"tattoed" poems
HE GIVES THE BEST HUGS
"you like long hugs don't you"
he knows i do
so he envelopes me in his warmth
and squeezes me till i feel giddy like a little girl
and sometimes
he even rests his chin on my head
and i wonder if he is memorizing what my shampoo smells like
and it's for this exact moment that i push through my workload each day and
it's for this exact moment that i walk through the rain each night
his evening smile is tattoed in my mind so i can dream peacefully
and he never fails to follow up with a simple love you snap
HE GIVES THE BEST GOODNIGHTS
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
Thrown into a sea of perfection.
Drowning under the falsity of cosmetics.
A fake smile is more geniune,
you taught me that.
Covering myself up with what you find ideal.
Starving myself for your love,
turning a blind eye on the bruises you leave everytime I slip up.
I have memorised your words by heart,
tattoed them on my wrist.
I hear them everytime I breath.
"LIVE UPTO MY PERFECTION"
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC
Once I knew a place, a place I never truly found significant.
A vast stretch of abandonment and history - long forgotten and left to be consumed by Time himself.
Once I knew a place, a place I never truly understood.
Decorated by Mother Nature with an asortment of trees and shrubs and an abundance of flowers it's only scar which betrayed it to the present was a solitary man-made structure, tattoed with the bold letters of "FALCON SECURITY" - surely an untold testimony to this place's past life.
Once I knew a place, a place I never truly acknowledged.
Ocassionally it would become the temporary haven of hobbos and hermits alike. Living in mutual homelessness they sort comfort under the trees, in the confines of the hideous building or simply amongst the long, billowing grass of the place. They would build thingie-ma-jigs, what-ja-ma-call-its and thing-a-ma-bobs and sell them to the curt passerbys of their place.
Once I knew a place, a place I never truly appreciated.
Surrounded by infastructure, and industry it stood out like a rose amongst the thorns and brought beauty and clarity back into the otherwise monotonous, morbid environment. It stood defiant and strong against the hungry, salivating greed of humanity - yet someday it was bound to succumb to our over-powering ambition for development.
Once I knew a place, a place that no longer exists.
In the blink of an eye that place was destroyed - uprooted and upheaveled.
Every tree, every shrub, every flower ripped out and now gone. No longer a haven but a grave yard where the dead lay scattered like fallen soldiers across the battlefield. Victims against the War of Industrialisation they fell prey to mans' heinous desires.
"Collateral damage" for a "brighter" future they say.
I say, who needs another vehicle retail outlet.
Once I knew a place, and I will never know that place again.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
I’ll stay alone,
My eyes twist and twitch,
From place to place,
From this beauty to that
Beauty to the next beautiful ugly thing,
And my smile irritates me,
As much or more than any other matter,
I left you when you loved it,
The noisy smile, not far from my eyes,
Yet lately so far from sight,
I hate to hear it and the memories
It recalls, so I drown myself
In half smiles and music,
A few shots for the flu,
A shot or two, and a note
Signed and spattered with truth,
Countless shots to forget you were mine,
So many people say the worst goodbyes,
Are the ones never said,
I can’t help but dissagree,
Tell me you aren’t coming back,
Say this isn’t really goodbye,
Let me know it’s just, bye.
So many people say the worst goodbyes,
Tattoo with a paint brush,
It’s a curious thing,
It seems so many have tattoed
Strokes of thought upon me.
And you’ve peeled back flesh and bone,
To lay black ink upon my heart,
I’ll drink up shadows,
And the red of my veins,
Let the black fill my arteries,
And drink away another day, in memory of your name.
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 2:54 AM UTC
I got myself tattoed
On the places
You used to leave
Love bites on
The bitter sweet marks
I wish i could relive
But has already come to an end
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 1:52 PM UTC
The words curled around her tongue
vanishing before she gets a taste of it
Her hands are inked with sentences
Her stomach are filled with phrases unknown
Every bit of her skin
Are marked with ancient lines
Four lines, five lines, six lines
And she lost count of the others on her back
They called it stanzas
From the World Before
When words were freely written and spoken
On things called books and papers
With an ink that must be the same
As the one inscribed on her soul.
She is an obscenity
A walking contradiction
A curse in the post human language era
As she bears all the words and languages of the world
So that all can see through her
The beauty that words can make
(Yet none can read nor understand)
Even though none can read nor understand.
She wears her soul on her skin.
Still, no one can read her.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
I walk, between the rush of breeze covering
The fields of wheat, green, tall, willowy
And the crush of ache resting,
Inside my heart,
Caressed sighs blown from phantom lips
Raise me, wistfully, to
Linger, in the whispered maybe of tomorrow,
Hushed in my crimson dreams
Captured
Within his arms
Once more
Where...
My languid eyes swim his ocean
To far horizons
Laying across his shore
Painted in the colours of precious ache
I mingle moonlight,to blend ******
Patterns resting upon his skin...my tongue follows a
Tattoed kiss traversing his lean torso
Searing iced breath beneath my moan...
Groaning in his open mouth
My famished breath feeds hungrily...
Spin drifting,
In faded denim...he peels
My curves soft,
Wanton...and
Wears me in heavy sighsssssssss
Exquisite sensations,
Splay me open to
Lay in wicked warmth upon his quiver dampened mouth
Sailing in fevered delerium, upon 'desire's' crest
Trembling
When he pierces the nuance of my crave
My intake of breath his reward
Nectared wetness dripppppppssssss across his lips...
Naked flesh
Tangled
Sinking deeper into darkened silk, my
Spine arched in invitation, a slide against
The drop of hips, night stained
Sweetly
Beckoning tempest's intoxication, in
The primal ****** of quickening
Where he wraps me
Molten, voracious and demanding, driving me
Again and again, breathless whispers
Against torched flesh
Make me his...
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
And I know the outcome of this,
I know how much it will hurt when I land,
Bruised and bleeding,
But I want to wrap my love around you,
Warm you up,
From the mind
down
And Iwant to get dressed in your insides,
The things you ve learned to hide,
Will you let me crawl inside your head space,
And hallow out a place so we me meet beside,
Your ribs to my chest ,
I dance for you my love,
Longing to do more then entertain,
Allow me to wake the dormant feelings
You promised once you'd never feel again.
Because you carve at my insides,
You cause world of warcraft to begin in my stomach,
While mere heart mumurs increase too a caterwaling of my senses till
I am bankrupt of all sound, left with mountains heaving to breathe
And Ido learn to breathe,
Longing to inhale the poetry you produce
In the wake of trails tattoed by spidery fingers,
That prove to be more poisonous then 1st thought,
Leaving me captured,
And I'm sorry but we haven't yet met,
I really wish we had met,
But lover to love
here is the reciepe for my disaster.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
Straying at the horizon she was, when I looked at her,
My prolonged desire started breathing with a stutter,
I could see her cuddled close to herself,
Her eyes filled with lostness but strong inside,
Cause shes thinking too deep inside,
A cupid in between came and struck an arrow with his bow.
I dont even know her much but still my eyes look at her with forever longing,
Is my soulmate spreading her arms to me calling.?
She carries a me inside her from before reincarnation, ah and look at that smile,
As if taking my worries whenever smiling at me for a while.
I am afraid of losing her now, but, I havent even have her trust gained,
Even if she goes away ignoring my silent but promising love, My heart is already tattooed by her name.!
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
I took one look at the moonlight
I had been filled with guilt and shame
Without even realizing I had turned into water
Without even realizing I turned into rain
I trudged on through the broken lines
Looking for an answer
******* gasoline on your fallen dreams
They will make such a good fire
I trudged on through the broken lines
Picking up answers here and there
Waiting for sunrise
To lift her shirt in the east
So I could feel the horizon
Without knowing I turned into to fire
Burning up in the clouds
Licking up moisture
Betwixt the legs of winter
Looking for some quiet time
Hoping for the better
I trudged on through the broken lines
Digging through grass and the rubble
I saw my name on a cigarette
Half-smoked on my funeral pyre
And I asked if a policeman
If he knew your name
And I asked if he would take me
To a warm night with dreams
In a jail cell
So dry
"I kinda dig it here"
So I tattoed those words
So I could never forget
So I walked behind street cleaners
Feeling like ****
Wondering when sunset would
Break her vows with me
I stayed up all night searching
For a quiet place to sleep
Until I found a place in an empty lot
Far away from city streets
And I woke up in the afternoon
To the sound of heated rain
Falling on a tin roof
Yelling out my name
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 2:21 AM UTC
It came to me then, that every second i spent thinking about you, is a tiny waste of my life, and just now i realize that loving you is just pointless as staring at my shoes, and the tattoo of the heart with YOU&I; i tattoed on my back nows only give me regrets, and even feelling all this hatred when i see you my heart aches so hard thats is almost impossible to breathe, why? just why? why i cant forget you or just try to move on? why everything around me just reminders me of you? why i cant live a life without you in? Because i'm a stupid person or because you are my true one?
I dont have a answer and i hope you too, so i can accept my fate of lonely one, of a single bird in a tree, of a single cell in a living being, of a drop of rain in nigth
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
At night the boys go hunting buses,
Tight-lipped eyes
Loaded with anger,
Gun-barrel arms
Tattoed at the shoulder
And quarry-stone cocked in their hands.
The finger-high boys
Of corner-store cool,
Snarling boys,
Drinking the dark and unloved spaces,
The public places,
Where they have ****** both grog and girl.
They've flogged the stolen cars for fun
In third gear up Spit Hill
And disappeared in the Wallaby Grass
As the sirens wail
And the cars burn.
Footpath foul round cul-de-sacs
These branded boys
Have made their name,
And window panes
Have felt their bitter
Forceful curse.
And tonight the boys are hunting buses,
In tobacco-black suburban hollows
They're taking aim
And will sleep
Smiling
Once the **** is made.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
Your love is a line
Tattoed down my spine
The pulse of a tentative touch
This pain is an art
I play my bit part
When you leave and I miss you much
Your mark on me
Indelible
I close my eyes and see
Your soul is a beautiful picture
Superimposed on the skin that's me
Indelible
My baby.
Write my life with your ink
I cannot think
Of a better way for the page to unfold
Each line a caress
This gentleness
Of a love story in flesh be it told
Indelible
The name of the story we write
Your soul is an epic masterpiece
Written on my flesh at night
Indelible
That's right
Indelible
Your mark on me
Indelible
Sketch my destiny
Each stroke
Set me free
Indelible
This tattooed line on me
13107
TL Boehm
© 2007
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
I think march has returned though it snows outside I can hear you outside and I’m slurring forgetting my senses and ignorant to the truth you posses; pretending it could be but would never be because this
is me forever.
unrequitedunrequitedunrequited; get it tattoed on me it will make no alteration because I can face it everyday needlessly.unrequited you are silenced from the rest. In the movie you are the fool and unrequited you are unvisible/invisibe.no one cares to correct you for spelling because everyone forgets to read or write. As have you so what has drawn you back here; to march?
maybe she missed her letdown glazing her tear fire maybe she missed how the pen and the dark proved a healer and wanted to feel saved again from a nightmare.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
The jazz man on the metro,
is playing you his song,
while you inwardly cursing,
wonder where it all went wrong.
As light flashes to dark,
you remember that one day,
sheltered by the oak tree,
a glorious morning in May.
The man opposite shuffles,
you need to get off this train,
the sun doesn't rise in this place,
horror tattoed onto your brain.
The water is all frozen,
with you trapped beneath,
sometimes even villains,
need some kind of relief.
Scholars have all thought,
of why men do such things,
but the ghost on your shoulder,
knows not what tomorrow brings.
Her blood will be cold now,
the clown has stopped his show,
the trumpet has stopped playing,
and it seems you've nowhere to go.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
We've been rocky
like scissors and paper
fire and water
two opposites craving one thing.
The withered rose on my bed
caresses my feet
The petals remind me of a love
that used to be.
Your touch tattoed
in the back of my mind
Your smell imprinted and
laugh carved on my skin.
We've been rocky.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
so here I am, in evening's day,
watching as lines draw importance among charts
erased, once holy.
my tools collapse, blood letting instruments
raising grave. terra firma,
influence for siblings & greed to rest.
I am here, head high.
images burrow into my core, burned I shiver,
waiting forthem to control this grey brain, requesting,
from that moment, I'll throw them into
her paper grave.
why? why has the dawn come again?
one decade,
I waited for night.
& minutes agone, I spat in morning's eye.
tomorrow's evening I'll curse,
praying with head held, that sunrise
will not forget me.
slipping into my grave.
stepping out politely,
to wave my hand & contort my mouth,
pressure my heart & tense my bones.
now I'm alone.
& these potential loves can not
cure
my continual wishing or
halt these searches.
tattered auras weave into purple thread.
tattoed ivory wraps Turkish gold.
here.
here I am,
fousing or nodding;
the heavy weight of ink's stroke,
drawing you,
farther away.
it hurts when I speak.
it wakes when I breathe.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 10:38 AM UTC
WORDS.
(like People)
can
FALL
.........................HARD
WORDS.
(like People)
can dress in such Finery!
(both.....tattoed
or
............"ornate")
WORDS.
(like People)
can be turned and used
like
Gambling "cards"
WORDS.
(like People)
can stand
HEROIC
................(against
"fate")
WORDS.
(like People)
PEOPLE
(like words)
....
....
we can be alive and never felt nor seen
we can be speaking and not be heard
.....
BY EACHOTHER!
.....
we do ****
we can "give birth"
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 12:00 PM UTC
In motley attire
Tattooed attitudes mingling with
The graffiti of false desires
••
We try crossing the raging waters
Leaping from idea to idea
Hoping for solidity
(None is there)
•
Look!
a Bridge!
(NAH! --- too simple!
too --- *****
••
Red with the Blood of Sacred Birth
&
Sacred Dying
SHE
••
Pure love
••
••
WE
In motley attire
Tattoed attitudes mingling with
The graffiti of false desires
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
So the Sun moved on beyond horizon
But the bright shadow of Love
Still clings on to me
Long after the setting Sun
Yes, I agree
The light moved on
From Sun Rise to Sun Set
Bound by desires and duties to perform
Some times to the birth of a life
Some times
End of another
But Some times ....
Some desires remains
Attached to you
Like a Shadow
Not willing to cast you away
Tattoed to your soul
Like a bright sun spot
Willing to move on with your soul
Till the end of the life...
Willing to move on ... with you
Some times, love remains eternal within you
Even when the life moves on.
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 12:13 AM UTC
He was a brawned and ugly gun-slinger, and he came from the wild west;
He had the names of six dead Texan boys, tattoed on his chest;
His hat was 15 gallons tall, his long-coat midnight black;
He wore his holsters mighty high and he said his name was Jack.
He rode a palamino horse on the day he came to town;
Three deputies were in the street, and he shot those suckers down;
Dismounting by the sheriffs door, he hollered out a cry,
*"Get yer no-good chicken *** outside, today yer gonna die."*
The sheriff boldly stepped outside, a shotgun in his hand,
*"You'd best be coming quiet son, or your life aint worth a ****
Jack tipped his hat and curled his lip, he turned his head and spat,
"You shot my brother, sheriff, and yer gonna pay for that."
The sheriff paused to ponder, then he slowly shook his head,
"Your Jimmy robbed a stagecoach and he left the driver dead."
Jack grimaced at his brother's name, and his hands twitched by his side,
"You can call it how you like", he said, "But I'm gonna have yer hide."
The sheriff put the shotgun down, and they faced off in the street,
His hands were poised above his guns, he was sweating in the heat;
He waited till he saw Jack flinch, and his hands flew lightning fast,
His trusty colts were smoking as they fired their deadly blast.
For a moment they both stood stock still, then Jack fell to the ground,
His face was full of shocked surprise, but he never made a sound;
The sheriff felt a tinge of pain, and he saw his badge was bust;
As the blood came seeping from his chest, he fell into the dust.
The townsfolk still recall the day, when Jack rode into town,
And every year they say a prayer, on the day they both fell down;
They were buried up on old Boot Hill, their graves were side by side;
The sheriff renowned for killing Jack, with the man who took his hide.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
When you held my hands in your lap
your stare tattoed eyelashes on my wrists,
they're still bleeding.
You used inexpensive words to tell me
you never wanted to make me cry again,
I'm still sobbing.
My soft-petaled wings faded and crushed
as your last kiss fell from your lips to my cheek,
I'm still wilting.
For three months I held up my green-bean spine
with a meter stick, a lifeless statue of sprouting stem,
I'm still dying.
When I called you I know my hair slipped through
the phone speaker, and you could smell my skin,
You're still yearning.
But it's been three years now, and you no longer
care for teenage laughs and the discovery
of thigh and shoulder kisses,
Yet I'm still writing about
what a beautiful thing to have loved,
what a terrible thing to have said goodbye.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
True love never dies
It keeps fossils breathing
Hid in this closset heart
Its ghosts the memories done
Distant this bygones be
By date and not feeling
Forever and gone
This thoughts still breathing
Though this heart lame
On crutches doth it still stand
Wounds still bleeding,
Scars become a tattoed memorial
To reminisce
And forever miss.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
Into her life , a tear did fall
Cleanses the wound , of the past that crawled
struggled so hard to get up and run,
waiting for the brand new life , only to steal
Understood , offering not even a single tear ,
gifts , weighted heart , difficult to bear
or surrendering to the unfair world ,
could only be a regret throughout year
memories of stolen childhood ,
had tattoed into her soul
tears became her new ornament , that the life wants her to pay as a toll
Her screams , gone unheard ,
her silence , gone crime ,
her tears , gone wasted ,
her life became useless ,
but still she rose ,
learnt to fly with those broken wings ,
doesn't need the pillow , to share her tears ,
climbed up , from cliff of hurtful stories ,
and spread her wings ,
to chase for her little Big secret dreams...
Sep 2, 2021
Sep 2, 2021 at 10:37 AM UTC
(i.)
the frail kid
singing sand
brand new friend
leaving already
developing meaning
the word lonely
a killer pool
tattoed arm
naked as ***** baby
insecurity never felt
that pure
fishes and sisters
the kindergarten
now collapsed playground
right milktip, left milktip
how could you miss
the ones you do
not even
remember?
the hell keeps
leveling up
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC