"trembly" poems
The sweet smell of raisins
fresh from the pack.
A lit cherry is a beating heart.
The wet end is as good
as kissed lips.
It makes my legs loose and
trembly like love.
Leaves me breathless and
achy.
Smoking scares you.
I smoke for inspiration,
the pains remind me I am alive,
and I'm not suppose to live forever.
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 12:08 PM UTC
going to the horror films
at ten years old
i wanted to be bitten by the vampire ladies
you know the ones
red brides from the netherworlds
with heaving *******
divinities of evil
with that dah look
in silky white gowns
a little messy from sleeping in the dirt
culture vulture goth girls
with upside down crosses
slags all gauzy bats in the belfry
deranged
but after all they where
dead
and dreadfully appealing
and I'm pretty fussy
so what the hell
they walked like floats
in marshy air
never touching the ground
above frozen dark crypt terrains
with twinkly bare feet
and black high glossed toenails
staring out of blood spilled eyes
drooling cloudy mouth hollows
and a yearning hungry countenance
encouraging me
to get closer
to bite me all over
pierce me
with needly fangs
puncturing little holes in tender me
making me leak like bad plumbing
until i sloped into the bog below
of course, i was panicked
all trembly
but i had a big one
for these evil shadowy ******* too
so i thought
yes
no
yes
no
yes
no
are you gonna **** me?
i asked
they drooled
ooow okay, i thought is it gonna hurt?
they shook there heads yes!
and drooled
real bad?
i inquired further
ah ha
they lingered glaring
drooling
i guess, waiting for me to make up my mind
oh okay anything for you
you dark dreamy girls
dilapidated queens of hell
with ballet derrières
"down and down I go
round and round I go
in a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in
under the old black magic called love"
after all at ten years old,
i already knew i was
a horror *****
and just a little turned on
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
I looked happy
Happy with a secret
I can't remember you
I can't remember them
Those faces, I see them in a mist
Don't get lost, not again!
You are wicked, I'm wicked
You are my misty, misty, misty boy
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
You were always a misty dream
Umm, I'm gonna be your misty nightmare
Oh, why, why I can't touch you
You are disappearing from me, me
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
I still see you in my dreams
You make me trembly
I'm melting in your arms
Kiss my neck one more time
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
Your kisses are deadly
Shaking like a hurricane
You implicated me
And now I'm dead, like those roses in my garden
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
Not tonight, my love
I want to die. To be really dead
In the mist, in the mist
That must be gloriaus
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
You're clowns, as laughable as hell
Go read the passage on Cyber troll perps
unemployed ******* paid to sit online
writing ******* to flood and demoralize
the ninocoops brain deed perverts
think others are weak inconsequentials dweeps
like the spineless nervous victims you usually terrorize
Go re-appraise your anodyne tactics
30 years, I am still standing still laughing
Am at my best when alone ready for turds
I don't hide, I haven't fled anywhere
Or go all shaky and trembly
You don't frighten or terrorize me one bit
My mind is razor sharp, my nerves steely as ever
Coward wiggas are contemptibles
Can't stand and trade face to face
Only brave when they gang up against one man
behind screens inventing false identities
You are laughable, odious little perp rats.
Deluded slaves controlled fools.....
Hahaha....hahaha....Hahaha....western rubish
trailer trashes, you can't even spell your lingo
PERP CYBER TROLL, VIGILANTES OF THIEVES
LAUGHABLE MORONS, SIMPLETONS YOBBOS
SHAMELESS FOOLS, LOOK HOW LONG YOU'VE
BEEN AT IT, CAN'T BRING DOWN JUST ONE MAN
WHITE THIEVES SERVANTS....Hahaha...hahaha
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
Why'd I do that?
Not again.
Thought I was stronger,
I let him win.
My eyes see him,
my heart sees you.
I never wanted to be through.
Why not? Just once.
Wise words from a dunce.
The deed is done,
no warmth, no fun.
Shaky limbs, teary eyes.
No one hears my trembly cries.
A helping hand,
a caring touch.
That's all I want,
is it too much?
I know your story,
your faults, your glory.
You know my wants,
you know my dreams,
yet you ignore my silent screams.
Been down this road,
a deathly spiral.
Why can't I breathe?
is it viral?
The symptoms fade,
just like the flu.
Not gone for long
returns deadlier and new.
My chest pains are real,
but for you, I pretend not to feel.
I want a smile or even just a glance.
Hopefully someday I'll get my chance.
Forget my worries, forgot my creed.
This one night stand was nothing I need.
Would you hold my hand? touch my face?
cause my tears burn, its worse than mace.
Help me see, help me grow.
There's something I need to know.
In the morning will you be?
or will it just be a lonely me?
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
The mountain-tops may have been silent,
yes they dragged on and on in winds.
But the words softly spoken with your eyes
transcended all the ones from lips.
Never a spilt drop of acid spoken
not a single name from a darkened room,
the room full of the bled and broken
threads of fears laid out strewn.
For I was not your princess,
nor queen, mistress nor maid,
a gentle wife meets seductress
in your eyes I had been made.
Your friend on days when thoughts come running
already waiting with arms aloft
but the red line beneath your words of anger
catching pieces you'd rather dropped.
Stranded on your bottled ship
occasionally you would let me in.
Greedily I would breath and bathe
In the words resounding from your skin.
Fingers curled round my solitude
pulled me out, firm and sweet.
Whipped a million tears from my foggy eyes
tied laces on my lost, trembly feet.
Together we faced the sun
its chest risen with fresh chance.
but as we walked to'rd the horizon
we had forgotten to hold hands.
Our footsteps washed by quiet rains
the internal battles of the core.
My heart will, nevertheless, remain with you
faintly on your misty shower door.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
Terrible remains,
I make them part
Human refuges
in a misused heart
I hang my canvas high
over your head
a painting of a life
not yet led
I place my hand on your anthology
I dissect your words in an attempted autopsy
Inside I find lovers that speak like mourners
my thoughts bleed and accumulate in your corners
I press myself against your notebook
escape others estranged look
And fill your pages with my red
until you're happy and well fed
our bodies are an assembly
our only vessels, bruised and trembly
my armadas of paper boats
may slip through the cracks
to fill us both up
with all that lacks
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
I imagine parting your lips would feel like dipping my hands into a bag of uncooked
rice,
starchy sweet,
falling between my fingers, yielding.
I imagine you holding my papercut wrists, my papercut heart together with trembly
hands, scotch tape and just enough pressure to fill up the spaces,
just for a little while.
Baby girl, you’d say, when I’d consider asking you to help me pick up the pieces.
Carrying them carefully, like a bird’s egg,
like the day no backward glances were cast,
eyes set, head set, a measured pace.
Stop it, dewdrop, as I held my breath, waiting for the pieces to drop again,
tiny cracks multiplying into a pattern like the afghan at the foot of my bed,
the way my hands splintered when you held them in yours.
Listen: imagine the landscapes that fill our bodies--
the curves where I would nestle my head,
the warm folds where I’d hide,
the sinkholes and leaks you’d try to patch up, to stop up.
Listen to me, honeysuckle girl.
Your elbows are too sharp,
like the point of blades that fit so snugly into your hand—
that feel like they were once part of you, but left;
no backward glances cast.
Imagine this love-crumb:
let me file you down,
I like it when you’re soft.
Then it doesn’t feel like you’ll shatter when I touch you—
Listen,
just fold up, baby girl.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
Misty hilled
Eugenio
like a rainbow
comet
exploding from the
Tree of Life.
The jaded madmen
and women
who lost their luster
long ago.
They are all on a
one way trip
in reverse
and empty of all verses.
The fluid love
that has kept me
alive
is dry and dying
like the
bones of Ophelia
before
she bit the big one.
And the no-nonsense
physicians
say it aint right
to freeze in bluejeans under
bridges
while sippin' on
dreams of wild foxes
in endless
wastelandscapes.
We could
prove em incorrect
by holding
our breath underwater
for fourteen
trembly
seconds
then erupt from the tide
w/ hearts
as hard
as diamonds.
It's a lucrative business
to
pull the wool
down till we think
of nothing.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
I was sitting glued,
and watching my TV set,
when the news 'like an hot soup'
brokeout from the ***
it is a deadly killing again
on this face of the earth,
perpetuated by the same devastated religious sects.
I couldn't hold back the tears
dropping down to my shirt,
as i trembly squint the highlight.
With grief they struck the innocents,
living behing no insect.
Causing the survivors a memory hardly easy to forget.
It shakens my biceps
to hear they were only sent.
What a cruel belief!
That turns their brothers to an opponent,
and a pledge to obey they made from the onset
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
burst distinct order. the old new's gaining trembly girth in spongy sauntering crawlingand BANG surely nothing's still as moving jitters cream a taunting yes
Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 12:26 PM UTC
Baby is enthusiastically
Embracing toilet training.
I have taken her out to the bathroom
Twenty times this morn,
But she still managed to miss the moment -
There's a puddle on the floor.
There she stands, looking down,
Trembly legs,
Growing frown,
Realisation sinks in...
I see the heartbreak begin to crash over her in waves,
And rush to pick her up,
To reassure her and console her
For the thousandth time.
The heartbreak recedes,
The smile comes out from behind the clouds,
Phew...I got there in time!
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 4:51 AM UTC
I imagine parting your lips would feel like dipping my hands into a bag of uncooked rice,
starchy sweet,
falling between my fingers, yielding.
I imagine you holding my papercut wrists, my papercut heart together with trembly hands, scotch tape and just enough pressure to fill up the spaces,
just for a little while.
Baby girl, you’d say, when I’d consider asking you to help me pick up the pieces.
Carrying them carefully, like a bird’s egg,
like the day no backward glances were cast,
eyes set, head set, a measured pace.
Stop it, baby girl, as I held my breath, waiting for the pieces to drop again,
tiny cracks multiplying into a pattern like the afghan at the foot of my bed,
the way my hands splintered when you held them in yours.
Listen: imagine the landscapes that fill our bodies--
the curves where I would nestle my head,
the warm folds where I’d hide,
the sinkholes and leaks you’d try to patch up, to stop up.
Listen to me, baby girl.
Your elbows are too sharp,
like the point of blades that fit so snugly into your hand—
that feel like they were once part of you, but left;
no backward glances cast.
Imagine this, baby girl:
let me file them down,
I like it when you’re soft,
like me.
Then it doesn’t feel like you’ll shatter when I touch you—
Listen,
just fold up, baby girl.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
How can you leave my world in utter ignorance.
You broke the firewall that linked to our resonance.
Can you Comprehend the depth of my sadness?
Do you understand why I'm sinking into madness?
I digress
I won't carry the weight. No. Not alone.
Even if the whole world turns against me.
I will...
Oh, good grief!
I will crucify your fate.
Slowly you will be trapped in my hands.
Slowly you will finally come to understand.
Why my world has dissolved into sand.
Slowly
Slowly
Slowly
Can you feel it?
Deep within your trembly bones.
The ugly sensation of what it feels like to be alone.
Thank you for being my partner tonight.
I will enwrap you with kisses that will come to your delight.
Good night.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
I don’t think you understand
How much I want you right now
My body is all trembly
And flush with heat and
I feel like any moment now
I’m going to involuntary erupt
Everywhere
Just from a simple hello
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC