"vessle" poems
Jealousy
Is hell
Because I do not enjoy
Myself,
And well
I enjoy all of you-
You
With your smooth moves
Perky and peachy attitudes
Teach me
To be as sweet
As you-
Beautiful
Can be cruel
Not like it is on tv,
Or beside me
Everyone shining,
Smiling,
While my smile feels
Like hiding
Under this wax mask
A painted canvus
Of pale and black
Don't look at me
I'm a heartattack
A bad act-
Broken glass
Of a painted doll
I am a leo lioness
Right?
Righteous-
Your hieness
Sparkles on my eyelids
But you see
I have enough pride
To hide it-
Its priceless,
Really hillarious
Sometimes I feel
Like a bad *****
But I'm none of this
I am the pray,
The gazelle in the grass
But I am also the lion
Waiting to attack myself
Because you see,
Jealousy
Is hell,
I am the lion
I am the gazelle
I am heaven and hell
In a vessle of myself
See what you will,
Your critiques are nothing
My only enemy is me
My only savior is me
I am a lion
But I am also
A sheep
Don't look at me
Sometimes I cry in the mirror
Blink my mascara tears,
Blurry mess-
Can't fit in my old dresses
Tearing apart at the seams,
Literally
Filthy
Famish
Crawled out of my skin
And made some bad habits
Declining wealth
Declining health
Laughing as the scales tip-
After all I am a person,
Not permanent
Why should I care
Oh,
But I do
I do when I look at you
You with your talented hands
With your spider lashes
And good moods
Teach me to feel
As good
As you
My lipstick smears and screams
As the paintings on my face mock me
So will my body,
My body thats bruised
And missused
Perfume to cover the *****
They'll see my cherry lips move
But they won't hear me talking
Its perfect,
The mask of confidence
My incompetence
Is a perfect fit
No, really
Its lovely
When I wear it,
People love me!
Because people think
I love myself
No
Jealousy
Is hell,
Beacuse I do not
Love myself
I love everybody else,
Even the ones who
Say I am full of it,
Selfish leo,
Selfish lion
Exaggerated ego-
Winking eyelids
Sparkle,
Wings to my forehead-
I flaunt
What I don't want,
Because you want me to
You want me
To love me
Like you do
All of you
I remember the words
From my mother,
Jealousy
Is not a pretty color-
Its crimson red,
Exposed
Like blood,
I've had to sew it up
No-
Don't look here
Not at my guts,
Look at my eyelids
Are these not enough?!?!
These cherry lips
Tell you to sush
Less of a lioness,
More of a cub
I know
I am my own predator
My own pray
I am
All of the above
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
with well worked hands
he pulls on the sea
like the hem of a pale skirt dancing 'round his lovers hips
it's what she loves about him most
the way that the tide ebbs and flows
with the rise and fall of his sun-stained chest
seashells
and gull feathers
and bits of fishing net
woven into his hair
like the threads of canvas sails
aqueous thunder-head eyes
look like they've seen the fall of every empire
and soon
they'll witness the fall of ours
he smells of salt-cured wood and the sun
and it's the kind of smell you'll never forget
nor properly describe
he moves like magic
like waves
lapping at the shoreline in the calm of dusk
with an anxious tongue
and an appetite that's never satisfied
he licks the wounds of any heart
he's strong enough to bare the weight of any burden
of any trash barge or sea ferry
ear pressed to his chest
like a conch-shaped vessle
the labor of his heart valves plays like sailor songs
in an empty cabaret
nerve-wrackingly beautiful
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
Evil Levi - The main character in the story. Evil Levi was born into a cult named Sinister. His parents gave him to the cult to so he could be the vessle for the spirit Cruelty.
Sinister - The name of the cult that Evil Levi was born into. The goal of Sinister is to engulf the planet in Hatred.
Spectrum - The name of the planet where the story takes place.
Harriet - The mother of Evil Levi.
Liberty - The name of the city where the story takes place.
Iniquity - The name of the compound where the members of Sinister Live.
Priest - The father of Evil Levi. Priest is the high priest of the cult Sinister.
The Book of Sins - The holy book for the cult Sinister.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
Its like I sit and watch the world go by cruisng to oldies,
feeling new inside, but outside is a face of a man who will attack if you dont know me.
gut instinct is below me homie, piece of mind,
dont change your words if you cant cash the truth but besides that...
See im not perfect I lost ties and made knots that made me fall from my own tension with no intentions to stand even if I can, I cant, im grounded by my mistakes that relvolve around me, reminding me what I did made me what I am.
AS I stay subsiding in a position thats clearily hiding,
binding my chest compressed against my last breath , to save what little life I have left in a world where title nor status mean nothing when your an ******* to those you called your best interest I do confess im that lowlife as i cruise still music speak to my esscense releiving me for those seconds im just a person again but after that im back at it again
..I dont write for pitty so let that be known, im just here to vent this steam that once stood ablazed passion for a love that is now a shack of memories in my head of your smile and gestures a feeling I onced called home now ruins from what i ruined, foolish I am.
Clueless more than anything to let many so many slip away im the worst fisherman of love.
because I use my soul as bait, and little by little i let the big ones escape an take chunks of me away to a place I can never retrieve it, so believe it im that space
im that vessle ive became the shell of a hermit , hollow and skirmish.
Tarnished, and used,
debri left as rubble to make roads,
but none to pave my own cause I have no resources
cause im that alone....shit,
maybe I can just leave it for those who wish me back if I do something foolish like giveback the life Ive live, for a plaque and a name and a date?
or should I just lookback and keep cruisin passed the bruissin and showin scars of my mistakes as a human,
all I know is....nothing,
and thats why I stay cruissin, freedom of the road and music,
away from the world and my ruins.
-Deep Though aka
Linguist Musician
aka Emmanuel Hernandez
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
"This is the day we've been waiting on. It's ok to be nervous but don't be scared. You are the sacred vessel" said the tall dark skinned woman as she looked down into the eyes of the ten year old boy.
Dressed in a red and black robe the ten year old boy said "I'm not afraid. I'm just ready to get this over with."
"That's just what I wanted to hear Levi. It's time to get started. Please follow behind me" said the tall dark skinned woman.
"Yes mother" said Levi as he followed his mother out of his room.
Leading Levi down a long hall that was illuminated with red light his mother said
"When Priest summons the spirit Evil remember not to fight it. Just let it take over."
"Ok" said Levi. When Levi and his mother entered the worship area Levi's mother had him stand in front of the altar and the clergy.
"Thank you Harriet for escorting Levi to the altar" said a tall figure wearing a black hooded robe.
"You're welcome Priest" said Harriet.
Holding a baby creature in his right hand and a knife in his left hand Priest stepped down from the altar and stood in front of Levi. Priest stabbed the baby creature in its stomach and ripped it opened. He dipped his finger in the baby creature's blood and anointed Levi's forehead with its blood.
"Bring me the Book of Evil" said Priest.
A short figure wearing a black hooded robe stepped down from the altar and brought Priest the Book of Evil. Priest turned to the chapter Evil and began reading.
"As the night blinds the sight of the male and female and Death stalks the living and Hate stands on the grave of Love. Only then will evil reveal itself. I offer this vessle to the spirit Evil. Come forward Evil I summon you."
When Priest finished reading from the Book of Evil the red lights that illuminated the compound began to flicker off and on. From out of no where a gust of wind began to circle around Levi. Slowly the wind transformed into black smoke.
Over taken with fear Levi was unable to move. The black smoke entered through Levi's gaping mouth and took possession of him. Shaking violently Levi fell to the floor.
"Levi are you all right?" asked Priest.
Levi stood to his feet and looked Priest in his face with eyes as black as death. "The child is no longer in control" said Evil.
Evil walked up to Priest stuck his hand in Priest stomach and pulled out his intestines.
"LEVI YOU KILLED YOU'RE FATHER!" screamed Harriet as she ran over to the lifeless body of Priest. "I am Evil. Like I told the child's father Levi is no longer in control but for amusement everyone may still call me Levi" said Evil as he looked down at Harriet.
Evil pointed at the figures on the altar and told them to get rid of Priest's dead body.
"Yes Levi" said the robed figures.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
Oh! lustful pirate, I've watched you gaze over the sea,
Follow the horizon if you want to be with me.
Standing firm, looking glass to your face,
If you want my love youll have to pick up the pace.
You can bite, oh you can wrestle;
But youre just a boy riding along a cargo vessle.
Take a dive, and i'll make you a man,
I'll make it so you'll never step foot on land.
Jump in, dont be afraid,
What? havnt you ever gotten laid?.
Oh how exciting, its all happening so quick,
Now stop bobbing for air fool and let me bite off your ****
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
I am simply a rough caretaker of my
Temple, vessle, canvas, corpse..
Whatever it may be
There is so much more than you can see
Too much if we were able to we'd be overwhelmed
Our eyes would probably burn out of our skulls
Because among the deamons we manage to see
Angels
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
I give my heart to you
I know you are there
Waiting in the dark
Even as crazy as the world is
I feel your spirit inside me
Guiding and influencing me
No matter what people might say
Or what people might think
I know your spirit is real
I know you are in my heart
Shining out and healing me along the way
Giving me the light and the love
To show to a world that is in the dark
Being a beacon of light and hope
To the people of the world
And the people around me
I thank you for allowing me to be
Your vessle for love and light
Allowing me to offer love
Through me from you
Even through everything
I have been through
I know you are real
And guiding my steps
That's why I will continue
To give myself to you
Feeling your heart
And your love shaping in me
A little more day by day
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 3:47 AM UTC
I am so lost and there's not a road that leads back
I continued down a dark path constantly veering of the track.
I kept walking through the darkness leaving broken pieces of me behind
A trail of bread crums that no one will ever find
Stumbling through the shawdows
Making all the same mistakes
Tumbling round and round until my sanity finally breaks
I have reached a destination but my mind has taken its toll
I met so many demons they finally tainted my soul
Im at a cross roads i hault and stand still
I no longer have the energy no strengh Nor the will
I fall down to my knees and place my hands over my head
I relise im just a empty vessle because inside i am dead
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
Look at me
what do you see
Am I full or empty
I can't escape
This goldfish bowl
Getting nowhere
Swimming around
And around
In this hemisphere
This vessle
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
whiskey tainted lullabies
lay eggs in quiet ear drums
that explode a thousand symphonies
and light the world on fire
there is nothng quite like passion
when it sits on your lap
and kisses you straight on
jagged lips
music is the melted rainbow
awake in our sleeping minds
we are all a vessle of sound
echoing
and
pulsating
music is the only truth
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
My clothes are a social
kind of hide, a public naked
when i come home
stripped, sort of alone
i can get out of these fabric holes
but i can't ever get out of this
skin
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 12:31 AM UTC
The blade sings
Softly caressing the contour of a throat
Ears hear a sharp rotten ring
The screams of sacrificed goat
Long passionate kisses
Leaving a river of tears
Fantastic dark visions
To spill over the body
Crawling under the skin
Warm,wet a ******
Suffer the hell its found in
To wipe and find
The read strings of a guitar
Stretched around neck side to side
So close death can't be far
The drumming and pounding
Of fists to vessle
The percussion and throbbing in knees
All that's left is the base
But foundations lay waste
The song titled
*just **** me please*
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
State:
Delighted,
does that blow your candle out?
Ready, reader of the perfect press,
as long as the culture of the internet
persists, expanding with useless data
subconscious meta data we used to
make into these tools that force define
phrazes, like we used to…
what- oh, time, we used to do with
think through, used to make sense,
common inert intelligence all readers have.
Did you read the entire cereal box, each time?
You are imaginably a perfect round vessle,
to snuggly fit where the perfect square,
set at convenient lifting level in the hull,
Allows the amphora chance, heave, **
lug the jugs, raise the anchor
set sail, be on our way, for such a long day,
the mind and Psyche are one, a we and an I
is more than one partical of mind, we use
to fit time in a klein bottle. Ai, andjaknow
it is so now that never has a prayer of ever
happening, and that never doesn't make sense.
May 16, 2024
May 16, 2024 at 9:06 PM UTC
After. As on a vessle allowing living
in words as thoughts held,
in the common,
whence we gather,
to consider the day,
any one, the one you have, you chose
a nice one,
nothing out of the ordinary, just
another day of judging things worthy
of my attention,
mmhmm, vow-eless yes, I know you know.
we think each word
is brim full, to the limit of any sur-ficant tension…
I can't, floating on the surface, wave fi,
turdish, high fibregnosis,
floating post flush, rush ride it down…
Relax. Gnoshit, we guess, we test we weigh
the laugh,
ask what is so funny?
Time, the old man chuckles, time itself.
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 2:07 PM UTC