessness
Suffocated in clouds of black
Nights I lay restless
Days I feel reckless
I wish I could go back
To when smiles were genuine
To when yellows and pinks
Supressed blues and greys
An internal storm is stirring
From darkness and dolour
Cheers to the day I see colour
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
Melancholy;
Melt in lands
Unholy
In an abyss of
Harm supressed;
Between two palms pressed
Together.
Remind us we are
Desolate;
Descending to a
Solitary fate
Where days
Gloomy;
Glue me
To my memories
Cold cruelty and
Shame;
An attempt at shadowing
The untamed.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
Clumped claws
of supressed dirt
reach from
sunken ships
filled to the
brim with swollen
tongues and
bulging
with the bubbling breath
of voices drowned
in death
clinging to my
every step;
soiled bubble gum,
like mosquito bites on
my scalp..
They itch
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 4:58 AM UTC
a little bit of sparkle
a little dab of something
a scent to match your every mood
unable to remain motionless
fiddling with a sense of helplessness
to correct past past mistakes would be like re-writing a book
but theres no regret, only moving forward
nights full of possibilty
full of adventure
intrigue at every corner
i know that look, i get it
there is a need for me to move forward with you
but my feet keep dragging
and secretly,
ever so secretly
your heart rips the more you move forward
almost in half
it shall be lost soon
then you will be truly stuck.
envy on both sides
respect comes with comfort
this secret understanding
not so secret since we are both in it
some secrets are meant to remain secrets
some supressed memories are meant to be shared
but only between us
only us.
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 4:59 PM UTC
I'm so confused,
Like a ticking bomb,
I need to be defused
My feelings are jared up
Mixed emotions --
I do not know where to start
Met you in my worst,
And you stayed.
And that made it even worst
You make me feel less cynical,
Clearer than crystal,
Every move now is critical
What magic do you posses?
With one look everything is supressed,
Smile and the sleepless world is at rest
I want you,
I need you
But I can never have you.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
Is this how it feels?
Depression?
To feel empty and hollow inside,
Not caring about anything?
To want to cry every second of the day?
I feel fat.
Unwanted.
Emotional.
I am self-concious and depressed.
I just wish I knew how to help myself.
This is a hurt that can only be supressed by icecream.
Ben & Jerry's come save me.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
Flawed eventless, the muck to the mire
To the river crimson with lustful haze.
Supressed desire flows like light, rapture to the gaze.
Feverd, clamy, tossing, turning
Lying wrestless on the floor.
Sarrow slips, through the cracks,
to come smashing through the door.
Famin parched, the scream to the cry,
to the path trampled in fits of rage.
Unrelenting fire, burns like ice, denile in a cage.
Calm, relaxed, watching, breathing,
Standing idle at the sash.
Anguish waits at beck and call
to come crashing through the glass.
Hidden in a seamless world of delight and joy and glee
A fractured cloud of misery waits
to have its cake and thee,
to reval as it sulks with company.
Ever growing spawned by fear, deathly silent in its' plea
Eating away at the sinews of faith,
dispair awaits its' time to flea.
Akin to death, friend to evil, slient screaming in its' vain
Dissolving with trust the passion of the lust
Envy plies to its bain.
Passion and fire, burning desire, these monsters are not the same.
All too familiar, confusing just the same, betrayed by flesh.
What is there cannot be had, for surely this is no game.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
hey mom, lately I haven't been okay
don't you see as you look me in the eye everyday?
the circles under my eyes are a little too deep
although nowadays all that I do is sleep
mom, last month, someone at school tried suicide
downing a bottle of paracetamol as he cried
I wanted to tell you about him, 'cause now he's dead,
but I remembered some of the things that you said
when the other day you were at the drug store
you heard someone overdosed on paracetamol
you laughed then you said, "why hold back at all?
why not drink poison? that'll work for sure!"
mom, I looked it up, it only takes fifteen tablets
fifteen of paracetamol and it'll send me straight to a casket
mom, what if I were that overdosing teen?
if I take only fourteen, would you tell me the same thing?
mom, I've been starving myself - I hardly eat
I don't know how I'm still managing on my feet
that's fine anyway, you told me I should go on a diet
so go on and tell me that I'm fat, I'll just keep quiet
hey mom, my arms are lined up with slits
but you're worried about if my clothes still fit
so I'll keep my mouth shut, I won't make things bigger
maybe if I tell my friends I'll feel a little better
mom, everyone keeps telling me I'm depressed
that I've got all these emotions inside me supressed
I only listen to you, mom, and I ignore the rest
after all, doesn't the saying go "mother knows best"?
mom, if I wanted to die, what would you do?
'cause if I tell you, I feel like you'd just say, "me, too!"
don't worry, mom, if I'm suddenly gone one day
I've learned to hate myself because of you anyway
mom, everyday is becoming a little too tough
I'm just holding on 'til I can cut deep enough
maybe it would be a nice surprise for me and you
if killing myself is something I finally do.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
Don't resist my charm
Don't think I bring harm
Because I will not
I'm here to twist some knot
Just go with the flow
Let emotion show
Supressed feeling
Will give you nothing
But imbalance life
And sometimes strife
See the twinkle in my eye
And my sweet alluring smile
As I sway my perfect hips
And pout my red-tainted lips
While I flip my red-brown hair
I know you want me in your lair
How can you resist my charm
I'm a seductress, I am.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
Well Benny just bought some F-35's,
so he can hit Iran with no regrets.
He knows that Rupert will help him
and FOX will make sure the truth is supressed.
B-b-b-Benny and the Jets.
When Iran hits back then they'll spin the facts,
say the attack was unprovoked.
Benny thinks he's so slick,
but he's making mistakes
he might be the next one to get smoked.
B-b-b-Benny and the Jets.
He's got 400 Nukes,
chemical weapons too,
but you won't read that in a magazine, no, no.
B-b-b-Benny and the Jets.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
Beyond the trees in the clearing stood courage unclothed; always the preferred attire. Its gender, female; hence I will refer to it here as she.
Such femininity supressed in the webbed corners of masculine satire. To know it is to have it, to have it is to use it. Of course she recognises fear hiding in the wind that bends the trees–she too, is afraid.
She stands at the water’s edge, stoops to see she has no reflection, only blue sky staring back with a whisper, “Where there is no reflection there is courage.”
She exists in the space it takes to step from this place to the next. Courage will guide you when there is no water and if you get lost, look up,
—She is there too.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
that place…
that place where you..don't…know
whats right or whats wrong
that place where you just are
not quite yourself; yet not estranged
by a strangeness completely
that funk that is what this is
do I feel extra or not quite
is this excess or insufficiency
Do i jump into action abounding
with love or stay put
for fear of the funk that follows
quirky tendencies or supressed emotion?
stirring. twisting. explosion
of thoughts of none
but a barren wasteland that
slowly crawls through the excessive
chatter that fills me to the brim.
is it grim? or a beautiful bounty of
raw, ****** toils of the soul
blessed, or cursed
I Am This Place.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
And you wonder why blood was spilt
And about the wars that have killed
There's things in life you can't accept
You would fight till you die
Than stand a day in its mess
And you wonder why blood was spilt
And about the wars that have killed
Freedom has a high price
And it's not given
It's taken by the oppressed
And you dont have to look far
At the world's most horrific tragedies
Look at your own anxieties
When you act like your living
But every vain in your body
Is shivering.
Cause you're supressed by capitalism
Working day and night
And your opinion is not for the giving.
Nor are you allowed to be sad
Nor are you allowed to be mad
This is how life is, they tell you
This is how life is, they convience you
Don't be a woss
They tell you
Be strong by following me
While I follow what they want me to be
And they follow what they were taught to be
By people who followed their own misery
Thinking this is how life should be
You don't wonder anymore
When you have tasted it
The depression the pain and the downgradment
It drives you insane
You don't wonder
Why the blood was spilt
And about the wars that have killed
Cause freedom has a high price
And it's not given
Its demanded by the oppressed
So, are you up for the battle
Or your ganna shut up, and cry every night?
Down your pills ?
Roll a blunt ?
Down that drink ?
Then go numb ?
And go with the cattle ?
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
fragile
violet
purple and grey
listening
aqua
fusia and green
confused
yellow
brown and blue
music
loud
charging and sleeping
guilty
crying
supressed and depressed
I am not this girl
all over again
sprawled passed out
on her bathroom floor
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 10:42 AM UTC
Got tired of pretending that this worn pillow
could ever be the soft hollow of your shoulder
Stumbled over to the mirror to see how much life has faded
and the face staring back agrees with everything you said
A muted tongue drained from every word said to you
"I love you, why won't you look at me?"
Supressed into silence, and belittled into guilt,
"The little gifts in life are not for all to enjoy."
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 8:17 PM UTC
*Tiptoe.
Very slow.
Shoulders slumped.
Head low.
An awful resemblance
to the surroundings;
Tired, beaten, voiceless walls
doors slammed shut,
A forced close
To my emotions -
Supressed
Depressed.
I'm stressed.
I'm tired -
I'm a mess.*
Sorry.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
My eye lids lift before the sun
Enveloped in sheets covering from the cold that leaves a sting on my feet
Day breaks like these where my good intensions and supressed memories meet
My pillow sinks propping up the weight of my past
My bones subside in my skin for as long as it will last
I close my eyes again but they roam in black
As if ill dream away in an instant but ill consider that pack
Smoking one for ease
One for release
Just two more please
The smoking doesnt cease
Till im curled back in my sheets
Its whatever time am
When i cant stop thinking of him
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
we were emaciated; ruined
much like the twisted silence at the foot of your bed
a hollow battle field where our hearts would lay
and in nooks of tangled legs and distraught blankets
our secrets would hide
then at night fall they would dissapate
into the cage we called a home,
to poison the atmosphere already swollen
with ambigious thoughts and supressed dreams
we wait for rain
and we wait for the sun
but never reach into the atmosphere
so like our secrets we lay dormant
in our monotonous routines
and our open eyed sleep
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC