"tabooed" poems
Step into my universe
You'll see only words
In my mind, flurry of feathers
Hurricane of riled up birds.
They amass and circulate
Searching to break free
Storm of ink; doesn't abate
Bleed out for no one to see.
*Hidden inside my heart
Forbidden words I long to convey
Teach me how to start
With you I foist to play.*
Words veiled by silent secrecy,
Cloaked words I long to shout
Bordering the point of heresy
Tabooed words without doubt.
Almost an eternity I've whispered
With care and only hushed tones
Well kept secret undiscovered
Laying quiet under unturned stones.
Thought myself alone when I heard another
One that sings choral to my own
A mournful call that sang together
Grey melodies embodied in skin and bone.
*The cravings of my heart
Your words I wish to fill
In my head occupies the biggest part
Our declaration's the only seal.
A vow you and I made
A love we wish to last forever
Dismissing that opportunities evade
Who would need a supporting paper.
Hidden softness within me
Only you can tap and enjoy
The only one that holds the key
Heart and mind meet to employ.*
Our hearts, like kings, would've risen
Adorned and bejewelled on their crests
Let us sing in unrehearsed unison
Crowned words we've locked in our chests.
IamMsIves
rhymesmith
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 8:21 AM UTC
*the droplets of water are singing a trail down the bricks of the houses
through the alleys of the glassy-eyed broken people with soft hearts, a pre-disposition for death
weaving a tabooed trail across the sidewalks that when gazed upon reeks of obscurity
and leaving faint lines on the creased skin of all the sinewy fatalities
the mildewed rain peaks across the rusted windowsill that sighs with familiarity
it sloshes against the children’s playground and slaps at the pavement with a sudden clarity
it empties itself into the spiked maze of the tree branch hoping the leafs will cling onto to it dearly
it mellows into a pond that breaks apart with sharp staccatos when mushy feet run down the street
and it hurls itself into the bitterly sweet lips of two frost-bitten lovers who will soon meet
it daintily steps into the burning embers of the flame, only to be flushed out in shame
it turns to the shower as a last resort, but whines in dismay when it’s slurped down the drain
it embraces the eyelashes until it’s shaken in misery and then watches wearily as it’s blinked away in positivity
it lumbers down the path of the bruised ego, a shattering of phrases that leaves the person’s mouth
and before it has the chance to drop it is scooped up and chastised until it moves no more
the tears and the rain drops wander listlessly for all of eternity
only to be hastily thrown away or brushed into cotton for fear of a restless divinity
it is never to reach a destination and only doomed to be forgotten
and so it seems dear friends, that raindrops are simply you and me*
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
............................................... on the.................................................
moth eaten pages,
i pen
the discovery,
i dread
my existence
in this world.
in the abode of black men,
among the filth of mankind,
scattered in those dimly lighten ghettos
relaying an unforgivable legacy
i stood
as a moss covered relic
silhouetted against the light
a moppet,
born in this tabooed world
a scar upon my kins
who likely preferred a boy
biped,
standing alone in the moor
beheld a future
turned into debris
like flies ,
swarming around a glare
many a cold hapless eyes ,
i met
hovering over me
eyeing me - a hellion
and soon they drew my fate
every door
shut upon my face
forcing me
to creep in to corners
and live
under the shadows
to defy them proved grim
only to be hugged
often by heartless whips
or burnt by cigarette thuds
thus like a ****
amid st the bean stalk
they uprooted me
from their lives
and thawed my efforts
to seek the world
after all who am i
a girl
yes a girl
a taboo....
or a disgrace?
i was killed
murdered...in my mothers womb
my blood spilled
before i was born
before i could see
before i could breath
they choked me
to death
from life
from
me ....
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Ariadne
liked her *** best
on an armchair
or the sofa
with her lover
Bernice, in charge
of the *** games,
especially
those involving
sweat cream being
slowly licked off
of her body,
or a warm tongue
moving between
her naked thighs,
which, through pleasure
over again,
brought the warm tears
to her dark eyes.
And in moments
reflecting back
to her childhood
and her father's
cruel sadistic
abusive ways,
she wondered how
over the years,
she kept intact
inside her mind
and injured heart
and tortured skin,
the deep seated
capacity
to allow love
not to be spoilt,
or the places
he had tainted,
to be tabooed
to her lover,
especially
when she slowly
slides her finger
along her spine
or between legs
satisfying
her paradise,
her pudendum,
as her lover,
laughing, calls it.
But most of all,
despite the past
of abusive
hurts and foul touch,
she still has that
ability
to overcome
the dark years,
to love her hot
lover, Bernice,
that **** *****
all too human,
and all too much.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
Oh! that you were born on Wednesday
then thou can doth as wednesday does
tis not thy fate to ply that road
Look away now child, fight not the cards
tis not your fate, tis not your fate
for only maidens wend to war and horses ride
for ye are the offspring of Wednesday
tis not your station to question wherefore
think not of it my child, let fate decide
It is tabooed to search for the eagle's nest
only they were borne to doth these things
thy worth, tis ransomed by thy skin
resplendent as a future past, that never beest
and lo that road was never walked
By him
Or her
Or we
Or they
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
we tripped up the stairs
when we were kids
not knowing it was a metaphor
for what was to come
together, we huddled over laughing
when we reached the top
since the stumbles
left bruises on our knees
but never on our souls
unlike the steps we climb now
that take us to floors
we never meant to go to
and though I have seen you fall
so many times, my brother
each time you rise
with a grace that triumphs
your exhausted eyelids and
burned brain, remnants of
the tabooed chemicals
we made pinky-promises
never to do
none of it touched
the sincerity behind
your crooked smile
the boy that walked me home from school
when our mom was too busy
is still in those baby brown eyes
that wave at me
even over the telephone
to be honest, my brother
you give me more hope
than any self-help book
through the struggle, sorrow, and Celexa
never surrendering
to the stairs of life
and just like children
you hold out your hand
to help me up
though my knees are too sore
my heart too battered
one day I will join you
on the second floor
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
This words are my own to
scandalize, throw it directly
in your face, scream them
encrush them and swallow
in silence as a pois a porter
at a tabooed cablooed bar
drinking bottles of brewed
cougar gulping bitter pills
small tokens of forgotten
abandoned little peoples
Taboo Words:
heartbreak, blob, writersblock
anguish, drunkdead, motherfu
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 6:29 AM UTC
the spoils of ego
have created the vile
and the grasps of men's malevolence
will raise the hairs on the fallen arm
the snaking graze bringing diaphragms to a chill
and the eye of lost men reflecting to the churning sky
brimming with echos of lost contraptions in time
the pockets of dream viewers upon heart's decline
and the whisper of one final, sweet bliss
the clamor of doubt sunk like wounded icicles
the gleam of one's bone under lampshade glow
and the lingering touch of medallion thrones
the greed of man washes over ashore
upon the silhouetted fingers of children tomorrow
and the affection of what's promised will wander
soon to the forages of tabooed swelling yonder
simmering in the ashes broken into fragments
eroded into sands of time to slip through palms
and as the day spin on its axis
twisting men's gaze to crunch into manifesting feats
to brink a think that they must all abide
to the fists of iron and crunch of another bone
how they dare treat another soul
in such fruitless fashion
and ambition lacking in direction
their virtues of moral must stand on a compass
without it, they cease to be
pinned to a brick
because their heads are too thick
and don't for a second think
that they are able to keep
the walls fortified, for it too will sink
and they shall fall to their knees
if they refuse to listen
and keep their shiny egos
shaved to a comfortable narrow
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
for all the things labeled
in the exterior mirages
of turpentine reeking layers
worn lavishly by red lipstick
and silver tailored suits,
light illuminating marble counter tops
dusted by the next-thousand-block immigrant
the mother of four beautiful children
she clashes with the detriment of money
which filters back to champagne of that red lipstick,
the silver tailored suit a million floors above
encased within their own skeleton
they peel their skin so not to feel a thing
stuffed in a daycare tabooed because of its door handle
touched by mothers working wage to meet end's meet
children skipping their shoes
on the stains of the concrete underneath their feet
and not realizing a thing
the mother bustles through
alone but surrounded by grease
seething into the cracks of her heels
while her children grows by the tick
into the template configured by society
the smear of red lipstick
the wrinkle in the silver tailored suit
the system of trickle down economy
have gone down the throats of so many lives
as a diluted joker waving a flag sewn with white
this age of decadence
chooses to blind its kin
reality has been remodeled
into a Hollywood basement
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
His bright, white haze had always held him trapped,
Kept him blinded in hallowed embraces,
Scarcely breathing, trying stiff to adapt,
Teasing him with glimpses of tabooed places.
He lusted for freedom from perfection,
To fly vaguely in dangerous waters,
Incessantly gaining disaffection,
For the lastest fictions he had uttered.
Another offered a chance at freedom,
Skeptical of the darkness surrounding,
Clouded mind knowing that accepting him,
Results in a contract always binding.
Exhausted of sacred blessings he turned,
From angel’s love and in Tartarus burned.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
Sometimes we don't know why?
Sometimes we don't understand
When we look into each others eye's
We know deep down, We are meant to be
Our love is tabooed
I want you to take me out of this dream
I can't live another day without you in my arms
You are the only one I trust
I am nothing with out you
You make me feel better when I feel down
Our love is like a never ending high
Why do we hide our love for each other?
Lets not let our love fade away
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
Strangulation marks on necks
Tendon scars on wrists
Someone wants them near
Who is the normal one out of here?
They are the ones who bring on troubles
The ones who are troubled
Doubting, scared, tabooed
Pills and needles; we’re subdued
White robe opening the blinds
Who is this guy
Let in some light
Into this shady existence
They are the ones who are distanced
Brought to the state of nonexistence
Something’s wrong in mechanism
Of playing a certain role
In this world
And no way to repair
They are there
And still they are not there
Stumbling, crying, wanking
Cutting, suffocating
Fighting, hating
Forever waiting…
They can now stop from doing this
They’re masters of their flesh and bone
But what is it like to live a life like this
To fight and be fought when you’re left all alone
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
anger was tabooed to death.
but it never meant to hurt anyone
it only wanted to protect ....
After the funeral someone had to replace the job.
after the burial of the emotion
depression moved into office
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
Tabooed twice
Makes me want it double
Oh the trouble
But I’d get in it for you
I don’t know how it works
Opposities in every way
Yet the magnetism is of massive proportions
The fireworks we lit
Were right under us
We soared high into the sky
In order to fly
We must sacrifice
But the pinks and purples the yelllows and reds
Make me see only you
It’s as if you see things with crystal sharp sincerity
And seeing you from across the room just knowing your presence is equivalent
An ice bath of stardust with somehow still steam
Just compares to nothing
You are my dreams
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC