"thouroughly" poems
stencils of my mind are placed onto parchment paper
they slide off the wax like bold black drops of ink
they roll and wobble to the perimeter of which jagged teeth have bitten the sheet
thouroughly slipping. thouroughly off. complete.
a flicker instant shadow peers over drawn lines
confused of which is north and which is south; tangled in yarn and straws of twine.
configure me a format of what you think is necessary
for me to harness and cultivate like grapes of wrath and frida's portrait of sorrow and conformity.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC
why are you afraid?
are you scared to find my broken parts
scared to ***** your jealous fingers on my jagged face
are you running away from the damage you've done
are you afraid to face what you've done to me?
too frightened to see how thouroughly you've shattered me?
or are you afraid i'll break you in return?
you cannot trace the path of your destruction without falling
and i will not stop running to help you up
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
thouroughly
THEY CIRLCLE ROUND
pretending otherwise
doesn't help at all
THEY CIRLCLE ROUND
"who circles round?" you say
THEY
soon, all the money shall be gone
and the FINAL WAR shall be here
all the power in a few hands
all the rest as slaves
SO THOUROUGHLY THEY CIRCLE ROUND
"who circles round?" you say
THE ONES WHO SURROUND YOU
WHO ELSE?
Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 10:14 AM UTC
I'll grab you from behind and thouroughly poetry slam you through all four corners of the room.
We'll kiss untill we lift dust and roll across the room. Barreling through we whisper three words that couldn't be said too soon: baby watch out! A broom falls and interrupts our resonating groove. Fixated on our sizzling mood. We dance and in one waltz move we interlock and intertwine. In one fell swoop, we continue to make love, we can't waste time. Days go by didn't even gaze at how the moon shines. Not even dazed by the sunlight this stage is our sunrise. Hand marks on the windows, sweaty palms on the walls, sticky sheets on the carpet..paint on the canvas, my face on that canvas?! Your waist on your canvas?! What did we paint on that canvas?! We got laid on that canvas?! Thats a mistake but I can't complain I ******* love the art that we make. I could do it all day..
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC