"underplayed" poems
I wasn't sure of
those words, that holy
trinity pressed to give back,
until your heart stuttered systolic.
Contracted, you underplayed every line as
I fought, undervalued, omitted and flat-lined
that singular skip your two-fisted, beated rhythm
warning beacon, red-flashing, blaring signal flared sign
granted every second second of each stolen time, when those
planets and these stars became so fiercely yet finitely aligned,
yes, I understand now, as we lay entwined, cyclic, chest
deep, life-defying leap, gasp of breath, wake from
sleep, it is this that I seek, sunlight unconfined
crushing breath divine, beat of two, separate
singular, unexpected yet still
defined in-kind, of your
continuation bringing
life back to mine.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
Underplayed or overrated?
In perfect time with his ****** her wanton hips gyrated.
Baring tooth and nail,
Like hungry wolves they feed.
Each the same agenda;
To satisfy their primal need.
He pulls her hair and bites her shoulder,
Binding wrists with which to hold her.
She offers up her body and soul,
Without a word he takes her whole.
With quickened breath and sweat on skin,
Need like no other rushing in.
As if their lust, till now
reserved on ration,
Unleashed to satisfy
..... a moment's greedy passion!
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
You entered a career and grow with success.
You've become somebody
well respected,
carrying a banner of pride
your hobbies identified you,
never thinking this is borrowed time.
Your trust in yourself was impervious,
despite an event that had been building
lititle by little
like lit matchsticks slipping out of your hand,
onto a inflammable floor.
It's called an anxiety attack.
like a cat scratch it didn't amount too much when it noxiously came
but when you avoid the third train to work
panting like an out of breath player,
forcing yourself to stand amongst a group of yelling school kids
you already sense the nothingness
you've underplayed in your mind.
Arriving at the station
you want to double back
take to a station bench, admitting something wrong.
Forcing yourself to work
uttering the famous words
I cannot do this.
I'm heading for a breakdown.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC