#savage words
im so srs humans were made for art and friend and food and beddy bye. i mean this
and help each other. humans were made for help each other
What if there existed no other language on earth except something deeply symbolic: a handshake, a hug, a kiss. The sheer capacity of the human body to express by itself, be it through the eyes or by the hands is simply amazing. A touch could be more healing than any other medicine discovered till date. And don’t ask me what wonders those lips could do if they were to just widen a bit with a hearty smile, enough to bring all the heavenly bliss. Get your body involved, tongue is not the crown of expression, it’s merely a medium resorted in the last phase. Otherwise, your entire being is more than enough to express beautifully by itself - this body, in which you reside, is the perfect symbolic epitome of what your soul is truly made of…
Random Xpressions
Leave reproductive decisions up to individuals.
Weed should be free in fact you should get paid for smoking it
my name is elephant
I don’t fit the rhyme scheme
I drink the soup
It’s not like you’re going to stop memy name is ‘Phant
i do not fit
the poem scheme
i will omit
but i don’t care
and nor should you
unstoppably,
i drink the soup
I’m ollyfant
with legs like trees
and any time
I dam well plees
Thro window smalle
as jeweler’s loupe
I reach insyde
I drink the soupe
Imagine being so ashamed of your history you outlaw it from being taught
Their a Bunch of Cowards.
I climb into the covers and try to hide the shame that I feel.
Trying to keep you from seeing how much I want to be destroyed;
let me be missing in action. Bottom of the ocean kind; washed
away, sins taken off of the skin I could never love. Full of hatred and
then… Release. Completely undone, my sobs sound like screams
being choked out; I can’t get ahold of the air. Underwater I struggle to
push myself out of the depths, out of the sadness [brokenness]
that I can’t help but embrace. [What would I be without this pain?]
You try to comfort me and I spit venom in your eyes just
to get you to turn your face away from mine, embarrassed by
the reflection of myself in your eyes. Yet you come back,
you take the shirt off your back to wipe away the poison
and wrap your arms around my body until I can no longer
fight you. Tears roll down my face as I gasp for air;
shivers run down my spine as you kiss away all of the pain
until I’m numb. I can’t feel anything except the high that you
bring to the forefront of my mind. You whisper, “rest” but
I can’t. I dig my claws into your back and bring your flesh to
mine; ecstasy taking away the sadness and replacing it
with lustful love. Addicted to the way you make me feel I
beg for it until you’re exhausted. I take until you break and
then the shame washes over me again. A sick cycle I can
never seem to break.
ReBecca DeFazio
More Than a Flower
We find each other again;
we melt into words that lead
to actions that cause feelings
to explode into the space that
we thought would be empty
forever. We crawl through the
briers that grew from trauma,
stress, and silence; misunderstandings
leading to mistrust and heartbreak…
Knees bleeding, we remember
who we are. In the light and in
the shadows; finding each
other’s lips, fingertips, and
hearts still alive; still grasping
for one another’s flesh…
For one another’s affection,
validation, love. We admit
that we will never find
another connection like ours
and we give into the raw.
We give into the now. Where
pride and fear of rejection no
longer exist… Where we’re
more than flaws and perfections.
We see the damage done and
kiss it away; begging for forgiveness
from one another until the days
become lighter and the love
becomes fuller. We remember
what it is to love; teenagers again
looking into each other’s eyes
accepting that we’re so flawed…
But so loved.
ReBecca DeFazio
More Than A Flower