"tatted" poems
You have ripped bellbottoms a shaky smile,
The sandy curls that cascade down your back.
You smoke till your lungs go black,
You sit in the blazing sun meditating till you go tan.
You play the tunes of The Beatles and Jimi Hendrix,
That suede jacket you wear every Tuesday.
You decorate your room with blankets so the colors keep you company,
The daisies you wear in your hair till they go brown.
You let your cigarette dangle from your thin lips,
That gritty sound you make when you form words.
Your eyes are always clouded with memories,
You wear those circular shades to hide from people.
You wipe the tears off of people’s faces,
Smile when theres nothing to smile about.
Your hands are tatted with henna, and you wear the shirt of a tie-dye spider.
All you eat is trail-mix of pistachios and sun-dried apples.
You ride in a Volkswagen with windows down to feel the breeze.
Your peace sign is like “the healer” to all pain.
You take a pull off hookah and a bite of shrooms just to chase away the madness.
You create your own reality.
When the rain falls down you fling your head back and yell to the world,
The face you make when you see animals.
He’s like an eagle, ready to sore through the sky and bring positivity.
Don’t ever tell me you’re not a hippie, because I’ve never seen anyone as unique as you.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
Let's go for a naked dip-
my bathing suit is cute but so is my birthday suit-
oh egg head
don't fall and crack
spill brains and embryo everywhere,
not good for the kids at all
might leave mental scars on long-term memory
let's get tatted like good old native americans
I am Chief Awesome
you are Franchise Emperor
pouring fries and salt into my arteries,
slow, delicious death
why must thou be so appealing?
Don't be so stupid
taste buds are my best buds
blooming like beautiful bulbs in berry season
blossoming
absorbing flavors and releasing neurochemicals
oh so sensible and seductive
get a hair cute Mr. Scrutiny,
you are outdated and overrated
Power-aded lemon-tossed
concluded in cuddling under stars and blankets
blame the infantry
they couldn't save themselves
poor things
just doing duties
just not all appreciated
but we do the appreciating
graphite collages and collagen fills
spill orange juice on tables
perpetually sticky
dodgeball eyes
yes we will be friends.
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
Forever, you said.
One word injected into my skin
making its way through my veins
tatted into my brain
and carved onto my heart.
And I believed you.
Every fiber in my body succumbed to the idea of your forever.
Even when you passed by and wouldn't even spare me as so much of a glance,
I grasped on your forever.
Even when I sleep, expecting to see myself wrapped up securely in your arms the next morning but instead waking up to the bed made neatly by your side
and I realize that you weren't even really with me the night before
or all the nights before that.
You were merely a body when I was soul, heart, and mind when I was with you.
I held on to that string of 7 letters
F-O-R-E-V-E-R
Strongly gripping the thin thread but gentle enough
because I was afraid that the thread will snap
and our forever will go back to being a jumble of letters
merely holding their place in the alphabet line.
I realized how you treat forever like it was spit from your mouth.
A never-ending supply that you can use as long as breath passes through your cells.
Forever, for you, was like rain droplets,
starting high up in the air, competing with other drops to get through
only to fall and
come shattering on the ground.
The cloth
we collected the stars with
you now use to wipe someone else's tears.
The paper
where we dripped our blood in
you now use to write a new story on.
The fingers
that used to set my skin ablaze upon every touch
you now use to trace someone else's shape.
The lips
that you used to set me on fire with
you now use to cloth someone else with
*new hopes,
new dreams,
new promises*.
I just wanted for you to hold me long enough so your touch may freeze upon my skin.
The memory of your hands on my body to last me forever.
*But forever
was too much to ask*.
-t.a.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC
we speak with blue tongues
when we hide ourselves in secret songs
only written to remind you that my soul aches for a place
that i have only visited in your dreams
i exist in smokey thoughts and
swim in the space between your teeth
like unknown love notes
on the last page of chemistry books
a stranger's devoted words
etched in your skin and
you covered it up with white inked lips
without showing anyone in daytime
but even i can see that you got her hands
all tatted up on your heart
with closed eyes
(k.w)
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Old Neptune marks his boundaries today, leaves sargasso
and thin, bamboo-like reeds on the shore of Dauphin Island. He blows briskly, to urge his white steeds to the seashore.
The water is dark with disturbance, veined with foam like tatted lace. The scent of Neptune swallows the fast-moving air crossing
the island from Gulf to Bay sides. Oil rigs
haunt the horizon like boredom, breaking
the vista, reminding all who see them of human limit. Old Neptune accepts no limit, no boundary. We, who want fixity
as security, we watch as Neptune abuses boundaries, expands us
whether we want him to or not. There is no fixity; yet there is security. There is consolation in flow, in flowing with Great Neptune, rolling in his
tidal urgencies.
c. 2014/2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
At a time where it seems so very hard, for me just to feel alive.
all I wanted then, was to drive
As ridiculous as it seems
it was the stuff of my dreams
all I needed was my car and vacant 4am roads.
Going through the gears, as if they were my final years
piston tatted-ring finger; hand firmly wrapped around the wheel
braking late into the corner
locking up the alloy steel wheels on my automobile
the tires squeal
waltzing them back into rotation as I find the threshold
clutch in
twist of the leg at the hip, I blip the throttle with my heel
down into second
one swift movement
un-burnt fuel erupts in the pipes.
blitzing through the off ramp
keeping it tight, clipping the manhole cover in the apex
pedal flat coming out, bounce the tach' as its not worth the upshift
pitch the car into the long sweeping overpass bend
the back end kicks out on decel'
counter steer and slam the accelerator back into the bare metal floor
front wheels clawing in the direction that I please
keys slapping my knees
straighten out and I ease her back home.
reverse down into the narrow; dimly lit garage
as I climb out, I can feel the heat radiating from the machine I built
hot oil ticking as it finds its way back to the pan
I stand and watch my car slowly disappear behind the garage door
it is but another night survived
for both of us.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
Family Bound
My Family means everything too me
Got a brother in the Navy He's married got a beautiful
wife too.
He's enjoyin the beautiful sunsets in the city where Micky Cohen use to own.
Got my other brother whos a gear head, a knucklehead, works on knuckle heads, and hes my knuckles too.
Me and him use to get into it throw a little bruises around but **** has he made me proud
went to the city where you can cook eggs on the sidewalk Pheonix.
Went to school too work on bikes and now works at Harley.... this means for me free tee shirts and cool biker partys too go to
hot women in leather pants and mean dudes with long goatees.
My Mom shes a healer, a bible dealer, and the leader of a womens AA program but is married to a Ex-convict, Ex-felon, Ex-drug dealing, Ex-rapist
I never understood why she goes for trying to heal men maybe it's because shes been trying to fix all of her 3 boys and thats the only way she knows how to love a man. Either way I love her too death and it'll be death if that man decides to lay a hand on her again... you'll see something that only Hades eyes have seen but enough about that loser... Unto my Old man.
My pops hes a machine mechanic a use too be psychobath maniac tatted up with rough hands, palms always itching and eyes always looking out for his family. He once told me Jay " You Gotta Pay to Play" and those words have stuck with me for some reason for a long *** time. He always has these little one liners that just make ya get back to reality,wipe your nose clean, put your head up and stand up straight and get back to the money. So thats my blood thats what makes my heart beat everyday knowing that my family gots my back to succeed.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
Catch a falling star on your tongue
soak in the gaseous matter
millions of years of history and marination
long ago
careers were optional
fictional
we picked apples and drank milk
big n strong farm folk
tire swings and moonshine
tractor disasters
Ford made robots of robots
gym class saw mills
ashes to ashes
well hello there my jumpy friend
not enough sulphur in your supper?
Tatted body guards in grass skirts
hubba hubba
let the shayman give us some insight
fire side and full of hallucinogens
we will see the future and past simultaneously
martians will be proud
shame on you jumpy junior
mince the words like horror-flick killers
jack of all trades
let this be the silk road to tradition.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
The most interesting man in the world says
it’s harder to be confident
more difficult to say hello you're pretty
if you do not have a secret supply
of the endorphins of love
harder to feel happy
at the dog park at midday
chatting with the ***** real estate ladies
while you lust after the tatted chick
with the nose ring and the Rottweiler
she is 40 years younger than you
you were born before her parents met
and it’s more difficult to believe
she would be interested in you
than it is to just go home
and read MEN’S JOURNAL
so you do the hard thing
you stroll up with your Ridgeback
nervous that you wore a tank top
and you say
I am lonely
estranged here in the sawdust
with those women my age
who look like my grandmother
and I bet if you would just listen
I could tell you about a miracle
and she looks at you
like you’re mental
she ***** her head interested
tell me, she says.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 6:51 AM UTC
I remember I was scared to death
the first time I had a girl alone with me
I remember thinking
do I just pull it out and present it
Or do I wait for her to ask to see it
or do I just sit here and talk untill she says "are we gonna do this"
Or do I go "are we gonna do this"
instead we watched like 2 hours of random tv, talked, I showed my Tattoos
she Showed me ones that she will be getting someday on her body.
And then it Happened the sign
The flip of the hair
The little Flutter of the eyes
I knew I had to make my move
So I said "I've been looking at you since I first saw you and wondered what'd be like to kiss you"
she says "well are you gonna keep wondering or do it"
We begin to make out in the back of my head im praying she doesnt start using tounge
because im horrible at french kissing. Luckily it didn't happen
As I begin to rub her back I unsnap her braw with one hand
which I never did before that.
The shirt came off smoothly and I looked at a set of amazing little perky *******
I tasted her flesh surrounding this tender area
and took my shirt off
revealing my skrany tatted up body.
She began to push down on me and soon as was on my back and she was Hovered over me.
I remember thinking to myself THIS IS AWESOME.
just as she thought she was in controll I flipped her over brushed my hands down her hips.
AND IT HAPPENED the moment you know your getting laid (my brother told me this before)
The slight arch of her back just enough for me to remove her pants in a swift motion.
The rest is history
or should I say Herstory.
I remember the next day going to school
and later on seeing her at parties
and eventually I never seen her again
somehow or another she just vanished
to this day I dont Know where she is
but **** can I remember everything about that night
her outfit down to her ear rings
what song I had playing (Tupac How do You Want It)
the nervous tick I do with my thumb nails clicking them haha.
she asked me if This was my first time ( I replied yes)
She told me that I was her first also (not like first)
but first time actaully being made love too.
she said I knew exactly what to do
and that she never had a man actaully take his time with her.
I brushed her hair back
and whispered in her ear ( in all the seas and all the lakes I found mermaid by mistake)
my little way of saying she was speacil.
I've never found another mermaid is what im getting at
and honestly after all the girls past present a future
I'll never have another night like that
so if your out there Aubrey
this writings for you
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
Am I The Beauty In Your Eyes
Or
The Beast Beneath Your Lies
I Had Your Name Tatted On My Heart
But We Have Seemed To Fall Apart.
The Night Has Come But The Light Shall Prevail.
This Time I Refuse To Let Myself Fail.
The Beauty Of A Princess,
The Strength Of A Beast.
Look Out World I Am Released!
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
My life has changed... I feel cold... Alone.. And upset... I cry silently.. I dont know how to move on and im trying i really am but i just dont know how. I feel something in my heart that i cant explain. Its like a physical pain but medicine doesn't work. My birthday is coming up and its hard to picture any celebration without you.
My head hurts from missing you and sometimes crying. I know time will make it easier but noone talks about the "right now"... Part of me was amputated the day you left
My heart weighs a ton yet its empty. Losing you has been tough although thats an understatement... Its been less than 48 hrs and i have at least 3 things to tell you already.. Who do i tell? I re-read our texts over and over and i smile because i have no regrets. You kno what you mean to me and i sure know wat i meant to you. I even have u tatted on me forever. We did so many firsts together and this.... This right here we were supposed to do together too... But you left me...
You never think that the last time is the LAST time. These emotions come in waves. One minute im okay the other minute all these emotions come rushing and its overwhelming. The minute i think im alright it just starts all over again. I dont know how to handle it but i do know that time will make it easier to cope with.
Some people know what you really meant to me. Others may say she was just your 2nd cousin. But... I've lost my best friend. Yes she was my cousin but thats at the bottom of the list bc blood couldnt make us any closer. She was my ride or die. Usually i was the one always arguing on her behalf tho bc she didnt have a quick enough comeback ever. My partner in crime, My confidante who knew everything and i mean everything even the TMI stuff. My comadre, i still dont kno what to tell the kids... And they just mentioned you today. My heart shattered in that moment. She was just my person...
I can only wish everyone in this world can experience the bond like the one i had with her. The ties that bond us are impossible to explain. Our bond defied distance, time, or location because we were just meant to be.
Because you are my person and will always be my person... I love you
Me duele el alma..
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
They said she was saved
Sanctified
Oh but she's a hell raiser
the pages in her Bible don't flip
but her hips shake
faster than a ***** turns tricks
they say she was baptized
by John the Baptist himself
but she came out to her mother
in a christian book store
her cheeks blushed
pink red
They say she flew with the angels
but seduces demons at night
Gods her captain
but she missed the flight
she didn't wanna fly to close to the heavens
But she kissed her rosary
as she clutched the book of Mormon
the star of David tatted across her shoulder
A hell raiser in the true
saved
Sanctified
But she seduces Satan himself
with the holy water sprinkled over her lip gloss
because her kisses are heavenly divine
The scriptures in her Bible
Have no name
unrecognizable from her pain
Shes just Rose Marie
the daunting seductress
dressed in nuns clothes
Flying in religion
to hide her shame
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
All of the Richmond Hipsters
and time killing smokers are killing me
The hobos with broken thumbs
They just barely catch the bus
Late nights under the eastern stars
The City of almost-angels
beards and gauges and butts
Tatted up art chicks with more skin than clothing
Invite me over your threshold
Make me some supper, the coffee is in the ***
River tides carrying away the used condoms of the confused
Liquor breath, joints and e-cigs
Poets, painters, photographers
The air reeks of art and death
fist meets face meets pavement meets God
The good times are killing you, and I’m showering until the water runs cold
cough up my phlegm, it tastes like love
grinding against a stranger’s *** all night long - like it was all we knew
We couldn’t feel so we tried to touch
we fell short and drank from the puddles with gasoline rainbows
The bricks and cobblestones all have names that I will never know
Does anybody ever actually listen?
Life versus fun versus life versus death versus boring
Stack them up like tetris
The sun is sick with stories, the moon full of lies
And all the graffiti in the world won’t change that
snow sun rain sun blank canvases
hear the thunder of arrhythmic heartbeats
sweat drips and it tastes like ****
Black eyes on Bowe, black eyes on Goshen
Mad houses filled with gifted pianists
Ghetto driven dreams of another shot
Play that same acoustic guitar tune I like so much
I lost my harmonica in a storm drain
I lost my Mind in Richmond
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
A ********** on the cornerstreet pole
A prisoner tatted in sleeve,
A girl and boy who lost their soul
I am them, they are me!!!
The ****** in the alley
The sickened lost and starved
The cancerous and the sicken!!
All together they come hard...
The nurse in midnight hours
The firemen in redberry truck
The bullied and innocent
The wartorn kids of greed and lust
The gangster beat in
The one stuck in sin
The demon possessed of men
The marvel sitting in the corner
The wearied, burdened and lost
The one who feel of no worth
Queens and kings at such a cost
The artist and the poet
Sit hand in hand and watch
They can see all the beauty in the pain
That the rich class forgot!!!!
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
This is hard for me to admit because I'm strong willed and stubborn
But I wish you never left me for your original lover
Thought that we had somethin'...
Really, maybe it was nothin'
Maybe you showed me all your cards but I still thought you was bluffin'
By no means can you push me and make me fall any harder
Why must the toughest lessons come from misery, heartbreak and trauma?
You broke through my armor,
Taught me how to speak drama,
Things was heating up so much our hearts molded together like angry lava.
Cause passion means pain and love means stress
Nothing worst than giving someone your all only to receive back less.
I gave it all to you, you hit the nail on the chest
You really must of meant it when you whispered "I want to forever put your heart at rest"
Maybe I'm being aggressive like you always said
"I hate you" "get away" & "Please drop dead"
Must of not recognized that words hurt just like fist
Maybe I should of R estrained myself from calling you a "selfish b!tch"
But you pushed me to this
Don't lie, you know it
Must of forgotten. It's not a good idea to **** off a poet.
Now you're just words, ink that's bleed from my pen
Your evil to my nightmares, my suffocation to vent
My soul is clouded and bent
I have nothin left
They say you prosper when your body starts to slowly regress
And I have no regrets
They say "you live and you learn"
Got that tatted permantially on all the scars from your lashings and burns.
(You cut me deep)
You morally killed me, mentally drilled me!
You was looking for unauthentic, never the real me.
Couldn't make you see
*Because emotions make us blind
I hope when you close your eyes, the memories haunt your mind.*
As you walk all alone knowin' all the good you left behind.
*All those long, draining times
Trust me, I'm doing just fine.*
Remember, it's the people you never needed that are most important, to finalize your design.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
I know I was taking YOUR sweet time,
To make sure you were MINE.
But I couldn't find your heart and where it lies.
And trust me I've cried,
More, oceans than the world hides...
But you don't understand, and won't be my man so you divide.
MORE than just RED and BLUE,
My heart in two, yeah it's ******* true!
I can be the fool,
But try to KEEP cool,
Just for YOU to play me like you do.
...
I'm so tired of my own tears because you ain't got no fears,
Of losing me.
Because you know I stick around no matter how many state's are surrounding us,
Or far in between.
BECAUSE all you are is ******* MEAN to me!
And I don't know how to trust.
So I turn into the rust you so easily brush,
Off those cold shoulders.
**** might as well move to Boulder!
WHERE my tears might just smolder, another crowd.
But it's too late, it's ALL over now.
I'm proud, because it got so loud.,
And I just didn't know how,
To LOVE.
So sorry my God is One Love!
SORRY I only wanted to make love,
And that being with you was My enough.
Sorry I forgot I could sing,
And didn't dare open my mouth because of the opinions you'd bring - me.
Sorry to myself and my soul.
I forgot what I was doing, cold and alone.
...
So this is what I get
For being half upset and saying **** the rest.
But forget?!
Niggardly, ya name is basically tatted under my breast.
I don't rest.
Because you're that close to my heart.
I said no to a man who wanted me from the start.
He asked me to marry him, But I wanted you.
And when I left on the plane next month I still wanted you.
And through the lies and deceit I still want you.
But I get so **** distracted I'm just a fool, for you.
You're forever RED and I'm forever BLUE.
Tell me a ******* thing...
Put you in my shoes.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
I love you
To the moon
And back
Thats our quote
No one can take that
Off to infinity
Then to beyond
Forever and ever
Our two hearts have a perminant bond
I love you dearly
Thse words are special
I hold them near and dear
Not saying them is not acceptable
They mean so much
So much in one shortish quote
It will be tatted on my arm
This quote isnt a joke
I love you daddy
Here's to forever
Those words we say
Will last forever
Full Quote: "I love you to the moon and back, to infinity and beyond, forever and ever."
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
Girl in black masquerade gown with books balanced on head
One high-heeled foot on drum
The other
A laceless sneaker
Long-stemmed glass of wine in right hand
Slim bottle of Summum ***** in left
Background dissonance
Vintage grey vehicle with red interior
PYT seated in the back
Tatted up bad boy in front seat
Bearded man in tailored blue suit
Hand draped over driver's seat door
Red carpet rolled out to the entrance of a dive bar
that leads into a mansion
Eyes Wide Shut
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
My head was against your swollen petals
My hands were through your thorns
Your cross was cold, against my chest
When my spine straightened, I could see the reflection of my hope in your eyes.
When your cross went down my thighs, it only made me realize that my hope may never die.
It was too bad you withheld my heart when it melted through your fingertips.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
okay, i’ll admit that
your face is on my laptop’s background.
which is odd, i can see that,
since we both know i wish that you would just ******* disappear.
and i know that it’s not a very effective tactic, in forgetting everything that’s ever happened, and i get that.
it’s just that i get nervous when you’re not around for too long
but i know that eventually i’ll forget that
and it’ll be like
none of this ever happened and
maybe nothing will ever feel quite as tragic
as when i was so ******* ecstatic
that you found somebody and that he’s actually attractive, and bearded, and fully tatted.
and i’ll be here in this disaster city
where you’ve rarely matterred,
because i finally found a place where everyone doesn’t know you, and i'll just disappear for a while,
and i’ll be here overcoming my fear of needles while i'm at it.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
I scream I ****** cry
You hear me!!
Yeah!! I'm Pissed man
At you!!
Why weren't you here man
I needed you
I was on the ground too
Man lost it
Couldn't do it
I don't wanna do it
**** this ****
**** this life
It ain't right
Every day man every shity day
You know how it goes
Down the bowl
You do it right
Then they let you go
People like us
We can't do **** jobs
Naaa man don't think so
They can kiss my ********
I want to die
But I won't
I'm Too strong
I bounce the **** up
And it's ******* me off
Where are youuuuuuu!!
**** you then
Pinche Anthony man
I should have let you get
Empire tatted on your neck
Bad Idea hu
Yeah now I'm watching
Your laugh in slow motion
Hope you get
Ran da car dover
****
Hahaha
**** I want some
French cries with this
****
**** you man
I'm ******
I want to slobber on your shoulder ******
Just like you
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
Is this girl crazy
Why does she put on lipstick
and her wedding gown.
Just to go to town.
She cuts her wedding gown
just below her hip's.
Is she crazy or does she know
what hot is.
She wear's leopard skin boots
Fish net stockings
With blackened eye's
She's fire's delight
She wear's a push up bra
With rings on every fingers
Wearing a long rosary around her kneck
Her wedding dress is split in the middle
With a small gold chain wrapped around her waist.
Attached to her belly button ring
She has a stud in her tongue a stud in her eye.
A tattoo of a tear drop, tatted by her eye
She turns every eye in the street
Who's crazy for who now
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC