Category: Poetry

Water (poem)

This should feel

Soothing to fevered flesh

This is gift

That requires no thank you’s

Instead

It does what it was not meant to

Spurs and ignites

The tenderness deceives

Taunt flesh

Should ease

Tightens in places

Oh god the places

It surrounds

In false security

Like a child held in warmth

Break away once and the chill

Reveals pebbled flesh

Dusted peaks scream

Need

Relief is not close

Still

The offer of tenderness

With the lap of soft foam

Should I continue

To enjoy the offer

Or leave making this

A torment that cannot

Be replicated

Never Wanted

How long will it take to get you out of my system

Out of my mind

Away from my soul

I never wanted this much

This deeply

I couldn’t fathom

That I could be like them

Wanting

Willing

Hoping I’m next

I’m never next

At best

I am a thought

At worst

A passing blip

There will be

No lips touching

Only in dream

That is good

Adequate

A Tear

A tear eluded its captivity

Without a moments hesitation

Enough brutality was served

Still, it held its ground

Until opportunity presented itself

Verbal beating

Lands and rips

Tight skin pops

Muscle bunch bracing for impact

Provocation was not given

Permission was not given

Penance was not given

Absolution was not given

The only form of healing

Was escape

Curled up internally

Is the innocent

I’m Not Here for You

I’m not here for you

there was a time

there was a moment

every breath I took

had your name imprinted on it

the time has passed

truths were found out

under my skin you still live

in the creases of my brain you reside

I’m not here for you

I’m here for what we were

what we should have been

instead of what is now

I will not break their hearts

mines is already shattered

I will play the fool one more time

I’m not here for you

I’m just here.

Nonsensical Thoughts

What a pretty thing to see words sing

as the lights twirl and flash

what a wicked thing to read words that bring

rage to be ripped and slashed

The pounding of the drum within my head

beats endlessly in the silence of the night

As the words have no rhyme or rhythm

causing one to scream and fight

internally all these things are happening

no one is ever the wiser

when things slip out in ancient tongues

what was a trickle becoming a geyser

no I’m not losing it as it may seem

all these nonsensical words come out as I dream

Walk the line

You walked the line between heaven and hell

Do you allow the beast takeover

To dominate every area and every inch of this space

To take without being asked

To break you

 To bend you

To reveal a part of you

You never knew existed

Or

Will I hand over the reins

Allow another to give me pleasure

To feel free

No thoughts

No decisions

Just feeling the moment

The Beast is waiting. Decide.

Run

I want you to run from me
Run as far as you can
Once I decide to set my sights
My vision will only see you
I will not be able to restrain myself
I will stay in the shadow and watch
You will feel me there
You will never see me there
Take the out
Run
I feel it just at the surface
Itching to be released
To consume you
Swallowing your fear like an aphrodisiac
Your eyes widening
Revealing everything
You secretly know… don’t you
That you are the rabbit
Not the pure, pristine rabbit
The one you should have been a cat
The number of lives you used
Trying to get away
The forest has no panic button
I am the wolf
Salivating from the sound of a rapid heart
Fighting the urge to chase
Do not taunt me
You know what and who I am
I watch you swallow
A nervous penchant
Shows the effect of what is occurring
You walk towards
Run
Run away
This is the last of the warnings
You come closer
The more I lose myself in this
The more you will have to endure

How are you all? I am writing out of sequence. This is the second part. The first is called Think and the third is called Behind the Door. The secret will be announced soon.

Statement

The rain hits my skin like acid

Peeling away the environmental slug that’s coated with ignorance

What I need is waiting

Perfectly still

Exquisitely hard

Waiting for what I alone can give

Others have tried

Others have died in their futile attempt

My little biter

Is not to be tame for others

Still obeys my direction

Wearing black is not a statement

It’s a requirement

Nothing pure and innocent is going to transpire tonight

Gone is the time he had to run

Come to me

Tonight is fleeting

My desire is not

(Hello fire starter’s, it has been a moment since I posted a poem like this. It is a two-part poem. Second part is obviously hotter. Let me know your there 😉

Shadows

Good and bad things happen in the shadows

I have learned that light not only reveals but bends

Is it wise to be so open and spill truths

To be taken and uses for others gains

I am the good that is hidden with pointed teeth

Docile and meek

are for those who fear shadows

(When I am ready to reveal what is happening. You will be the first to know)