A word can bend a universe
And him was just a random thought
A memory that imprinted on my skin
I hear them whisper
Who is she and where’s she been?
And they don’t know
That I am her…
When after a week
He is grunting
Startled at the suck
Of my body
At the impossible of his luck
He won’t know
How easily we arrived here
Playing beats in the half light
Won’t know that I have washed these sheets today
And I will again tonight
Won’t know that I ruin love
With the melody of men
Slipping into the soft hunger of my dreams
Won’t know that I can make storms
And quiet them
With just a breath
I have no sense of time
For when you came to me in a blackened Knight
A token that was broken
Blind from dangers
And past life
Twisted sighs
Sunken earth and darkened sky
Pieces float to you
And earth has no filter
Tainted
And years go wither when I came through you
And no headstone can replace a memory
Listened silence
And I wave
And I wave
And I wave to you
When at first I came to you
And a flower is like a hair
Touches nothing from a shadows unseen glare
Life has no form and waters rage deep
Blended pleasures between this storm under oceans feet
Fed daggers
Hidden
Buried
Sweet
Confused when you take this form
Rushing life from you only births stillborn
Masturbation lay at my feet
And love sways full moons
My soul looks for you
Push my wall
Heavy
Burning
Deep
Cannonballs
My eyes look at you and through you
Stars pierce my souls
Falsified milk
Waiting for your semen to make me whole
And so my eyes look at you
Waiting
For
It
Because spit can’t transmit
This
And so
My eyes search for you
My soul searches
For a son
For Fertility
Intimacy crept through our rain
It cradled every
Hurt
Hang-up
Blew life through this pain
Pieces lingered
Tried hard to remain
We withdrew from every
Dead kiss
Tried hard to sustain
We day-dreamed into bliss
Tried hard to hold on to the pain
Til only intimacy exists
It melted into us
Like candle wax
And saturated the deepest wounds
Mending even
The most broken crack
We were
Shielded
By Intimacy
FYI: https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/23/tears-poem/
I call her sad and troubled, she is beautiful and her face has inspired many pieces.
So here she is again (:
Tears weighing heavy
Was the crooked tilt of judgments scales
I could feel the rust that sired me in between my harnessed vial
I wanted love but hate was the only boat that sailed
Rotted flint
Air came
Then went
Teasing sensations
That leaned
Then bent
Cement
That became
Part of me
Sunk Deep were fragments of
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
Sunk Deep were fragments of
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
Rotted flint
Air came
Then went
Troubles stir up, weeds strangle my opened brain
Roaming my veins and senses
I wear the memories
Mind collapsed
Kill the fucker
Cocaine!
INSANE!
Fingers
Mind bent
Lingers
Time spent
Triggers
Sinners
Went
Maze
For days
Grudge
Anything
Sluggish nudge
To be hugged
And loved
By drugs and street thugs
Alley tugs
Her spirit
Can you hear it
Screaming
Come to me
Come to me
Come to me!
Come to me
NOOOOOO!!!!!!!
GET THE F*** OUT MY BRAIN!!!!!
Cocaine
A collection of weapons used
A pretense
Unconscious defense
Against
A wounded heart
WORDS!
I had an oversupply of fuck yous
That nobody knew
Came
From
Me
I can hear it in the distance
Bleeding the sound
That can be heard miles
And miles
And miles beneath burdened ground
I can feel it
Even under a whisper
Sensations plague my senses
Without my permission
Like military transistors
And lust craves my very essence
Sad and lonely suffers my bones
Left me
Dropped
Lava
Melted
Deep
Ratchet
Between dark alleys
And ancient cobblestones
Tears heavy like bricks
Pots so deep it was hard to mix
The word fix with exist
And my inner twitch was hard to resist
Because
I
Still
Love him
His lips
Drip
Melted candle sticks
Was a bad trip
Standing beyond this cliff
Waiting for pigs to fly
And I had an oversupply of fuck yous
That nobody knew
Came
Directly
From
Me
He Loves me to Life
Through a Cross Road of Love
Leaves Vacancies
A diagnosed Disorder
Makes me Doubled Minded
And I began Sculpting Tears
That proclaims me Beautiful
That was Restitution
To The Man on the Bus
He saw my Haunted House
And read my Braille
Sunday November 3rd at 1am I will not forget
He Was
Like and Icicle
Melted into me
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/27/he-loves-me-to-life-poetry-waudio/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/crossroad-of-lovepoetry/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/24/2435/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/disorder-random-thoughts/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/double-minded-poem/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/12/sculpting-tears-poem/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/06/beautiful-random-thought/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/02/restitution-po/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/10/31/to-the-man-on-the-bus-pages-matam/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/10/30/haunted-house-epigram/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/10/30/braile-poetry/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/10/29/sunday-november-3-at-1am-dont-forget/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/10/29/he-was-random-thought/
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