"unwanting" poems
Making love
is the city of ruin.
The worst kind of fog
captures it,
a fog where the streetlights
are not pushing out
light
into the right places.
Light falls only on the glossy mercedes
and it's rims
full of hope and wealth.
The skyscrapers
reach the sky
and finger the underbelly
of an afterlife,
as if there is something to look
forward
to.
The buses
transport
souls
and
promise,
or seem too.
But this is all a lie,
the lights only create light,
darkness grows,
the skyscrapers touch the sky,
yes,
but they don't know a thing
about goodness,
and the buses are full
of
hopelessness.
But when we make love,
it is like
we are only looking for the good things
in the city
as we get robbed blind.
When I touch your belly button,
I can feel your heart in your stomach,
so low and so unwanting
that it dropped
to a place of digestion,
of eating what we had
and ******** it out.
It is ok to realize
this untruth
late in the game,
it is wrong to continue
when we know of the untruth,
and that is what we are doing,
that's why I hate
you
and still **** you.
I love the city,
in its ruinous returns
I keep fooling myself
into thinking
this is the best thing that's ever happened
to me.
Your ***** must be the greatest,
because I'll never leave
even when we call making love
a city of hope
when we ****
and it's a dystopia
of
destruction.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
A beautiful smile
Radiates the energy of the sun
Green eyes fueling the source
With the shape of a goddess
Oblivious to his truth
And unwanting of his intentions
What is to be done
When there is no control of the situation
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 11:11 PM UTC
some nights I stay up way passed the time you fall asleep just to listen to whether you'll scream to get out of a hidden reality of if you'll moan fighting to stay in one.
some nights I'll be kissing down your chest, no matter how content you'll look, my hands still manage to tremble down porcelain skin like the first night I ever touched you. glancing up because you're a horrible liar with the most stunning eyes and unwelcome hands are nothing more nothing less they are unwelcome and to think my hands could do more harm than good and I could not even know it.
you are art work. you are a story.
everyone near you is always eager to know more, dig deeper, find out what pushes and pulses through your veins
curiousity didn't **** the cat, a greedy society killed the cat.
always begging to know more, thinking there's entitlement and deserving throughout their blood like what is yours is theirs for the taking.
I want to walk in the sun with you
I want to kiss each of your fingers over and over
I want to remain what you want but I know how unwanting makes you rain guilty, I will run before I become another bullet point on why you keep screaming
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
and enough of this endless restless nesting fetish.
Incomplete sentences stammered by the breathless
Full of obscure references overtested by the bested . . .
forget to forget the last failure from my past and we'd run rampant and ram horns again but a circle won't fit with a square
no matter how many times you test it . . .
speak money speak *** speak respect;
you can't buy any with either or neither
but try please to succeed
and we'll watch your world crumble
Man never stops learning though unconcerned but acts concerning.
Playing the role of the wiseman the fool gives false advice
spreading vices to mice who won't stand for what's right
To be said **** the fools,
but you must protect them from what we don't know
but you'll never respect them
and you find by and by that by mingling with monsters
you're no longer a savior no longer a martyr
but instead you're so dead that you're following
following
and now like the rest you
falling
dropped
to the bottom.
Clear my mind with bleach
be my teacher, no my preacher
The need for meter seems to have defeated my reason,
unwanted, it seems, perhaps even defeated.
I often wonder how the world sees the world, I long for new perspective. The world seems unyielding, unwanting.
I am born to pry at why we are born to die; born to forever wonder why.
And why?
Answer ever answer. And forever wondering why I can never take chances. I'm often to wrought with distractions to advance.
Why did they refuse to give her a chance?
Why did she refuse to give him a chance?
Someone must've written this story in advance.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
I steal love with
the
part of my lips,
the
fall of my chin,
the
reverence in my temples,
//
so I scoff with
my
unblessed prayer,
my
impossible keeper,
my
wretched skin,
my
faultless pleasure,
//
and grace swoons,
puts me back in my place,
mutters sin in my mouth,
tightens grip in my hips,
stokes flame in my skin,
//
threads pain
inside,
weaves mind
inside,
names fear
inside,
makes more
inside,
//
and I am unfeeling of pardon,
unwanting of heaven,
ungoverned by god,
not bothered, on purpose,
not waiting on mercy,
//
and I stand with the evil,
the blind,
the kind,
the pained
and the stained,
and steal love with them,
because
//
we are unneeded by hell.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC
*Possession-ed kisses and passionate marks
under sheets of skin and layers of bites,
a shade of bluish and greenish bruises-
vibrantly sparks delight,
****** swoons bring in an urge
an unwanting sigh escapes
and leaves my trembling lips in thirst-
of a desire not yet suffice,
be it love or romance
the heart suddenly collides
shattered and beguiled by this beauty
replaces an arousing love bite.*
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
Never have I ever
Met a soul who is more perfectly aligned
With mine
A mind with never
Ending complexity.
Never would I have fathomed
Such a unique bond
Between two minds, intertwined
Wrapped around each other
Infinite times.
Unwanting to unravel
Two vines.
Two seeds planted
Growing from different places find
Each never anticipated
To be brought together
Created
To experience the venture
That life orchestrated.
A mutual understanding
No words
Gazing
Into your herds
Of thoughts Running
From your eyes to my absurd
Mind – reading
Into the eyes of your soul.
The rarity
Of someone like you
Drives my mind to insanity.
Wanting to jump off of the moon
Landing into your arms – inhumanity.
Imagining days spent with you
Makes me relapse.
You just being – you
Are my morphine – body collapses.
You seemed like fiction brewed
By the side effects
Of loving you
Neither of us suspected
This perfect chemistry created by you and I – I and you.
Never have I been so blissful
Could such a human being exist?
Perfectly crafted – abysmal.
Completely convinced
You are my acid
An extraterrestrial experience
Through the collision of our
Unordinary
Bizarre
Zany
Intellectual passion.
Creating a beautiful collision
Of two journeys becoming one.
When what seemed unreal – fiction
Meets reality.
Let us join palms and live merrily
In unison.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
I write love to hear the V in my head.
And I love when I'm unwanting.
Unwanted I scowl and indulge for a while; too long then I say when's enough.
Take less; make room for my soul to grow inside.
Takes but two days then it's time to watch my pride.
Then I indulge anew, now for just long enough.
Things get so simple then, I can make the proper call.
Time then's an easy friend: God nods and simply says:
"You need to help someone, using courage son, be alert.
Hear are your ears back, hear the wrinkle, smooth it down.
When a good and proper Son, you become your reward.
Stay that way long enough I will send you your girl.
She will be very smart and the loveliest in the world.
But with every sweet reward you must become something more.
She's so good she's all you'll see at times but my Son, don't forget the rest.
Make time for everyone you know it's not fun to be left out.
Sail your jig so steadily, magnificent leave the sea to me."
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
When you grow like a tree over property lines
And are drawn into a yard unwanting and free
It’s not the sharpest saw which cuts the deepest ties
But the quiet in moving away from beneath
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
With heart and with soul
I found you
my compass,
broken arrows lost
in the ebbing sands of time
directionless and
without caution
I searched for you
but timidly I approached
unknowing
unwanting
but needing
longing
lusting
I found you.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
oh little tree you are my favorite
skinny in the most unwanting way
one season? two? to know for certain
would be the end of you,
my inanimate love
feelings you cannot have
joys you will never feel
but nourishment and growth
breathe life into you
like the wind through your lost leaves
do not change please
never before have i seen leaves such as yours
i walk by twice a day sometimes six
always in even numbers,
for one can only go so long as one comes back.
you will outlive us all
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
I go to work each day to tiny hands and welcoming smiles, I claim to have seventeen. I tend to live vicariously through my preschoolers and my brothers four.
I spend my week in the busy classroom, and then my weekends engulfed with them too. But I go home alone.
Most days I'm okay, I'm strong, I'm confident, I'm okay.
I lay here this Saturday morning listening to the crunch of tiny cerial bites, and the quiet murmer of the Lego cartoon making a Melody I've often begged for but never told a soul.
I lay in bed, the three of us, and watch quietly as he stretches and rolls my way, he wraps his tiny arms around my arm and pulls me close. Unbearable, yet I contort and mold to his liking. Your wish is my command, say and I'll do.
And then it's 7:30 and I grab my purse. I pull out a little white pill and my mouth is instantly dry, unwanting. I reluctantly swallow it and lay back down.
And then your dad opens his eyes and they meet mine, and just like that I'm fighting tears. I close my eyes in an attempt to fake sleep, I roll slightly so my tear trickles to the pillow without a trail.
I don't even know how to start that conversation, or if I should, so I write.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 11:36 AM UTC
Angry distasteful stare
Eyes squinted, affronted glare
Dismissive
In all her care, uncaring
Unwanting of any responsibility
Associated with falsehood
'You're unreasonable'
Emanates without being spoken
How can you begin to even think for yourself
Think of the validity of your perspective
When you're caught overwhelmed and mocked
Belittled in what you think is fair
And I'm stuck with that stare
And you without a care
Dec 2, 2023
Dec 2, 2023 at 8:06 AM UTC
my mother taught me how to work the dirt,
grub it between palms, savor the smells of chickenshit, and
raw flesh. she knows that crops are grown fifty-fifty,
a little coddling, a little resentment. look at the thing
crawling out of your leaking womb, purpled with lacking.
she taught me how to heal, let my body mend itself with
time. when i was born, the salt of my mother clouded around my
eyes. they broke me to let me live, and so forth. but i have never
stopped with the needing. i became a **** in the dirt i worked.
empty, glad with unwanting. i wanted to spread my branches and show my mother the world she forgot. i remember. i remember.
but my chants fell upon deaf ears. my prose too purpled to read.
if you can bring nothing to this dirt
but another dead body,
this is not a garden for you.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
I'm borrowing the hand of God for a moment
-don't worry, I'll give it straight back when I'm done
I just need to make an adjustment
My body needs attending
My mouth to be precise
-don't worry, it will remain as it is
I just want to be able to close it completely
And silence words from escaping through breath
-don't worry, my voice won't be muted
Ill just fasten a zip to open and close
So that I can stop Urge from stealing conversation
And placing the words in unwanting ears
I was just seeking understanding
Instead, negative reactions overcrowded listeners' faces
But I kept on trying to lure response
-Unsuccessful every time, as Effort occurred absent
Having fled before giving me choice to give it up
So, don't worry anymore
I would rather not be met with discomfort
-maybe, when unease leaves enough space upon your face
I will once again ask to borrow that same hand
-don't worry, I won't change anything else
But instead, I will remove what I sewed down before
And allow those words to ride on breath
Giving seat for lips travel to a smile
Where it leaves its seat and steps off the carrying words
Passing Happiness, the next passenger, as it gets on from the smile
Taking the free seat, and starting its journey
Stopping at destinations of many and all
Offering its seat to every spirit in need of lifting
And sharing itself, for everyone to enjoy.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
I don't think people keep in mind
how many wonderous cultures
have been stomped out
and erased by Christianity
In Norway the Christians
tried to burned all the records of the
native culture.
They moved a church
from an unconfrontation position
to directly in the middle
of a native sacred circle
then put up an iron cross
defacing the spots of old gods
forcing ideas onto the unwanting
it's haunting
and scares the **** out of me
that so many people cannot see
or will not see
the evils done for someone who
hasn't ever, ever shown his face
No man can win my battles
or erase my sins for me
that's my right,
that's my fight
Jesus may have died on a cross
but I didn't ******* ask him to.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
Is this where we run faster chasing all that we dreamt of?
Acting like actors who can't lose the stage.
Unafraid of making unimaginable mistakes.
Learned and lost through trials of let downs and late night outs
Found peace in that unforgettable moment for it to slip away
Telling ourselves our dreams are made to stay but forced to fade
The truth comes often in the time of need although unwanting
Who we are no longer matters what mask we wear is what's more important
So when the truth reveals wait for everything to burn to the ground
We say we don't know love and sometimes it just isn't enough
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
Sexualize me
Drip your sweet greed all over my unwanting flesh
Want me
Consume me without warrant
Without regard for the heart mercilessly beating in my chest
I’m not a person to you
Just a *** toy
Look at me and picture me clothed in the wonders of your body
Sexualize Me
Give my female body a real purpose
Let me be what you want,
no need for me to have say
Force me
Show a body I never asked for
Expect me to do anything you ask for
Say it’s all in the name of fun when I thought there were only three letters and two of them are F U
And no that doesn’t mean to sexualize me
I’m not here for you to look at
I’m not here for you to touch
I’m not here for you
Just because I have a body doesn’t mean it’s for the taking
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
The wind blew down
On the entire place it held.
Leaves fell down from branches
It’s autumn; an ending again.
The season hath changed
For reasons we’ve seen.
But a farewell waves
I’m scared again to give a peek.
Years ago we held our hands
This tree of strength, it witnessed all.
We took an ought; a promise of innocence
With our young hearts, we thought it all.
‘Twas all been done; the season had ended.
Yeah, we’ve now in different roads.
But under the same sky we stand
With hearts unwanting to look behind.
‘Twas all been gone; the last leaf had fallen
A new will sprout; a beginning again.
Life is a cycle; it ends and starts.
But love for me won’t dare; for ‘twas never been round.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
Here I am
The one left behind
Left by a unwanting father
Left by friends
Left by all those whom I've cared for
Loved ones included
And now in my darkest place
You leave me too
Off to a new place
Leaving behind the girl who loves you
Tears cannot even comprehend my pain
You walking out of my life
It means I don't get my chance
It means another person hurts me
Once again I'm alone
You've left me now and there is no turning back
This is good-bye my love.
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 4:32 PM UTC
Dying, living,
Fading, growing,
is there even a difference?
Anger, yes.
Oh, yes.
I
can
feel the
horrors
and it is a comfort to know
that I still have
the ability
to actually
feel something,
anything...
it wafts from your writing
like red, animaic lines
that cause mania
and madness
like the roots
you speak of.
but i know anger too.
i know now what it feels like to want
nothing more than to smash
a windowpane
and watch it's pieces
embed themselves
in the eyes that hurt
you beyond compare
and even those
that didn't.
I know the unwanting,
the unfeeling,
the uncaring.
And I feel it.
Because I am no longer a fellow silvertongue, oh no.
I am but
a simple
machine.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
Flavored Apetites
None so Lovely
As The One I Loved
He Was a Prize
And All of Me
No other
Does my Heart Conceal
And For this
I Leave the Future
Unwanting
Gift of Conpletion Given
To the Ones Who Wait
Backs Turned
To Unforseen Victors
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
I didn't know
I couldn't foresee
How much I would hate you
Each word that leaves your pale lips
Grinds into my gritted teeth
Pinches at my unwanting ears
And pulls at my unspoken tongue
Willing me to conjure a flame ridden truth, your way
But I will hold back
As you will only make me feel crazy
Crazy for feeling
Crazy for not wanting you near
Insane for stating your presence now makes me sick
But that is the truth
They are my feelings
And you will invalidate them
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
Black holes in our black souls
The apparent dictation of darkness has demands
Brush strokes thicken as anger and depression merge on the sea of prosperity
From so much gain there runs a path of two car crash societies
The more we sing dance and indulge in our delights, then so many more shall wait outside in the pouring rain, sodden in defeat, rusting with age,
Monolithic silence fills our empty worthless chambers, electronic obesity feeds our deformed dimensions, our cold fragile hearts, grafted to the glaciers,,
Black holes in our black souls
Charred embers drench the walls
Suffocation came about as toxins breathed became the diet to provide to sustain
We evolved but evolution has left us behind, and in its fiery tail we scrape an existence, only its a disturbance,
White noise wisdom surrounds , played to unwanting ears in unfamiliar sounds,
Black holes in our black souls, crazy freaks with their hands on the controls, and all the while , we sit dribbling, with a strange smile
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC