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betterdays May 2014
Now,
We are mellow.
Having spent the evening exploring the threads of friendship.
That had come adrift of warp, weft and weave.
Time and distance had
silks, snag-tagged-torn,
on the bustling-busy,
hectic-hustling of work
and family.

Teasing-taunt,
needle-gnawing,
small, gap-rip-rents
in the snug comforter
that is... the wonder of us.

Us, so many secrets woven. So many, nights of tissues and sobbing tears.
Darning in daring exploits. Cutting away knotted,
fear-angry-scream-fighting feuds.

Cutting work, for days of delight and nights of desperate yearning.

We used anything at hand, rough wools, pieces of string and twines.
To weave a blanket,
to hide us from life's storms.

We were,
so young, so strong, recklessly-brash,
stupidly-joyous
and braveheart-fools.

And now, time and age,
has softened our work. Felted and fuse-melded,
the fibres into a beautiful entity.

That we store-save in the heart's cupboard,
of special and precious  things.
It is an heirloom of sorts.
We bring it out,with occasional, humble-grace,
to be dandled and stroked with reverence.

Caressed and cossetted are our memories held within the abstract weave.

We are the dwindling
of a youthful exuberance
flung-thrown-heaved
to the wild winds.

So now, we are grateful to be curator-custodians of the retrospective nature
as we augment-append
and reiterate-repair.

A new thread here,
now,
embellish-embroider,embed
and tatt-stitch.
My son and your twin girls, squeezed, splashing
into your tiny bathtub
big-grin-giggling in the gurgling water.

Our future, here and now,
is the brightest of silks,

Our past, mellow and yielding in,
the luminent opulence,
angelically-asleep in,
the other room.
Jill Miller Jan 2012
Roses are Red, Blood is too.
You're my best friend, but I hate you.
Best means nothing.
Friend means less.
Yet without you,
Truth?
I'm a mess.

Said what I said *** I give a ****
which is more than you get from the crowd you hang with.

Ricky and Dustin and tall hot blonde kid,
Misha, and Matt..
**** all of them!

Better yet, don't!
They don't deserve you.
I know you don't believe it,
but its true.

You're incredible, as I've said before.
Start believe that.
Stop being a *****.
Who is this girl?
You could be so much more!

You want to be wanted?
That's what you want for yourself?
What about success, dreams,
and maybe good health.

If I could give everything I have,
I would.
If that meant you were happy
and would smile like you should.

I would die for you.
Why don't you understand that?!
You're the best friend that I've ever had!

Delete my number.
Do you think I meant that?
I felt like such **** that's the response that I had!
And you can forget me and go get a tatt?
While I'm in tears over a fight that we had!

You get drunk and say you hate your life.
Yet continue to do it every night.
and I'm willing to drive there to be there for you
because that's what a ******* best friend would do!

And no matter what, I'll always be here for you.
And if you walk away,
I'll be here, too.

Violets are blue,
and that's how I'm feeling.
If you're at this point,
I guess thanks for reading.

This is my cry,
my reach out to you.
Cuz the way I love you girl,
a text wouldn't do.

Best means nothing,
friend means less.
But sisters are until the ******* end.

I don't care if you hate me or if I hate you.
I don't care if sometimes we have a fight or two.

The fact is, there's nothing that I can do
to even begin to explain to you
how much I want to make amends
try to improve and just stay friends.

You don't have to acknowledge me.
Delete me from your life,
all over some stupid ****** strife.

But I couldn't stay awake for one more night
thinking about it,
pretending everything was alright.

Let me know one way or the other.
Let's not give up on one another.

With everything that we've been through,
I don't want to stop being a we with you.

You're my best friend,
my sister,
my wife.

You're my tree,
my twin,
my kiss at midnight.

You're such an immense part of my life.
Eliminate you at this point?
Yeah right!

So roses are red, and blood is too.
We're at war,
yet I'm on the frontline for you.
Fighting for everything we've been through
and I'm not giving up.
**That's what best friends do.
My Dear Poet Feb 2022
A lizard and a tatt!
imagine that…
his lover left before she came
gone on a whim
leaving him
with a tattoo of her name

now full of regret
but soon will forget
when his words finally come true
his promise of change
never too late to arrange
a shed of skin and off with the tattoo
shining diamonds Jun 2019
two lines
is not a poem
its two lines
it has no substance
no structure
its a thought
someone caught
is it noteworthy
not in the least
but the person
who writes without
themselves
there not present
here in the moment
of all the people who do such
who think it only takes that much
should give your head a wobble
it's just a load of cobble  
the two lines are just that
like a load of tatt
truly
poetry comes from a calling
a memory
a feeling
is nothing dust blowing in the breeze
you make a mockery of the art
like you just would ****
all over your page
not bleed at any stage
is it because your simply
not smart enough
to have a worthy entry
dig deeper into your soul
if you lack the talent
of this simple art
pray tell
are you worth more than
a **** ?
if you throw art away
thinking you can walk away
then i have this to say
your not an artist
your stuck in self pity
look in the mirror and think
where did you go
or did you just blink
those two lines
bug me more than
any times
i've seen anything else
are your not incapable
or simply not know how
i think you just don't give
the art the respect it so needs
look at yourself
a poem
is not two lines
a thought
a passing
a nothing
this is not your diary
find somewhere else to share
because i for one care
you lay the art bare
more effort should be found
if your words are to be sound.
izzy w Dec 2011
my skin is public property
my tongue is everyones
i will just have to find new ways
to bare my self i have to learn
to cry i have to learn to cry

if i tear my skin off does that mean
i love you ? if i tear my tongue out
does that mean i love you ??

lets get tatt oos tog ether

lets make our skins each others
privatize my thighs tonight i
have every reason to take off my
clothes i have every reason to lie

i’m quiet  //  i’m tired  //  i’m right

tonight

i will zip up my sweater and
padlock my belt like ive never done
what if i kept my fingers tucked
in my pockets until someone
worth slapping comes along
Constantine Apr 2019
I want to Tatt
a Halo around my head
so i remember that i'm an angel
Just GS Jun 2017
said I loved you
I'm past that
get me back
to get laughed at
splash my name
off your last tatt-
chase the cash
that you can't have
flash your fans
on the snapchat
last to ask
so you laugh last
fur jackets, masks
& the plastic
fast as you can grab that
relax
I get it -
we're not a match
just quit it
I've kept all the rocks
I asked you to kick
I've slept on them lots
but elastics do rip
hard as I try
to keep it together
I cannot bend
no more
goodbyes
last time
goodbye
grumpy thumb Oct 2017
Engine oil buried deep as hate beneath my nails.
Won't scrub away
it remains like the mistakes I made.
Not always visible,
but I know it's there all the same.

Old tatt lines blasted as heart ache,
it's hard to follow the ink.
What it represented
now an obscure link
like faded love.
Though in a certain light
it don't look that bad,
or so I tell myself,
but mostly I try not to think.
give cadence to the simple
life to the seeker
with words through accordance toward the meek
long for words whispered in the dark
deep calls onto deep
the temptess shall seap
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call
with a heart capable of magic
the black cat in the road
peal away the dross
a tiff or tatt

pray tell how far we have moved through sound
clearance to want me around
temperate
all my sins were laid at his feet

a beg or two then get too deep
stand still & repeat
Gods1son Aug 2019
Can I tatt your name in my skin
As you've seared your love into my heart
This love is a game of two
And you've never ceased to play your part
Even when the terrain was rough,
You've shown yourself to be tough
I promise you my untainted love
Till the very end of time
Whether things be as sweet as honey
Or as sour as lime
You'll forever be my honey,
You'll forever be mine and
I'll forever be yours
Cheers to a bright tomorrow,
Our world of beautiful possibilities.
This wordsmith long in the tooth
unsure if I Cain
or Abel craft a spoof
espying name tags showing many male
(some imposters possibly
hired as "FAKE" sleuth),

nonetheless, slew of
employees under same roof
i.e. CVS Zieglerville location
share same first name,
thus clearly conclude,
said pharmacy not matt proof,

nor rock proof,
though not immune to ****
hacked material of ca horse,
hence qualify hoof
jest in case ya wonder this goof
fuss haint no rhyme nor reason
for yours truly - tug heave forsooth.

Methinks attempt to cobble
humor roundly readily goes flat
apprising failed coup debt tatt
fomented by one Harris tweed
Scottish lad named Matt,
whose cohorts christened same,

now empirically poised to strike rat
fink de facto leader who recruited
private militia for mortal kombat
by George, and drew names out of top hat
overestimated adherents"FAKE"
blind faith overlooking slim or fat

chance to trump and lobby
funds for Costello and Abbott
Vaudeville, and radio days of yore revival
at attempt to goose ooh..gnat
there! homespun humor that
long fostered storytelling and frat

turn eyes zing among folks
bridging versus atomizing, the latte
her endemic within Century 21
technology sowing seeds within chat
touring class repelling, polarizing, nat
trilly breeding suspicion

streaming re: a world flooded, née sat
chore rated solely predicated
on here a matt, there a matt
impossible mission
to rationalize away

everywhere a milquetoast matt matt
drowning sorrows in his watership
down of confidence
diluting self worthiness and told
by everyone to ****!

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