Tombstones in my Mattress

I’ve got Tombstones in my Mattress 

Waiting for the next certain death

To join this grave site of men and women I have not yet met

I deem it over before it begins

And I mourn these relationships

Over

And over again

I got Tombstones in my Mattress

And I practice pretending they aren’t there

Potholes and traps for all who enter these tomb filled snares

I got ash cans and grey post

That line the belly of this seam

I got construction going on

In the trinkets of my dreams

In the pit of my Mattress

I call it the dead zone

Their building a fortress

And fences

Calling it their home

And they aint even paying rent

I evicted two tenants

And  could care less where they went

I’ve got Tombstones in my Mattress

And I’m prepared to burn this dwelling place

I can’t sleep at night

Without these men staring me in my face

These tombstones have been constructed for over twenty long years

And their comfortable in my bed

Playing spade and swallowing down imported beers

I’m not sad

Depressed

Or angry

I just want these men gone

They’ve been sleeping in my bed with me for twenty years too long

I got diamonds hidden in these dirt filled tombs

Being smothered by dandelions and oversized poisoned mushrooms

My bed has become crowded

And the only person I’m angry at is me

Because I have allowed these men to literally enslave me

I’ve got souls that I desperately need to set free

I keep these memories alive and I hate the reflection I see

I got construction workers knocking walls down building rooms to be filled

While I’m shoveling dirt working hard to empty this dirt filled mill

Gatekeepers come from nowhere, hired in this dark ground of doom

I’ve invited men in to fill these empty tombs

I cannot stand being cramped up in my own bed

I demised a portal

For people who have long time been dead

They have decomposed

Honestly some of them I don’t even know

It’s God awful that their locked in this trench

I’m not sure how much longer I can tolerate this awful stench

Every tombstone has a different face

And a different name

But they’re not much different at all

Really their all the same

I got all these people living in my bed

And it’s deep

It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten a good night’s sleep

I am on the brink of something really big

Tonight, these men are getting the hell up out of my bed

I want to be rid of this affliction

So tonight, I’m sure I’ll be handing out some evictions

THANK YOU FOR THE INSPIRATION http://shackledandcrowned.wordpress.com/2013/04/12/friendship/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNoiZAFNYn4

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/a-thousand-miles-of-highway

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We were like a thousand miles of highway

With never ending transitions

A tunnel

A pathway

To everywhere

I know we’ve been in la-la land

Somewhere far away on our journey to love

Random tokens of affection straddle my shoulder

And trickle down my spine

And I know he sees my silhouette dancing slowly for the moon

And yesterday he made love to me from across the room

And it was beautiful

Like all the times before

And it was nothing fancy but so much more

We were like a thousand miles of highway

Riding somewhere pass the end of the earth

Falling

We were…

We were…

Falling in love

We played footsies from across the room

And he smelled me

Because I was his perfume

And no amount of turmoil could penetrate our portal

We were only mere mortals

But we were in love

When he touched me I felt his protection

This was not about sex

But so much more

We were exempt from…

Economics

Social acceptability

Or prejudice

He was my white

And I was his black

And there were no “Grey Areas”

We were in a magic place

We were…

On a thousand miles of highway

THE FLOWER IS MY CENTER AND THE PERSON ON THE ROC

WELL, THATS ME (:

SOME TIMES PROTECTING ME GETS A LITTLE CHALLENGING

WITH SO MANY PEOPLE PUSHING TO GET THEIR NEEDS MET

EVEN AT YOUR EXPENSE.

I ENCOURAGE YOU TO PROTECT YOUR CENTER (HEART) THERE

WILL BE TIMES YOU FALL SHORT BUT LEARN FROM THOSE VERY

TIMES.

SMILE AND KEEP IT MOVING AND REMEMBER…

NEVER GIVE UP ON LOVE EVEN WHEN IT HAS DEALT YOU A BAD HAND!

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE EVEN IF YOU BELIEVE IT.

The seclusion

The confusion

Tryna’ lose them

THE THOUGHTS

Pray for me

Stay with me

Just lay with me

Stay away from me

INSANITY!

The pain I can’t keep you from

No matter how hard I try

My spirit won’t let me run

From

THE PAIN!

The contusions

Cant move them

Didn’t choose them

Can’t sooth them

That’s why

Time is an Illusion

The minutes

Hours

Days

They won’t let me forget

That it’s the thoughts

In your head

I try and resist

Yes

YOUR THOUGHTS

I’m not psychic

But sometimes I feel you and it’s heavy

And can’t no levee tame your tidal wave of emotion

AND I AINT TALKIN’ BOUT LOVE…

If I knew what you knew

I’d tell time it was a lie

But the truth can’t be ignored

No matter how hard I try

EVIDENCE!

I can’t put expectations on TIME

Because it will always let me down

So I pray away the thoughts

And play meditational sounds

Just to bring time back to its original state

Can’t run from pain

Can’t hide from fate

Cause time will never wait

That’s why

TIME IS AN ILLUSION

 

Behind every strong man

There is a woman

One of the many roles of a woman is to strengthen her mate

Never cripple him

If your relationship is anything like the image above

Get out!

Immediately!

Love is supposed to make you vulnerable

Never weak!

 

         Play me a tear as salty as the sea

Look into my spirit

And give back all that belongs to me

What used to be

Thrust me a kiss

Puckered insidious upon my lips

Pay me restitution

Giving back all of this

Democracy

Blue seas

And red knees

Hypocrisy

Paint my canvas

Madness!

I wonder if you knew

That you have one of the most exciting mannerisms I’ve encountered in this physical Dimension

I’ve said it many times before

And I’ll say it 1000 more

I wonder if you knew

Everything means something

When you’re thrusting through my mind

But what you mean to me

Can’t be defined by nothing

Even with everything meaning something

Anything is never better than nothing

And so I ‘m trusting you

http://morbidinsanity02.wordpress.com/2012/12/03/nonsense

http://hastywords.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/help-me-celebrate/

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/punish-me-like-you-hate-me-by

Punish me like you hate me

Come back to me

Please wait for me

Stay away from me

Insanity

I feel your imperfections

Holding me like a vice

Torturing with beauty

I can’t stand them

Can’t live without them

Should I doubt them

 

Your lies

 

‘Cause last night you touched me just right

 And squeezed in places that were way to tight

Punish me like you hate me

Don’t be too “Hasty”

 I make “Mental Notes” when I drip

Mental strokes with my hips

I do the most with my lips

Come face me

You never waste me

I love when you get mad at me

Put ‘dim’ hands on me

I am intrigued by your “Morbid Insanity”

Let the lights on

Take my clothes off

Come to me in flames

Touch me with no shame

I am the one who’s wronged you

Punish me with your blame

 

Punish me like you hate me

Come back to me

Please wait for me

Stay away from me

 

Insanity

 

Blind me with illusions

Tell me another lie

Abuse me one more time

 Fool me one more day

 Anything so I can feel alive

Make the rope tighter

Keep me in bondage with fear

Make me kiss you harder

Lick away my tears

Heat from your eyes

Set everything inside on fire

Tempt every living desire

Soft caresses burning my skin

Then painful smacks

Keep me on track

Submissive

Punish me like you hate me

But love me like I am rare

The only oxygen you can bear

We love each other

This punishment is rare

Punish me like you hate me

 

Come back to me

Please wait for me

Stay away from me

 

Insanity

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