#poetry is not dead
“Bones”
From my second prompts series, prompt provided by @/abrochine on Instagram
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another semi-sad illustration piece
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from a prompt by @/evanviolets on instagram (a lovely poet and friend)
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What makes you think I want your body
On mine just because I show any of it?
Whichever parts seem to speak to yours
They aren’t seeking you out
Not asking for whatever you’ve got
Respectful compliments are fine
So long as they don’t cross the line–oh
You know, detailing all the ways
You’re oh so certain to make me writhe
Don’t slide into my dm’s just to talk about
Sliding in between my presumed milky
Thighs, nor mount a sales pitch to buy
Anything from or for me
You can claim to be a nice guy
For inquiring permission to self-gratify
Don’t flatter yourself, stop stroking
Your ego by believing I’d be flattered
So out of touch, is it too much
To not be sexualized for simply
Somewhat revealing below the face
Stop fixating on what’s situated
Below the waist and instead ask yourself
Why you behave this way
Forget me good
Moving on never looked
So easy, stuck that landing
Without skipping any beats
Simply beating a swift retreat
Now don’t get me wrong again
I want you to be happy…just couldn’t
It hurt a little first cause God knows
I do? Don’t know where to keep
It all and this lingering foolish love
North wind whistles through
Gloomy gaps seething cracks
Of my heart sounding like lost sleep
Dreams trampled dull as dust
Shouldn’t have let down my guard
For so long. Who was I to think
I deserved the promise in your eyes
Professed with a pleasing tongue?
How could I expect to ever be enough
Yet not see all the ways I am too much?
All I wanted was an always
No matter what I think you know
You’ll always have my love
I never until now wished it wasn’t so
Perhaps that’s the first step to
Letting go
Prompted by @abiblicalsasquatch:adivorce
Madness (Party of One)
I sat with myself
Then got up and left
In the middle of a row
Wouldn’t you know it? Me, myself, and I
Don’t see eye to eye…to eye…anymore
Not in eons of time since
The voices inside started picking
Fights claiming to know best
Be my guest, petty pretty ones
Go undercover. No more lackluster
Lovers leaving afterthought calling
Cards by disconnected phones
Cords cut on the bias
Another flight risk; wrists bound
Can’t wriggle out, no wiggle room
If only I could see me now
Got myself in deep somehow
Inspired by a prompt provided by @definegodliness
Settle down and set your mind
On those who don’t mind the asinine
Antics, play to the ones who want
Whatever rubbish you fling around
Like Oscar the Grouch on speed
Don’t need my reaction or to pick
My brain about anything relating
To you…or anything else for that matter.
Perplexing how she doesn’t make
The connection, too blinded by her own
Obsession to see the disturbing
Absurdity; surprised the hotheaded
Jealousy queen isn’t demanding
No alluding to me in her company
Let alone not to beg for scraps
Of my attention so blatantly.
No it is taken out on me.
Mr. Look-Ma-No-Hands-Geometry
Once again getting off scot-
Free to try wrangling up a triangle
Obtuse scalene obscene.
– All you’ll get from me is this poem you will never read
Vocal Point
Body talk
I listen raptly, rapacious for
Every shift, every rustle
Blood rushing to
All the peak places
The sighs, the moans
Deciphering meanings
Translating tongues
Slipping and sliding
Teach me the intricacies of
Your language; make me fluent
Whispering softly at first
Then volume rising
With intensity of feeling
Heed the hedonistic glee
Following each other’s lead
We will both get there
Gasping for air then preparing
To again hit those high notes
In harmony
Redress
Dug out that dress–you know the one
I wore when we met, all eyeleted sunflowers
Swore I looked approachably sweet
Yet had your heart racing uncontrollably
Je ne sais quoi to buck the quotidian
An enchanting chance encounter
If only you unearthed the woman beneath
Took a dip beyond the shallow end
Peered past the Sunday-in-bed appeal
So I slip it on for me now, a better fit
More oomph than you’d know what to do with
Mean or broken, really it’s the same thing
Intention don’t matter, in the end, you still hurt me
Not absolved from your actions just ‘cause you want the consequences to go away
This is not Broadway
I will not bow for your performance
To you, keeping up this façade is of uttermost importance
But this isn’t even worth the price of a matinee
So I’ve gotta say bye to you, babe
Do I just spill my fucking guts?
I’m only good at either complete subtlety
Or wearing my heart like a tattoo sleeve
Maybe I’ll go be naked on stage
Then go into witness protection
And never be heard from again
Ironic that the cost of living is basically my life
Sacrifice, sacrifice
Pay the price, pay the price
I just want to come up for air
And fucking breathe!
But, no!
I don’t have time for that…
Growing up is lonely
Wish I could shed this scarred skin
Instead, I must be constantly reminded of the past
Constantly having to plan for the future
Never living in the moment
The weight of the world constantly pulling me
In both directions
Tug of war is not only for children
Unfortunately…
Expecting me to wave a white flag.
Instead, I dye it red with your blood!
It belongs to you anyways
Of course, you continue to wave it with pride
You’ll find someone else wearing rose-colored glasses
I wish I could protect them,
But sacrificing myself to keep tabs on you isn’t worth the cost.
Hate me.
Do you, do you
Hate me?
Or is that just the thoughts speaking nonsense again?
They’re pretty loud.
Kinda difficult to think of anything else
When they give a bloodcurdling scream!
Ignore them?
Tell me,
If someone was wringing at your neck
Consuming your lungs
Driving out all the air from your body
Draining out all of the life from your soul…
Could you truly ignore that?
You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Someone must’ve put the wool in your ears
Placed rose-colored glasses on your face
So you could claim innocence!
When your wool became stained with blood…
What a fashion statement!
They don’t hate you.
They don’t hate you.
They don’t hate you.
Probably.
I think.
Perhaps.
Maybe.
Probably have stuck around all these years
Out of obligation.
As if they signed a legally binding contract
When they entered the friendship
Breaking it is punishable by death!
I love the way they exist.
They have chaos in their mind but
they’re vibrant in their soul.
They are as powerful as a forest fire!
They think that they destroy everything in their path
But really, they are creating a new path
Creating a new path…
They are the strongest person I know.
Love me more!
Or just…love me at all
Begging is nothing new for me
But this time, it feels different
Begging for a new, unfamiliar love
It’s okay if it’s unrequited
But damn, wouldn’t I love it if she loved me back…
Relationships are lessons learned.
Stories learned
Tired of gathering novels,
Contributing to a constantly ongoing saga
Where’s my happily ever after?
Can it come faster?
Or can someone send me a little note saying “None are meant to stay”?
Is my life meant to be a sitcom?
A long running joke?
I get it, it’s funny
I’d laugh too.
She grounded my chaos
Saw the storm and said
“I am not afraid!”
Told her that it might suck her in
She said “I won’t let it.”
Was worried she’d try to tame it
Instead, she grabbed my hand
She held it as we watched the storm go by
“You are not alone in this.”
We were like gold
Until you were told
I needed basic respect
Then, you sold us down the river
Said our love was worth its weight in gold
So, you cashed it in for profit
But, there were no takers
And you’re still the victim, it seems!
Anxious.
Anxiety.
Quiet thee, brain!
Commotion!
Devotion to the chaos
Endless thoughts
Can’t seem to
Hold onto one
Yet they make me
Nervous!
Do I deserve this?
Disservice!
It is that I exist this way
Instead of being a productive machine!
Demeaning words
Brain says more
Demeaning words
How do I sort through this shit
When my brain is constantly
Throwing
A
Fit.
Jumping
Can’t just sit
Agitated, I’m
Ill-fated
Destined for the world to collapse
Around me.
…yippee.
Told me I was miserable when I was getting better
Because I wouldn’t let the gaslighting comments just
Roll.
Off.
My.
Back.
You didn’t understand why they were no longer keeping me warm
When they never kept me warm. At all.
I’d rather be comforted by hell’s embrace!
At least hell is honest with its intentions.
Brain fog
Foggy fogginess
want to do things but thoughts are
mush.
Completing sentences is hard
Because the words are out
Of
Reach
Floating in the fog
mush.
Trying too hard to write something perfect
None of my words belong on the page
Maybe that means I should write something
But even as I am writing this, I know I could do better
I should do better
I…can’t do better, can I?
Incoherency is the cost
Of me trying to write when I am not in the zen state of mind
Does my writing mean anything if
it’s jumbled? Does it mean anything if I don’t entirely understand what I was trying to say?
I… maybe I should…
Stop.
But my thoughts keep racing
Do they matter?
I think they do.
I know they do.
