"venemous" poems
When wisps of dandelions lay still in the blanket of your hair,
and your eyes can no longer say I love you,
without your lips moving.
I know my world has ended.
We stood on the porch
with the wind chimes blowing songs through my ears.
There's still something there through this Armageddon. I recollect the curve of your smile or the shape of your face
in every single pool of water I come across.
Your eyes had a haunting quality about them,
as they look through my hollowed out frame,
and see what wars I've fought.
It was your time darling,
your time I bought.
I know,
my world is ending.
The skin of strangers bone's looks dimmer,
and your heart looks darker.
When it's revealed in the quiet of our room.
That distorted haziness your voice gets when you're tired, is there all the time.
I can never help but wonder what I did wrong.
Asteroids come hurling towards me
at a thousand miles an hour,
The world is ending.
Just as predicted.
Where are you now?
Clairvoyant and always knew just what to do.
What happens now that I've been left behind.
What happens now that I can't pick up the pieces?
Your promises never looked more beautiful,
than when you couldn't keep them.
Lies never seemed more eloquent
than when you couldn't stop telling them.
Your face it haunts me.
Your words they weaken me.
Your hours we devoted to one another- cut through me.
I'm not afraid anymore,
to do this alone.
Let the flames engulf me,
let my skin hang loosely from the bone.
Let me drown.
Let me fade.
Let me waste away.
Let me be reborn.
Let me live again.
Let me find a way back to earth.
Let my soul go on.
There was a time I thought of adoration
when mention of you,
but it's now replaced with bitter resentment.
In the miscalculated performance,
you couldn't be faithful.
And now I see-
dandelions are just weeds.
And now I see-
I see everything.
The honesty your spirit lacked,
the lies you spoke from cracked lips.
And the venemous kisses you placed upon my skin,
I was poisoned- to think I saw everything from your perception
and ignored my own crumbling world.
Now, we are nothing.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
Living in a different time zone, still reeling from past decisions.
Fighting venemous events to no avail,
not letting go of lasting mass incisions.
Excision of life's excitements.
Removal of my livers, kidneys, colons,
but still, I shiver in the coldness
of the living.
Admitting to the voices in my head,
that the Lord's mercy still extends,
into heaven for the choices of the dead,
who did the devil's bidding.
A foolish folly for a younger self,
to fall afoot amongst a rotten hell,
hellish landscape brought into the realm,
of mortals and the bedroom shelves.
All my dreams upon a table,
and in the dusty drawers there lies the pain.
Honestly I'm never able,
to entrust another lover with my reigns.
To fly I must begin to build momentum,
but something's caught up on me and instead preventing.
And slowing my ascension,
Also did I mention,
that every other moment that I spend here in atonement
is a ticking to a redder deathly sentence.
Repentance, with a mix of learned and unearned lessons, accuses those who lied.
Impresses extra stress especially when the ghostly men attend and lean up on my bedside.
I use to shy away but now I stare them in the eyes.
Fear's been long gone since childhood,
when crazy layovers in hazy places
played a part of strongly breaking bonds with those I thought were good.
I've felt my death a million times and dreamed it millions more.
And yet I never let myself fall victim to the final tricks of it's afflictions.
Meaning it's a situation still remaining unexplored.
I know what I lived for, and I know exists a future still in store.
But god ******* ****** life is such a chore.
Lord,
Give me strength and give me more.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
I walked to the place today
the place where our bridge
used to be.
It's still hidden
deep within my mind. I
know the way to the spot
all too well.
I stand and look across the chasm
The structures that anchored our bridge
to the canyon wall are now overgrown
with ivy and vines. The once
mighty body of the bridge itself
lies a thousand feet below, slowly
eaten away by the river of change.
The river that also eats away at our
canyon walls, pushing us ever further
apart.
I remember when we built that bridge.
I saw you across the ravine. You didn't
notice me, you were too busy smelling
the tiger lilies. I was in awe.
I felt like a fool pretending to be wise
I felt like a boy pretending to be a man
I yelled towards you, hoping you'd notice.
You did.
You smiled.
I almost died right there.
I sent you love poems on kites
You always blushed as you read
Then one day I threw over a line.
It was just the beginning.
Over the months, I built upon that
line, until I had constructed a
mighty bridge to
Span the gap
I was finally together with you
Everything was right. My life
was filled with a soothing light.
I remember the night our bridge collapsed.
I remember the hateful words and venemous,
acidic thoughts that became kindling.
We spit bile and gasoline soaked barbs at each other
soaking the bridge with discontent.
We hurled insults at breakneck speeds, creating
sparks with the collisions. The result was a towering
inferno between us. It was fueled by contempt and
selfishness.
Still we shouted, unaware of the permanence of what
we were doing
By the time we came to our senses, we were too late.
The bridge creaked and bowed as the fire consumed
it. I remember the last thing I saw before it fell. I saw
your eyes staring at me through the flames, your
beautiful eyes lit up by the moment. The tears
reflected off of your face.
The bridge finally plummeted into the abyss below. It
was a falling star of potential energy. What we could
have had. I cringe when I think of how black the river
looked that night.
Now I'm standing here at the spot that it all
started. I look up, and I see you on the other
side again. You're wearing a white dress and
a smile.
I smile back.
My heart glides.
Ready to begin anew
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
**Letters fill my lungs
As I fight to breathe, to live...
Still choking on words**
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
we were no better
than the dirt that clung
to our feet, as we ran
away from what was important.
we were dumb to the ways
of a limitless God with a
venemous wrath.
and we laughed.
as he was killing us.
we thought we had tricked
everything we had known
to exist. and that we were
all that was infinite and all
that was holy.
and all that was right,
as i sat with you,
balancing our weight
between earth and sky,
what you and i knew to be
love and ultimately
indifference.
they will say that we were
all blind, walking around as
if we saw something that
nobody else could.
because we were that great.
and we got it all wrong.
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 2:55 PM UTC
delerious, drowning in a sea of self-loathing
smoke clouds my eyes, the fire feuled by broken potential
untouched resources burn and vanish
only ashes remain to taunt me
only the mirror remains to haunt me
only venemous laughter to daunt me
stifle my every thought
is it suprising then that i lie alone
in the filth and darkness of fear
never to rise, never to sleep
always to dream, always to be reminded
of what will never be...
Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 5:55 PM UTC
Love slithered up my sleeve
like a sun parched python
coiling around my soul
making its home in the sanctuary found within
venemous words spit forth their guile
antitdote saught in nights comforting arms
the moons radiant smile comes forth from a bottle,
stars decadent radiance cascades from a tear,
I'll hide in a sucumbant dream,
on yesterdays and alibis I shall rest this weary head.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
There are days when you wake up and your body is not your own.
And if you could just peel off your skin for a second, you would surely find a hollowness that doesn't end.
And you don't know what's right or if you're on the right track, and even the things you love feel far away.
You may not feel worthy enough to take comfort. But that's okay. Tomorrow will be better.
And if not, the next day has to be.
And somedays you wake up and you're on.
I mean, you know exactly who the **** you are. And you feel unstoppable.
And your mind doesn't feel so treacherous.
And the blood in your veins no longer feels venemous.
And if you peel back your skin for just a second, you would find you who are,
and were once before, and will eventually be.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
To you,
Substitute-
A mere copy,
Nothing more than a
Last minute stand in.
I am addressing
You and only you
Mr Substitute.
You who maliciously
Attempted to make my
Son feel less than;
You who with your
Contrived agenda
Sought to edify
Your unequivocal ignorance
Thinking that the
Young Puerto Rican boy was
Likely another statiscal
Data point representing
Yet another victim of a
Fatherless phenomenon yet,
There we were-
That Puerto Rican boy's
Mother and Father
At the school house,
Bright and early
To shine a light and
Expose your uneducated and
Ill informed ***
May we
You and I
Discuss politics on an
Even playing field
Mr. Substitute,
While in your little world
You fumble over
Your phone
Pressing 1 for English or
2 for Spanish,
Let me translate
Let me educate
You substitute
So that next time
You decide to
run your mouth,
Consider keeping mute.
Before you choose
To marginalize
An entire race
Let's have a face to face
Mr. Substitute
My son comes from
Those very people
You express such
Disdain for
Those people who
Have bled and died
For this country since
The first World War
Perhaps that historical fact
Escapes you
While you make no effort to
Teach the truth
You can't hide the fact that
They also bled and died
In the name of freedom in
World War Two
Korea
Vietnam and Panama
Iraq and Afghanistan
Serving, bleeding, and dying
Just hoping to secure
Their place
Amongst society
So that you can
Let loose your vile tongue.
Instead of teaching
The value of equality
And sparking a sense of
Hope in the young,
Understand though
Mr. Substitute
Both karma and I are
Far from done.
I chose to exercise civility
In my quest to
Teach you a lesson
In humility
A lesson in diversity
Oh how I wish
that were me
Looking back at you
In that classroom
Mr. Substitute.
Fortunately,
The blood that runs
Through my fiery veins
Runs through my sons.
Under no circumstance
Will he accept the
***** matter that
Effortlessly flows
Through your
Venemous lips.
Unlike you
Mr. Substitute
We are accepting of others
Even if you yourself are
Nothing short of
A misguided
Intolerant bigot,
My son and I
Refuse to
Stand idly by
Without exposing
You as the
Village idiot.....
Mr. Substitute
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
My love
I walk
beside two quarrelling lovers
I have you now
But my heart breaks in Lu of your past
She's beautiful
And she wants you
Thinks she loves you
wants to control you
She wanted to be your everything
Please tell me I'm your everything
Cause I want what she wanted
And I'm looking for an answer
Please
If I ever walk away, don't leave me in the rain
Cause my world would shatter
If you didn't truly love me
My love
What promises did you break?
And if we succumbed to the same fate
would you leave me in the rain?
All the things you said
All the things you did
Break my heart
I never knew such pain
could exist in the past
And stabs me now
All the words spoken
my love
Your lust broke my heart
He says
My love
It was lust
I was hurt
I was crushed
She didn't listen
And she lost
My love
I cannot take back my past
If I could, I would
But what I say is true
I love you
With every breath I take
And with that
All hearts are broken
She waits for you my love
And it breaks my heart
She writes venemous words
That eat his soul
I see it wash over him
my lack of trust
holds him back
And our love
Paints her black
Now~
All hearts are broken
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC
His arms
His lips
His hands
Venemous to the core
They stung as they touched me
But so excitingly painful.
I knew he'd left his mark
I knew the poison would spread
And the walls I built would slowly deteriorate
Break me down as he found his next victim
But he was a drug
An addiction
Something I couldn't escape.
The way my stomach jolted
When those fingers tugged at my hips
The way my body froze
When he kissed my lips
The way my skin heated up
When his arms wrapped around as he kisses my cheek
Maybe a sudden inervention was for the best
But I know tomorrow when he does it again
I'll be as weak as I've ever been
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
Do fear being intoxicated by the
fumes of our dreams, that
slithers into the air and
like snakes with fangs venemous
one bite is
addictive.
And there are dreams that are left suspended,
hovering like fireflies, dreams of undying light
but hang like pitiful apples from an
apple tree, that nobody wants to eat from.
Yet the whiff of a dream dying is
crippling to hope
because each dream is like a candle,
so you must let the flame burn,
the wax to drip-
drop
for you to make something of-
even if it is a little meek.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
Look at me.
My eyes,
How when I write they get wide as dinner plates.
The ocean flows out of them,
The waves of words flow across the page.
They roar and go 30 feet in the air.
They crash down and pull your emotions with them.
But when you touch me,
I do not feel the ocean anymore.
Venemous.
That is what you are to me.
Filling my head with garbage.
Putting waste in my veins.
But did you know that you can get addicted to negativity?
I threw away the garbage and bleached my veins.
The only thing that fills me now is the ocean.
Listen to the sea shell and hear my words.
Listen...
I am the ocean,
Will you be my tide?
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
the jade of my heart
an ever drifting sea of emerald
a soft summer breeze across
golden sands
november earth
and december snow
seasons of idyllia
stars adrift
shifting and searching, all for
a single rose buried
in a venemous cage
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 2:20 AM UTC