"taunts" poems
midnight skin blanketing
******* toned hips
a warm tongue points;
this
the taste of ecstasy on my
fingertips
taunts the rehab in my touch
yearning to risk it
pills litter stone-wood floors
as we **** through flaws
**** feelings carpet the inner raw**
moaning and creaking
of hard wood
boards
wild moods
bodies wet
clinging sensual monsoon
fiending for a fixing
we cut through
bleeding lust
******
sheets whispering drops of
crimson truth
as familiar sensations pulsate
we gyrate
losing focus of whose waist
hanging onto
****
don’t wait
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
is just a word used
to describe me.
You don’t look
long enough at me to really
see though.
I didn’t laugh when I realized
what I was.
It wasn’t new, I knew
how my mind worked.
The word wasn’t new either.
Just the label of being a
psychopath.
The insanity of my sanity
has long since made me
comfortable relaxed amused by my
wild
untamable
uncaring traits.
Who I am
what I am-
it taunts me so dearly,
never leaving my mind.
Resting in the crooks
corners
nooks
that my mind has available.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
I don't know why I think about,
The dirtiest word I know,
My eyes start to swell up,
It starts to eat at my soul.
Why does it come across me
Why do I feel this way
Why was I born different
Why couldn't I just be the same
The dirtiest word I know
Is one that was almost met
With a bottle of pills
That I cant say I regret
A little girl back then
Not nearly the same
Wasn't able to admit
This would be a lifelong fear
Or a threat- I guess that's right
It taunts
and haunts
Sometimes wont leave me alone
This ***** ***** word
Is really starting to take hold
It happens when I'm happy
It happens when I'm sad
I guess the words are manic,
anxious and depressed
It sounds much better simply said
Then the real words they represent
I skipped my medication
I skipped my only step
I could blame it on some other thing
But I'm the one at fault
I lose control of everything
Of the world that I try to control
Will there ever be a cure for the way that I feel
Or will suicide finally take hold
It gets worse the older I get
I fear it will only grow
I hate how this feels
I hate who this makes me
I just want to feel normal again
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
No one has ever asked
So no one ever knows
How do I feel
It's like I speak in codes
For one I am tired
Of crying and yelling
Of being sad and pretending
Of being alone and angry
Of feeling stuck and angry
Of needing help and remembering
Of being different and missing thing
I AM TIRED...
I am tired of being stepping stones
Of being forgotten and alone
I tired of all the pain and hurt
Of being treated just like dirt
I am tired of wanting the easy way out
Of being pushed around
TIRED
T-
I-
R-
E-
D-
T - tired of being tormented
I- tired of trying to impress
R- tired of my rage
E- tired of my emotions
D- tired of death
I AM TIRED
I am tired of sickness that haunts me
I am tired of my own brain that taunts
Of being called a coward
Of feeling overpowered
I'm tired of look beyond the bad
I'm tired of being sad
I am tired of all the burden to my stress
I'm tired of all this mess
I'm tired of feeling worthless
I'm tired of having no purpose
I AM TIRED
I am tired of setting my goals aside
I am tired of the saying "I tried"
I am tired of ending up as a last choice
I am tired of feeling remorse
I am sick and ******* tired of life........
always getting the best of me....
I am tired of wondering "what could be"
I AM TIRED
I am tired of endless hope
I am tired of being the world's biggest joke
I AM TIRED
I am tired of being tired because you see
Being tired caused these endless emotions...
Out of me...
I AM TIRED OF BEING ME
CAN YOU HEAR MY EMOTIONS NOW?
DO YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL?
OR DO YOU CHOOSE NOT TO NOTICE
I AM ...
...TIRED
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
I forgive you
Yet not forget
The bluish hue
With a scarlet
Tinge on my cheek...
Your abusive taunts
Endlessly woven lies
Alcoholic brawls
The redness of eyes
Glaring at me
With naked dislike
Of me and my family
And all my tribe...
Yet I always pardon
As this is a **** curse
Bestowed upon
Me for using your purse
To meet my needs
How can I forget
Those early deeds
My wants were met
With your toil n sweat...
I truly forgive you
As you earned fame
Women too came to woo
Without any **** shame
Threw themselves at you
For wealth and name
Success in your head
Women by your side
Your drinking was raised
As guilt made you hide
Behind the glass and smoke
You made your life a living joke...
Forgiving I have to be
For when you compare
Those beauties to met
I am just dumb and fair
With a plain Jane face
And meagre background
Who brings you disgrace
To those who surround
You and your basking glory
Yet I belong to your days of penury...
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
Shutting down,
My immune system fails,
Vulnerable to the germs that breed about the town,
One mistake,
Protection wasn’t used,
Vulnerable to the taunts that make my soft heart break.
Although my heart is broken,
Words only cut so deep,
I know that I am human,
Even as I drift to endless sleep.
For advice and help – please contact any of the organisations below:
Terrence Higgins Trust
Web: www.tht.org.uk
Helpline: 0845 1221 200
Offers free and confidential services for people with ***
Positively Women
Web: www.positivelywomen.org.uk
Helpline: 020 7713 0222 (staffed by *** positive women: Mon-Fri 10am-4pm)
Aidsmap
Web: www.aidsmap.com
Information, news and resources for people with *** and AIDS.
I dedicate this poem to all those who are suffering from HIV/AIDS, those the world has loved and lost through HIV/AIDS and to all of those affected by HIV/AIDS.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 6:26 AM UTC
Girly.
You call me girly.
When I wore pink,
You called me girly,
And said I was trying to be "the stereotype of femininity".
I just wanted to wear pink.
When I wore a skirt,
You called me girly.
Said I was just trying to impress boys and be slutty.
When I went out with a boy,
You called it "the death of feminism"
And when I cried,
You laughed and said "Cry, then, girly."
I- wait.
I am a girl.
If I am a girl, I must be girly.
And so you must be girly too.
Since when has being a woman been a slur?
All these angry ****** women,
Trying to make their taunts noble,
By hiding behind a noble title that they don't hold- Feminist.
They simply like to taunt, shame, bully
Other women, who don't fit into their archetype of ****** insecurity and violent jealousy.
They don't care about the sexism, that goes on daily,
Internationally, globally, yet never seems to end.
Oh no, they do not see the bigger picture.
You do not see the big picture.
It's just you against another girl,
And you trying to justify your actions
By misusing that word,
That word you just love to misuse,
Feminism.
So go ahead.
Call me girly.
I'll be glad, I'll be proud.
You just called me a woman.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
Do you ever feel so ugly in your own skin?
Where you pinch and grab at your physical reasons to hate yourself
All the taunts and cruel phrases relive in your jiggles
You fad diet yourself into comfort,
Only to be reminded of your deep scars as you catch a glimpse in the reflection
You strive for societal perfection as you let yourself slip into a cracked version of someone you were
The fear that happiness is gone for good
And this is all that's left
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 1:06 AM UTC
my whispers,
they float over the currents
braving the undulating waves in our overture...
around their necks, hung time-worn pendants
whispers...
struggling to convey my sentence
like wreaths adrift perhaps with hope
like a requiem filled perhaps with remorseful penance
but more like weakened footholds on a slippery slope...
this dream...
only spoke grandly of sprawling blackness
where nothing did gleam
only thoughts heavy but...
oddly weightless
except for...
a repertoire of transgressions...
raucous and obnoxious
mischievous taunts that pull me back
caging me,
enslaving me,
smothering me senseless
that was my consciousness
where second chances exist...
in faint sporadic eruptions
through the heavy curtains of uncertainty's mist
finally awakened by hastened breaths
heavy and laboured
as like previous temporary deaths
I could hear my heart
thumping...
beating...
fighting...
to set its beats apart
breathe deep...
allow the new day's air sink in
rise fully from sleep
wake up
and...
let today begin
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
My anxiety pulls me in my room and locks the door
My anxiety throws out the key that never existed and taunts me
Makes me think I am not loved
Makes me not reflect on my actions that cause pain
Makes me feel crazy even though I am not
Makes me feel like I am the only one in the world that feels this way
My anxiety ruins the good things in my life and turns it around to hurt me
But my anxiety can't hurt me
My anxiety is only in my head
AND because of this I have overthought and painful thoughts about what is going to happen to me so I stay in a state of fear
Torture
Anger
Sadness
I have even thought of how it must feel when I am gone
But once I thought that I realised once I am dead I am dead and who knows if you still feel the pain or not
So I decided to keep on living to get rid of this constant anxiety and live a better life.
SO
But my anxiety does not define me
It does not define my actions
My thoughts
My pain
My happiness
My tears
MY anxiety will not lock me in my own room in a state of fear and sadness
MY anxiety will not take away everthing I have ever loved and will love in the future
I threw my anxiety out the window and made a key to get my self out of this room
And If it comes out
I will throw it out over and over again and find and create new keys with the heart of people and my own
And although my anxiety is an emotion that makes me hate myself
I will continue to love myself and stay the amazing person that I know I am and not change for something that is insignificant and cruel as anxiety
And I will learn to grow, love and learn to never Ever let anxiety define ME
And so should YOU
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
I will stumble bravely through this pain
embrace its hand firmly and delve into my shame
I am the keeper of every single guilty thought
that taunts my identity and keeps me stuck
I am tormented by memories that consume my mind
This soul has begun purging, I will no longer be blind
My eyes have witnessed many hateful glares
I’ve held back tears of sadness because those closest did not care
They minimized the trauma I had to endure
but this child inside of me has become the cure
Through courage and wisdom my story will be told
And the life I was meant to lead will begin to unfold
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC
Now, what the hell has just happened to me?!,
I went to sleep and felt quite human,
Alarm goes off, opened my eyes to see,
Two mounds where my little chest should be.
My ****** armpits have just sprouted some fuzz,
There's some hair where my lady garden was,
My beautiful blonde hair is all goopy and limp,
And my face has a likeness to a spotty chimp.
When i went to bed last night, i loved my dear mother,
Now, the thought of a cuddle makes me run and take cover,
Ant lanky Jimmy Owens used to repulse me, no end,
But now all i want is to be his girlfriend?!,
I suppose i will need to start wearing a bra,
And i'll have to smile through the taunts from grandma,
And my father will watch every move that i make,
And i'll have to conform, for my sanity's sake.
Well, tonight, when i lay down my spotty wee head,
I'll lie here and wait for the morning, with dread,
All these transformations, all yuk and all grease,
O lord, will i make it through in one piece?!.
c eileen mcgreevy 2009
Nov 20, 2009
Nov 20, 2009 at 5:50 AM UTC
Your innocent look
melts my heart...
Your sensual kiss
awakens my senses...
Your demanding caress
taunts me into temptation...
Your teasing touch
feeds the fire you have lit...
Your hungry embrace
arouses me through and through...
Your passionate love making
satisfies my every desire...
2008
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
Feeling the box I work in closing in on me during winter’s last gasp,
She has dug in her heals refusing to yield to warmth.
Unmerciful and unrepentant in her bitterness,
she taunts and tortures us all.
Yet, spring birds sing of spring as a lover sings of her man.
The sun struggles to break through the dark grey,
melting away the dim cold
and drabness that surrounds all.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
Ignore the silence of our thoughts
ignore the silence of our dreams
ignore the demon and its taunts
ignore the demon and its screams
this darkness is not what it seems
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
I know from my past, gym class
From locker rooms, I learned fast
That lots of guys have winners
But my sausage is from Vienna.
I got a little bump, a tiny little lump,
Like a hamster has taken a dump.
Nothing bulges my shorts at the crotch.
Not much there for anyone to watch.
But our society puts the emphasis
On just how big your business is.
If you have a tiny peter, my friend
Many kinds of applause will end.
Go read the writing on the walls,
Because you will inherit the catcalls
And no matter how much you moan
They come through no fault of your own.
Regarded as less than a man; sick
Or perverted to have a small ****
As too often I have been told
Since as a kid and not very old
Amid laughter and cruel jests
I have learned a big **** is best.
No matter it’s something I can’t change,
Apparently a small ***** is strange.
In time I left behind those taunts
As I left behind adolescent haunts.
The pain has become only a taint;
The scars of bullies with no restraint,
But I am sure I never will fully be
Free of their thoughtless bigotry
As I reach the age of an old codger
Dealing with life with a not so jolly roger.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
I've got a grasp on my black telephone
Holding it tight to my ear
No fear. He'll pick up
It's like 3AM or later
I'm ****** up
Dropped my wallet in the elevator
Now I've stumbled into bed
Living dead and seeing red
Ring
Ring
Ring
"We're sorry..."
Thoughts swarm like locusts
Bug-buzzing in the phone
Sweating my spray tan on the bed sheets
Left alone with a dial tone.
Nightstand pill bottle Jesus
I'm reaching out for you
It's been ringing for a few minutes now
I've rolled up in the coiled phone cord
'I think the room is spinning'
Tilt-a-whirl bed taunts my stomach
'I'm home at least'
'I need to tell him how I feel'
Ring
Ring -
"We're sorry, the number you have called
Is not in service at this time
Please check the number
Or try your call again."
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 2:24 AM UTC
I am a walking contradiction.
I am six feet, five inches tall
But I feel microscopic.
I am a proud Englishman,
Disgusted by his history and absent
Of allegiances to any land, any country.
I am a nomad, but there is so much I haven't seen.
I am filled with wanderlust,
But also crave routine, and hate change.
I am a passionate writer,
But it pains me to write.
I am so very concerned by the world,
Its people and emotions,
Yet I distance myself, want no part in it,
Thrive off any psychopathic habits I develop -
I enjoy the disdain I have for most people.
I am well-educated, above-average intelligence,
But I know nothing... and always will.
I am surrounded by people that I love and care about,
But I feel so often, so desperately alone.
I crave my own space, my solitude,
The freedom of my own head and my mind's
Undivided attention, but it haunts me,
And I miss the feeling of warmth beside me in my bed.
It taunts me. It makes me want to die.
I am a walking contradiction because I desperately
Want to live, if only to achieve something worth
Being remembered for, worth dying for.
There's no poetic justice, beauty in death of
An ordinary man with uninteresting achievements.
That is wasted oxygen to me, and wasted talent
(if you can even call it that for)
I crave success, but fear I am talentless.
I am a walking contradiction.
Sometimes I think I am delusional,
But, then again, I am one of the most logical people
I know. I'm boring. But I want to excite, to entertain.
I am not funny, but I want to make people laugh.
I want to live forever and die tomorrow.
I am a walking contradiction.
Nobody mourns the poor - of pocket or of soul.
I fear that I am both.
I fear that I am a walking contradiction.
Completely devoid of purpose, of meaning
But so hopelessly in love with the beauty of it all.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
dahil wara katapusan an duon san mga mata
mabubuhay akong minamatay
san dating kaaway ko sa lawas na ini
sa lawas na ini naghambog an talawon
pinapagubtik an kaaluhan na nagpapamuda
muda na nagpupukaw saakon gurugab-i
kendi na nagpapahibi
mesias na naghahala-hala
magiging madalas an pagsid-ip niya sa bintana
para laen ko makita an liwanag
malaog siya sa kahon ko
laen para magkawat
kundi dagdagan an pagub-at
makasakat an pagbagsak
siya na ako
masurat tula.
~Written by Melton Balicano
(a bikol dialect)
since these eyes have been weighed down on unending
i shall live while being slain by an old foe in this body
this body where the craven had once boasted
surging chagrins that blaspheme
blasphemy that rouses this corpse in the dark
treats that shed tears
a messiah that taunts.
he shall constantly peep through the window
so that I see no light
he will break in my casket
not to thieve
but to burden further
the downfall shall rise
then he becomes me
penning a poem.
~a translation of Balicano's masterpiece
Glenn Sentes
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
Something happens for you
something changes,
a part of your power
a part of your abilities
a part of you
when you’re faced with truth,
and choice,
when moving from known
into uncertainty
and in the face of this
adversity,
you lose a part of
yourself
The words want to escape..
I understand
it is our nature;
yours,
mine,
everyone's,
it is the human condition
& our shared suffering
but don’t you see?
it only masks the
demons
that come out when
fear
runs rampant
& to win the fight
we must be
brave
& discover
what parts of
our nature need
taming
because I’ve seen you
move mountains
& together
we can move Earth itself
Imagine for a fleeting moment,
the dark side of the moon
and it’s just you & I
summon that same
courage
& fervour
be bold.
in the face of adversity
that is my hope for you,
that you find
your fearlessness
so you can be
free
The smoke
it hangs low,
a weight in my lungs
like the feeling in my soul
the forests
burn themselves,
and out of destruction,
the new growth is born,
like us
be born again,
let my love
nourish & caress you
scars and all
rise to the
challenge
when fear beckons
Lay your heavy head
and tired mind
in my lap
and let your tears
of sadness,
and longing
flow in the space between my legs
let go.
and like that,
I will hold you
& show you the
promises I won’t
break
let me reveal
my inner corners
as you show me yours,
and prove to you
how tender I will be
with your delicate
heart
tell me,
how do I show you
I am worthy
of all your virtue
& vanity
Something happens for you,
something changes
when you’re faced with truth,
and choice,
when moving from known
into uncertainty,
resist the temptation
& give into me
instead
make love to me.
lay your lips
on mine
& slip yourself
into the space
between my hips
let me show you
true ecstasy,
let the arch of
my back
show you what
words can’t
let our bated breaths
& escaping moans
be our solemn vow
that fear will never
rule here
again
let your fingers
get tangled in my hair
as your heart beats
against mine,
as a reminder of what
is ours
have courage
& fervour
to hold on,
when fear
taunts you to let go,
when it smirks
because the intensity
almost burns,
& your soul bleeds
and your bones ache
& your will is
tested
in these dark moments,
find strength in me
because something happens for you
something changes,
a part of your power
a part of your abilities
a part of you
when you’re faced with truth,
and choice,
when moving from known
into uncertainty,
when you’re
fearless
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
I see her there
A dark look in her eye
Smirking at me
Inviting "give it a try"..
My Shadow dares me
Into the ring
Smuggly she grins
Thinks I've nothin to bring..
"You know ur smoked!"
She gleefully taunts
"You wanna spar with me?
I'm fueled by your wants!"
I shuffle my feet
Timidly taking my stance
The first round, a blood bath
That b@tch kicked my A$$
Bruised and beat down
My trainer now pleads
Where is your fight girl?
Ya think I brought you to bleed?!
"But she's mean!" I sob..
As I spit out a tooth
"She breaks every rule!"
"So resentful and uncooth!"
Even still she is
A true part of you
Learn to dance in this ring
Or you, she will rule..
Now I stand with conviction
To face my brutal self
She may take her pound of flesh
But none will leave til its dealt..
We are not so separate
One good, and one bad
We move with congruence
Our conversation now had..
I dodge and I weave
As I feel her wear out
I take a few blows
But I leave her no doubt..
I am in this ring
Til our dealings be done
She may beat me down
But our pieces are one.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
Handcuffs line my wrists
The key dangling so sharp
one; just one, I say
but my jailer disagrees
one more, he taunts
you know you want to, he laughs
handcuffs line my wrists; stained red
never to be broken
looking at whats left of my prison
my jailer leaves
and moves on looking for the next criminal
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
She is a haunted creature,
with stained fingers
and coal eyes
Skin wrapped around bones
and chilly veins.
"Black Crow"
her ghost taunts her,
his lips stained pomegranate,
teeth glittering
and mind spiraling
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC