"toxically" poems
He means very little to me-
on a regular, uninterrupted day.
But when he talks to me,
he is maliciously welcoming.
He's toxically enduring
and determinedly warm.
It's possible Stockholm Syndrome,
it's definite injustice.
Sweet, sweet injustice.
Sweet interruptions.
My sweet bitterness to his sweet nonchalance.
And then;
sweet realisation that I may not be alright,
but merely distracted.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
Taffeta dress.
Pink bows and ribbons,
Plaited elegantly through her shiny hair.
Shoes made of crystal glass.
Azure eyes that allure.
Princes and spinsters.
All vying for love.
In ball gowns.
Feel the frowns.
The pauper descends.
Out of place, amid friends.
Pretences of sisters who whisper and moan.
Two sisters and mother that clamour the throne.
They're trying for love.
Met on the staircase.
We really don't really care case.
Sisters on ladders of heels,as they stagger .
Their mouths filthy as bladders and bowels.
Nasty creatures.
Vile in lust.
Lustful greed.
Maternal demon seed.
Stepmother, toxically crumbles to dust.
Crone godmother.
A quick sip of milk.
Cinderella my lovely became but a sylph.
Dispelled stepmother and daughter's that cussed.
Transport to the princes ball.
In a pumpkin, should maybe have been made into a sickly sweet pie.
Lizards as footmen, stood fast on the back on the coach pulled by white mice.
The creatures were shocked.
By the changes, all the rearrangements.
Built up with Cinderella before, a creature comfort kind of rapport.
Be back by midnight said the fairy godmother, she knew he'd really grow to love her.
Midnight came midnight went.
A glorious evening only lent.
She tripped on the stair,
Nobody cared, except the prince and cute cinders.
She lost her shoe, in a hurry to flee.
Prince himself picked it up, unable to believe in lady luck was meant to be.
He searched his dominions far and wide, just to find his princess bride.
All the best things found in fairy tales.
What do I find?
Just slugs and snails.
Yep, you guessed it I'm a bit of a cynic.
(c)Livvi MMCV
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
Lie to me.
Please for the sake of my sanity.
For my delicate beating heart.
Tell me that you still love me.
Even if it’s a lie, I don’t want to lose you just yet.
Reassure of me of your undying feelings.
Of your beautiful soul that still cares for mine.
Please, please tell me you still love me.
Just one more time, just for one more night.
Meet you downstairs right?
For Friday night adventures, and Saturday morning breakfasts.
Where did it all go?
How did it all vanish like smoke drifting upwards from a tear in the hatch?
I thought that maybe in some alternate timeline,
That we were going to be the perfect match.
I refuse to believe that I’m mistaken, I’m afraid to be.
Terrified really.
My stomach falls to floor, as I sort through the letters
That you sent to my hotel.
Where did that love go?
Say something, or don’t, I suppose.
Is it really that hard? I’m not quite sure I understand.
How is so easy for you to deceive me
and leave me completely stranded and lonely?
I thought you were so gorgeous when
Those words fell from your mouth.
I knew that every single one was
Dipped in deadly poison.
But it didn’t matter in the slightest.
I was determined to interpret your words as truth.
I would believe in whatever you were to say to me,
In some ways it was dangerous. I agree
The way that I was so toxically
And completely dependent on your existence.
The person I used to be,
No longer needs your false histories
But lies cold and empty
Alone, but looking back,
Honestly, it’s preferable
To the company
Of someone like you,
Someone who’s callous and heartless
And above all
A liar.
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
And then the Spark -
did ignite in me terribly so -
dose of doubtful Diction - unleashed.
And the soul needs comforts too -
Soothing for its Aches - Oh! - but the Aches!
It Aches terribly so.
Humanity toxically hurts - causes the pain.
Yet, Company can cure this curse -
Paradoxically entwined with Mankind.
If only all men were kind.
This Spark would surely not burn - bleed -
so terribly so.
- No -
This Spark would blaze up Celestially - Angel's push towards the ethereal beauty - and then -
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
beyond my time
beneath your still
paralyzed my mind
against my will
pink lids, bruised lips
all down to your fingertips
ruined me from the start
no time to clench
or protect my heart
rocking me in the hilt of your spoon
toxically spilling
too fast, too soon
i am lost to memory and
sketches of passing time all in just a split
and i wanted to be loved so badly,
i would have let anyone do it
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
You're a hardcover novel I can't seem to put down with charming tea stains on your pages, endearing creased corners and torn edges I look upon fondly but I can't open you far enough to break the bind of your spine. I’ll keep trying though as I soak in and inhale every toxically flawless inky letter you are composed of, scribbling quotes from your chapters onto my wrists so I feel like I always have you with me until I know your story inside and outside, forwards and backwards, by heart. You have and immensely lovely and irresistible sleeve around you and a fascinatingly stirring summary for your description on the back but I’m more interested in what’s inside. It’s an incomplete tale though so I hope I get the chance to rewrite the rougher parts like the heartbreaking paragraphs of your past and maybe I’ll get to be a co-author for typing out your happy ending.
Please repost if you have ever experienced or are experiencing the budding beginnings of puppy love
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
His breath on my skin
his hand on my heart
his devilish sin
his poisonous dart
that pierced my body
made me toxically ill
paralyzed my mind
against my will
He left me here
angry and alone
wondering what happened
unable to move a bone
and yet, i miss him
despite all the pain
my senses are dim
as my soul is aflame
How did this happen
his arid dejection
I gave him my all
my every affection
Obviously it didn't mean
as much to him
as it did to me
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 5:43 PM UTC
Billy wore his shirt too long.
And was told by most that the thing smelt wrong.
Years went by without a clue,
For the facts that others knew.
One day, while dropping the Huxtables off at the pool.
The boy realized the back of his shirt was covered in stool.
Turns out the fabric kept getting entangled.
Leaving the shirt toxically mangled.
He’d gotten caught up in the t.p.
Leaving streaks for all to see.
Billy wore his shirt too long.
Leaving poo smears from wiping wrong.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
I watched you get opened like the front page of a book that has already been written off. They took the words out of you mouth, plastered them across their beards and chugged them down with no hesitation. We don't have time for Icehouse and regret today. The fridge needs some company anyways.
Just frost the tips of the repression that occurred every time you winced your eyes at me, I knew to look the other way because blinding my memories with hate is no way to stroll into a future. I hate you for every beer drop you spilled on my potential. I hate you for ever false promise that dropped from your lungs.
I ******* hate everything about the way you wasted space in the compact ford escort of our house.
The smoke on your breathe expels lies and deceit. You have been playing the same god **** beat since yesterday afternoon of forever ago. It has rattled a family with fortified backbones into crumbled stones in a forgotten sandbox that simply lost touch with its inner child.
I feel like this is a bark through a mega phone in the forest that no one heard the tree fall.It's evident you're not capable of the contract you magically ripped apart with pen. You toxically signed the paper that set a fate challenge for an angel who never had a chance.
I need up being the sone of a ***** because after 44 years you have not taken responsibility for a single move you have made. I am still paying forward the pathetic slacks in your line. You never even took me fishing
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
We met at the crossroads of transition and vulnerability
I ached for attention
Your words worked toxically
Now you're in my bones
Which are splintered by reality
You're drowning yourself
And also me simultaneously
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
Take her to your grave.
Take her to the place where
you buried memories of a past
that still chokes you up on
rainy days,
much like the one she left on.
Kiss her as you make love,
so that she can see the deepest part
of your heart,
the ugly side that makes you shiver
with the realization of just how much you have lost.
You are in love with a girl as bitter
as the rawest parts of you,
but believe me,
on the outside she's absolutely breathtaking,
completely divine.
But once you're covered in crumpled sheets
and messy pasts,
she'll melt into the cracks in the foundation.
Because you see,
she's lost just as much,
if not more,
than you have.
With loss and sin laced into her bones,
she is toxically beautiful.
You'll crave her sly smile in your bloodstream.
You'll crave the feeling of exhilaration dancing across
exhausted limbs expressing the idea of love
but never quite encompassing its true breadth.
She's deadly
and dangerous,
but you'll let her in.
They all do, eventually.
Because, with her big brown eyes,
and trembling fingertips,
you'll love her deeply.
But she'll leave you with the hollowness
of false salvation.
The darkness will come,
and when it does,
she won't be there to watch the tide turn.
But you'll love her anyways.
They all do.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
i am speechless
i am speechless at the thought of you
your care
your words
your smile
your potential.
bridges have fallen
crashed down
burned
a home ransacked
pillaged
put in ruins
my heart melted from blind love
and
your heart remained privately unyielding
toxically and stealthily.
i am speechless
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
I keep a pocket watch,
meticulously polished
and
insistently checked,
in my left breast pocket.
There it lives
on it ticks,
the soft clicks a reminder
of its continuous ticking
lasting far past the heart
that beats just below.
Toxically clean,
a faint scent of acetone drifts
on the wind as I walk pass,
head down and in a hurry.
I retreat quietly, gripping
the watch I rub in circles,
counter clockwise and
in compulsion,
an absent minded fidget
that helps panicked time pass,
it’s melodic clicks a
centering metronome.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
I have made you bleed
I have made you sweat
I have made you starve
I have made you ache
I have put you in the mud
I have put you in the ring
I have put you in the crossfire of heartbreak and misunderstanding
I have picked and prodded you like a foreign beast
I have roughed you up like a schoolyard bully
I have carelessly clutched & betrayed your touch
And, yet, toxically, you stay
You open eyes each morning
You rise
You move
You work
You build things & restore tragedy
You absorb and give
You release
You force air inside your lungs
You put it there, even on the days I don't feel
You deserve to breathe
I am imperfect, as you very well know
But for what you have done
I look in the mirror
And desire to be
Kind.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
Fatal attraction part II
Fatal attraction
Dissatisfaction
Would lead to the ultimate detachment
Fatal attraction
It's your love that's killing me
It's the slight thought that surrounds the thoughts of you killing me
Miles away , miles and miles away
The dark clouds fade, the dark clouds fade
Go away go away
Is it your exact face , that's really
Thats really killing me
Knowing that there are no part of you feeling me
I wanna go then i wanna fade from these broke down feelings
Why do I divide my mind
A fight i cant seem to win
But my inner thoughts just slowly let you in
Out of control I seem to lose control
But no i cant go no i cant go
Digging deep inside this bottomless hole
So where do we fall
If we do that at all
My mind sending off signs
Thats i don't intend to hold
Let me go
Let me free
My real thoughts I think?
Nah it could not be
Tell me why should I
When I know my true intentions
Why should I fight my heart and my mind for a position
But do you listen but do you listen
Nah I try to camaflouge these words in my spirit
If I cannot stop falling then I must stay put
For I do not know if what i may think is okay
To scared to hinder my name
Cool breeze old bay
I hope to learn to be okay
Whats ment to be will always remain
If i do believe i do retain
If its meant to be Lord send it my way
If not I'll be okay
No dont you look this way
I hold it so tight toxically thinking it'll stay
Let it fly and grow
And happiness to follow
A smile so wide
It'll carry you to tommorow
As the days past and the night seems to hit
I wonder do you remember the first time love exist
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC