"tatoo" poems
i want to love you.
braid your hair and make cupcakes love
drive full speed to the mountains love
friendship before *** love
i want to love you like a unique tatoo
that only we know the meaning of.
i want to love you.
newborn fresh innocence love
give you half of my kidney love
break myself in two in order to catch you love
yeah,
i want to love you.
Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 12:05 AM UTC
(like all firsts, you
may bet)
it hurts (but
through the second, third, fourth and nth)
time
(it does the) hurts
all the more, just
to make it
perfect; to seem as though
magic
my heart (could be red
not for)
it bled
for you
more (for it is
more) than
a tatoo
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
R.I.P. tatoo Just below the right knee
one more down in the concrete jungle.
chalk line washed fading in the night wind.
Yellow tape flutters in the breeze.like break away kites
caught up in the trees.
Rat a tat tat. brings rat a tat tat.
Young mother wailing on buckled knees.
Firing line drawn in blues and reds
claiming turf with a bandanna head.
Rat a tat tat brings rat a tat tat.
Head stones lined up. waiting for the dead
R.I P. in faded ink. Live by the sword
hey what did you think.
Rat a tat tat bring rat a pay back.
Cactus flower sprouts around thorns
Beauty nestled in blood red sun.
Live by the gun and die by the gun
Rat a tat tat. Brings rat a tat tat.
right down to the ground. the ground. The dust.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
She hardly was an early riser.
Life at home for her was hell.
Violent voices
and mean threats.
She wrote this on a sunny start of the week, monday.
The sun seemed to have been greatly amused at her wrinkled face.
Recently, she discovered she would release a ****
whenever anxiety or nervousness hit her like a dart.
Her daily life began by 4:30am.
There she was in comfort on her irregular bed,
till a sharp light hit her face
and a thunderous voice boomed her ear drums,
His foot steps made so much sound than his voice.
It was her father.
It wasnt his voice that struck her,
or was it the sight of a whip that he wielded so callously.
It was the angry look he always beared on his face.
It was almost as if he was angry with God for waking him up everyday.
Mixed feelings of fright and fuzziness gripped her
she hastily greeted
He didnt respond.
Her sister stood behind her bed
whimpering in fear.
Only then did she discover who the whip was meant to trash at that moment.
The night before
was a nightmare she have seen before.
Her ingredients failed her,
her attention
and her organization
towards the food preparation.
Her Mom hated excuses
Her Dad hated losses and bad soups.
Her promises flew away
Phone accessories became her get-away.
It wasnt the intensity of the funny smell,
or the intense awareness of the pepper and salt,
but it was the searing look her mum had.
Her mom must have mentally shredded her like cabbage, she thought.
Her mom wondered why arguements stuck in her tongue like a tatoo.
Most times she resented her awkward behaviour,
She saw life has an eazy game.
She thought mistakes were a part of our imperfection as human beings and hence should be constantly made.
She didnt understand why God placed her in that family.
Her mom would constantly remind her of the future
She could hear her voice in her sleep
Her mom would speak with her eyes
when her anger has reached a certain height.
Hereditry
played a role
in her usual condescesion.
The environment
played a role
in her usual sadistic talk and thinking.
Yin and Yang,
Cold and Hot,
the order of seasons
Either you can change
or you can not.
Such is the nature of Monica.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
I have a tattoo in mind
To be an expression of my being
Body & soul that ink would bind
To give my existence a written meaning
You design one that's unique
& invite me onto the chair...
The pain better than any pleasure i seek
For ur art is better than any clothes i could wear
Force your needle into me
On my flesh and across my bones
Carve the long Dark lines deeply
& unravel ur creation amid my groans
Give it expression & color
For i am ur masterpiece and you my sculptor
Use red for my Fury
Black for my mystery
& many shades in between to tell my story...
Give it wing. give it shapes
The silent Roar of a dragons breath
Keeper of a shuddering heart
Burning fire of an unleashed wrath
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 7:05 AM UTC
Living the dream and living the cliche
On route around the world
Ticking boxes off the bucket list
And collecting souvenirs
A poncho in Peru
Bag in Bolivia
Charm in Chile
Amber skin in Australia
A tatoo in Thailand
And bandaged bruises in Bangkok
Living in the moment
Helped me do it all
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
*The velvet touch
I was so in love with you.
When you made love to me
I would write invisible
love letters on your skin.
poetry on your lips
and my name on your fingertips.
I loved how you were selfconscious
You complained your teeth were not
white enough.
but I would write love poems
about the warmth
that fell from your smile
like purest sunlight.
I could rest in your smile
for hours.
I loved your eyes
deep and dark
like drowning pools.
I would keep my eyes open
as we kissed
to look into heaven
just for a moment.
I loved your gentleness
how you touched me so softly
as though I would break
like a fragile eggshell.
What I did not know
was you were a writer as well
and when you left
you had written poetry
all over my body
but it was not written
with your fingertips
but indellibly
like the needle
of a tatoo artist.
And even when I just think
of of letting you go from my heart
I read one of the poems
you wrote on my skin.
and my fragile eggshell heart
is shattered and crushed
by someone with a velvet touch.*
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
CAST:
Dr. Pepper
Captain Morgan Tatoo
Grey Goose & Kalua
M. Raymond Villamor
IN A DRUNK INSPIRED RHYME
And the Doctor takes me under as the Captain begins to sail ...
And my emotions start to drift - shall it be heaven or will it be hell?
And the Doctor tipped the bottle to make shots more and more ...
While the Captain weighed the anchor far from distant shore
So now I sit floating, feeling numb and asking what it's all for ...
Maybe the answers will come tomorrow ... but tonight I'm just not sure.
And the Doctor dripped his happy poison as the Captain cut another wake ...
So I sailed upon the Doctor’s highs and Captain’s choppy waves
The Doctor finally had to quit ... medicine he had no more ...
And the Capt's ship ran aground into the rocky shore ...
So I befriended some Black Russians to keep from being bored.
I just was not ready in sobriety to be moored
And the Russians took me in and in their grip I drifted off to sleep
All my sorrows and all my pain till the morrow it would keep
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 2:51 PM UTC
I have been in the shade far to long.. Even walking in the sun this darkness looms over me.. Yesterdays haunt me to a point of seeing no tomorrows.. I can still hear the bell toll its one note song.. It was 12,000 years later, 12,000 years of being in such shade.. That I finally saw the sun above this sky.. The ghost and dreams of my children have brought me here to this place.. A sun sized planet that is home to the divine gear.. A technology built by a higher being.. A technology that can take an immortal to the next realm, to heaven.. The divine gear will complete my star drive.. And there it spun.. Driving the life on this huge planet.. I knew I could not take it with me now.. As taking it from this place would end all life on this beautiful planet.. I could feel it calling to me.. I closed my eyes.. It begun to spin in all its divinity.. It made me see, feel, hear, and make real all of its dreams.. For the moment I moved throughout all of the universe, I saw what it wanted me to do.. Then I would be awarded the passage to heaven.. When I opened my eyes I felt different.. I saw things different.. I heard things different.. I felt things different.. Through the eyes of a God I could see emotion.. On my right hand there was now a tatoo of the divine gear itself.. But this tatoo spun within my hand guiding me on where to go next.. It was time to bring life to this vast dead universe.. It begins with me.. Heaven awaits..
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
It's hard to believe it's been a year
You're gone but I still feel that you're near
Sometimes I delusionally still think you might just appear
The water begins to build up and form a tear
But I don't want the sadness released into the atmosphere
Great is the only way you could be
All the good that you showed me
Opened my eyes so that I could see
The depth and vastness of life and love
I remember sitting in church
Like a bird on a branch of birch
The power and depth in your voice
Told me that life is a gift, that we have a choice
And it's better to chose to live a life of rejoice
It's sad but it's true
The world isn't the same without you
And that's something I'll never get used to
But you gave me the courage to pursue and pull through
You gave insights that led me to a new world view
You will stay with me forever, just like a tatoo
This is only a small part of the story
Of a great man who rests in his glory
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
Sounds swarming
But quite alarming
College babes
Like___ Slimfast
Drink___ fast
Loves never last
Dorming ****
X box Assassin Creed
Video gifts Elfering
Twitter featuring
The Rattlesnake
*********
My sweet
surrender
Sangria
stuttering
Big mistake
The sangria
Clever mastering
The place was
bugged
That Drunk
No comedy act
Ben Stiller
All Gigs **** her
GIF ruff stuff
Gold digger bluff
Hangover cliff
Her bedroom eyes
Tonight the
Holy water
I phone Maria
Sangria suits him
Just the ring fighter
Ratfinks website
White being
creamed
Drink Kahlia
I won't
My dream drink
Sangria
Saint
My love, you ain't
He is singing
Maria
Strong hangover
with mudpack
Malaria
Drink playmate
All geared up
Generous Gina
Montezuma revenge
The Saint lounge
Competition
How she flaunts
her drinks inferior
Writing a poem
missing
some fonts
((His Tatoo))
the bomb drinker
Pineapple chunks
Bayou
water ripe ripples
Leftover drunks
Mon Cheri *******
Acting like a Saint
Terri spiritual Rumi
The drink scruples
relationship
sandstorm
Riders of
Morrisons
Heirs of beer
At the dorm
The ((Psychic Alarm))
Your drink woke
you up
****** humor
potential
Sangria
Someone was singing
I just met a girl
named Maria
((Harry Potter Hogwarts))
San Antonio
Met Maria
What a belly wash
Drinking up
Alcoholic Darts
Sanguine
Difficulty
pregnancy
Two lovers
liking Maria
Optimistic
Smoothing in
Sangria
He has
a Margarita____*
Mexican
Cancun
Margaret
upbeat
down to her
last drink
Sangria tank
Egyptian Army
buddy drinking
Like a
sandbank
Computer
Clickbank
Lions and coins
sandblasting
Morons
multitasking
Bermuda sounds
Sandpipers
And globetrotters
My Saint
of Sangria
Barcelona
Goddess
On her drenched
Sangria
mattress
She could
have done
his Bio
((That SanAntonio))
((Hostess)) Gia
Lollobrigida
Tony was singing
out to Maria
Her wings
of liquor
The Saint moves
quicker_______
Cabaret stripper
Natalie let me
entertain you
Surprise the
sanitarians
Flipping homes
Drinking up
Their Sangria
My Saint
Bella
Mama Mia
You arrived invite
your friends
No Maria______!!
Drinks on me
Schools out
But Sangria
Stays in we party
Way out
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
All those words on the stream
scream with sudden regrets
All that exceptional concepts
signals of troubles and blackness
All you did was say empty words
a void of doom and slackness
All of me was like a dried tap
running on the barren desert
All of your heart was a trap
storming distraction in laps
All you did was dig me a grave
burying me from my dreams
All you sung was dark melodies
lost in your gilded sinking cage
All you did was leave a tatoo
one indeed unpleasant and plain
All you did was leave a rumble
tumbles of trembling stacks
All the love that was wasted
stabbed me a thousand times
All the promised I dared to make
rolled in a dungeon of monsters
All the time and memories wasted
may be it was the fainted lust
All I did was hide in the bushes
so you cant touch my rust
All I did was die and fade
still you watched me from afar
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
Night- paces and restlessly stations
leaf'd sentries in the silhouette sky;
Black - cossetting, scissored, jagged
tatoo'd trees lend watchful eyes;
Branches - whisper aches and pains
with sweeping hands of hurried lies;
Trust - exhumes her two-cent breath -
"You promised not to compromise.."
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 6:53 AM UTC
Steady trying to fill this void from my mother no living full of lost at the same time thank the lord for what else is given,
So I stand here a man with sum of his heart missing cause mama gon left my heart wishin,
When it comes to the heart you are the half to my whole, sum wounds are healed but I still bleed from my soul,
Trying to keep my faith steady but you passing got me ready,
So every time I wake up without you I die again thoughts of going with you but I no its a sin but God willin I'll see you again, and every time I pray I ask him when?
So I'm left with tatoo tears without the ink, holes in my armor with out the ***** but I stand on his word and will not blink and will not blink
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
My eyes cant hold the beauty in this world
and my soul cannot hold its pain
my self leaks like watercolor falling out of my heart
blistering into acid rain
my awareness is dug in a pit of melancoly painted
with the light of so many of my dreams
at the bottom of every hole creasing me
smiles the infant woman within me
Im gradually sinking deeper into things I cannot stand to handle
I speak for every woman who has had herself torn apart
whom pain has become a way of living and a art
whom thoughts rage how will I overcome this
something
someone
tell me where to start
they tangled me once again
how in the **** are they so smart
thick black density in my eyes overlap crying laughter
I set my eyes to every human Im after
I must stay away from you
I must stay away from you
my memory will latch onto you like a warriors tatoo
there has been a breakthrough
no limits anymore
no
no
mental curfew
the stench of pain rotting away somewhere in some wasteland
extracted tons of weight, the burden mildew
I outgrew the thoughts of us
I shed like dead skin
and realize this is not the type of love I was born to rescue
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 10:42 AM UTC
she's no deva of mine
no caterpillar concubine
no cocoon consort
no butterfly courtesan
she's four tigresses in one
suckling, wandering, denned and leashed
And I'm following the track of them all
She's my white tigress of Nanjing
and though I haven't ever practiced kungfu nor qigong
I have applied to be her jade dragon
Or at least one of her green dragons
In order to help her to reach one of her nine illuminations.
So I fused my qi and ching and shen
and turned myself into a Knight of the Order of the Porcupine
and offered to gently tatoo with my quills
Her mound of Venus
with a motto of invisible yet immortal ink saying :
"Qui s'y frotte s'y pique"
Written phonetically [kisifrotsipik].
I thought because I sat just like a buddha
I was at that moment a buddha
I thought that if I breathed like a green or jade dragon
She'd let me have a bite at her immortality.
No way, my tigress said :
You just can't be and have been
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 5:28 AM UTC
I got dizzy sick rolling down hills in the mist
In the heart of a city desperate to exist
I understood that longing gaze of the abyss
An endless summer, well, when will it quit?
A stitch in time between two uneven seams
A finger in the socket of Tesla's dead dream
Come dance in the current of electric memes
Talk me out of my money with sweet polysemes
Dawn's hair was a sunbeam, she dyed it fire
It wouldn't fall straight, time is a spire
Out of sync with fate and strung like a lyre
She was an apex of innocence and desire
She left with a preacher all doom and gloom
I came with a stripper in a darkened black room
She said I'm a good kisser, I assume it's true
You can laugh at me if you want to
This dancer's a waterfall, turning all slowly
Trying to show me how intimacy's lonely
Piercings on her back like the ones Anna showed me
Lost time swirling in whirlpools below me
I tried to be gentle but I just turned out weak
Cursed by my angels, Hope and Release
My mediocre mind, my consistent hobgoblin
She said "Don't fall in love," that won't be a problem
Haylee got angry at the skip in each heartbeat
Anxiety burning in every breath of our sleep
She held every moment of the life I never had
Then released them like butterflies in our confab
My tongue tied, un-nimble, into infinity symbols
Swirling in the kiss of strangers so simple
Peeking thru needle's eyes into heaven's riddle
Wound up with Thumbelina living in a thimble
Tumbling down a faucet stream, twisting with ripples
Her hair caught in my mouth, it tickles a little
Her eyes scream with thoughts of playing my fiddle
But I feel the life released from my middle
My heartbeat's compulsive, my shivers convulsive
Her tatoo at an angle, her complexion olive
I called it a nice moment but I hope it lasts
A thousand memories trapped in my gasp
A thousand nows
just
out
of
my
grasp
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 7:22 AM UTC
She loved how he traced her freckles,
Connecting those tiny blemishes with his fingers
Patching her pieces little by little, her precious tinker
And he loved how she never knew,
How he memorized them and traced Andromedae like a tatoo
Picking her chains, hoping to unclog her soon.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC
The boy sitting by his locker
While the horde heads to Wendy's
Likes to read Emily and Sylvia.
The girl with the flowing floral muumuu
And tatoo reading Nature likes
Ralph, George and Robert.
The man standing in the apse
Of St. Patrick's reads
Milton and Blake.
The mother reads Dr. Seuss, often,
The same story, over and over again.
And who reads me?
All of the above?
None of the above?
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
The sheathing of this bulb
has broken, filled with scratches
Although it still shines bright
Hub of its joy: serving me
It has seen all of my doodles
but gave away nothing
My infant poems often think
that its light is their mother
My sweat, my tears, my nightmares
are its insignia, its tatoo
It imputes its capability
of breathing to me
but I am the apprentice here
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
eat me in darkness, in the light of a dying grass,of a lifeless blue sand,take me and make me beg for a silent violent storm
throw me down like a bag of angry nuts,humble in hot *** in a hot -white winter, chew me like a greedy lion over lamb of a creepy camp without lame excuses,grind my toungue,stroke pull my friendly hair when my ******* are swollen
Have no mercy,keep it messy,to yourself and Shhh, i'll pay the bill and the pill
if you wanna prune
if you wanna sprout
I need a sound and a smell of A red rotten egg in a hard shell
it smells good life and make me long for a ride
a ride in a village
where saints aint invited
wanna mess up with the devil
I see his marks,it sees my fading tatoo
smell the good taste of a begging soul
hit my lip, kiss a tik, make me smile
the village i wanna visit, all **** and ***** shirts,red wine
fine hardships ****** and swagger
mixed up in a laundry where my heart sings with desire
mess it up tear a little bit fear no messiah
no priest or a preacher
saint and a sin wear same shoe
make a berry wish i'll give you every dish
of a lonely naked girl in her balgy falling pants
mess it up roll it out and aim for hell
this is a feeling
i have owned for a second
longed for days
wished for months
it flashes my mind when my *** flushes kindness
whu a u to make it holy
who begs a preacher when a ride is evil
just around the corner
where my neighbour sees it better
i freak and beat the seat before the blindman sees im weak
someone to steal me, feast ON me,
till i disappear in that neat ****
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC
I wanna express my gratitude... to the few of you who didn't think I was too young or naieve to give advice. As a person with my analytical mindset, I love problem solving. I told my uncle that I have a weird affinity for broken women. I love people with stories to tell. Love the way legs can still stand despite the struggle. Love watching people break away from their own tragerdies. I love the thought you can dilute a great concentration of pain with just a little bit of kindness. Like liting candles in pitch black spaces, it only takes something small. My uncle says it's because people like me are wired to seek out things that need solutions. That's not to say they can't find their own solutions. I just like to see if I can play a part. So like tatoo artists on surgey wards. We sketch our art over people scars. Inject colour into their dark sides. Extend ourselves into their life lines.
We wanna fill what feels hollow.
Inscribe instrustions on how to smile and see if you'll follow.
And to anyone who thought what I said was good enough to act upon... thank you... and sorry.
Because hypocracy is a crime I practice all too often. Putting my own advice into application is extceedingly uncommon.
I would never take my own advice.
Because honesty with my loved ones would cause too much heart ache, I can not simply "just be open and real with her"
I cannot wear this skin with genuine pride because I would never "just be yourself man".
And despite the words falling falling out my mouth as we speak, why the **** would I understand "you are your own worst enemy. If you'd just believe in yourself you'd be surprised with what you can achieve".
To the many or the few who took my advice.
Who rolled the dice, who paid the price.
A penny for my thoughts and whether every thing changed or if all was for naught.
Maybe we just need to hear someone else say it. We so often are expected too try and stand tall in a world with ceilings that are too small. All some of us need, is to know that we're saying the right things.
So for everytime I was never told, I'm telling you. Let our voices be glitter and our ears be glue. Let people sparkle! Entice their shine so brlightly that they startle. Tell people all things you wanted to hear.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
What are you hiding.
A stash. A cache.
A tatoo. You.
Do you have pride;
Are you black inside.
Is classical your gas.
Do you like your fine ***
Is that a crucifix under your shirt.
Do parents think your friends jerks.
Is there a drink in your cupboard.
Expose it. Reveal it.
No longer conceal it.
The truth will set you free.
If you don't believe me,
Believe in you.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
As the sun drips down upon the edge of the earth, the sky sheds darkness...The pain reminds me I'm still alive. Your face resides in my mind like a tatoo. I can hear your voice and feel your breathe on my neck. When I close my eyes your spirit is here. It helps me cope with your irreversible, constant negligence.
My heart, its amazing because its been beaten, broken, used, torn, kicked, shattered, thrown, cut, stabbed and it still works.
Now that I know how you roll
My heart has taken a toll
Left behind and pushed aside
Now I know that I must decide
The difference between being pushed over and being strong
I know my intentions werent wrong
I fought the good fight
Because I knew it was right
Everything I had to offer
Wasnt enough for him to bother
Its ok, there is a man out there praying for a woman like me, and when I find him, he will see
Im beautiful, **** loving, understanding, most of all, WORTH IT.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC