Scarlet Mouth

Quack-Mouthing & Decorating Words

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I woke up this morning with the line "Jerome Made His Way to the Crisis Centre" in my head, god knows why. Anyway this one's about reaching out for help.

Jerome Made His Way to the Crisis Centre

Jerome made his way to the crisis centre- Lumping his way through the Strangled streets. His leather boots chewed the mud as he Enfolded his bones Within the stone-pocket weight Of his dirt-pocked Calfskin Coat.

He didn't mean to cry, Not today- Not as the grass nudged through, Not as the buildings snuck away, Not as the light came in. Not as he arrived at the centre and Placed his hand on the door.

06/09/17

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As an exercise I rewrote one of my favourite songs. It's a 90s song and I recently started to listen to it again. There are 3 characters in the song and it's written from one person's point of view. My poem turned into another character's point of view.

Buddies

I was fucked in the night. You snorted and snuffled at my feet while I was fucked. He heckled and spat out "honey" as he Wrested my arse. He cooed "baby" when he chawed On me till sunrise. He oozed all Over me, from mouth to lips he cracked your goods. Sometimes I thought you weren't really sleeping but living out some Tactless indulgence, but no. You were blacked out. But we were All senseless, somewhat.

I didn't know he'd break your land with his black art, And use the sleight of his jagged hands to barb to your wrists And pussy. But you're just too nice. He didn't know what he was doing but I think I did, I could have been a ragdoll A gutterpup, a dead body. He just wanted To fuck.

24/08/17

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A while ago I listened to a great documentary called Body Count Rising about "titillating TV violence against women". I highly recommend it.

The documentary covered many aspects of TV violence against women and the one aspect that I wanted to write about was the most powerless victim, the TV cadaver.

Nipples to God

I'm the cadaver, a true professional - My eyes scarcely flutter when closed, Steadily stare if required. My breath- imperceptible, TV ready.

I lay impotent- Nipples to God- the porn that I am. My silent skills cry loudly on screen, As the camera runs its eye over my Prime husk.

I'm the cadaver, a star A come-hither marionette, Tugged to titillate the picture.

22/08/17

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So my very good friend Mistress Bond assigned me several titles to choose from to create a poem. The one that interested me the most was "My Neighbour;s 3 Legged Cat". Can you guess that Mistress Bond is a Cat Lover (fucking HUGE cat lover!)?

Despite the following poem I'd just like to state that I too am a cat lover, my mind just goes astray sometimes.  It's about a budding serial killer.

My Neighbour's 3 Legged Cat

I should never have fingered the Viscous knot- I should have refrained from the Mystery and filth of the Black bin bag.

A tacky bag secreted in the grub and Clutch of bricks and bracken Between our houses.

I recoil as my breath tears me apart- The claw of the stench garrottes my Throat, licks my tongue- Stinks my skin.

A tortoiseshell with Three legs and a twisted-jaw snarl Flopping agape with a pig-pink tongue. Its legs gnarled and knotted Like blood-blackened plaits Curled underneath its Half moon body.

Yesterday I saw him. Saw my neighbour with the 3 legged cat, Serenely focused on the process of Jerking the tail, Pinning the belly, Wringing the scruff, all With a fledgling shimmer in his eye.

07/02/2017

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This one is about being in a situation/position that you don't want or feel prepared for but you have to do any way. It also rhymes which is very unusual for me!

King

I am the King.

I am the King.

I am the King and I tremble. Body bent by break-neck crown, Fur fat red robes Tangled under my feet- Gulped by a voluminous gown.

Hung with rich-stink chains and the tawdriest of Sceptres to steady my procession, I suck it in and pray I fit This unsavoury succession.

I'm a majesty of jesters. A monarch of deceit. I am the King and I tremble, Clutched by this unsought seat.

2/01/17

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I think this one is self-explanatory. I started the year unfortunately with a flare. I started it at 3am this morning when I was trying to take my mind off things, but as you can see I couldn't stop thinking about pain etc, but it did distract me for a while.

Sentence

My body is the verb violence. A thesaurus of suffering- Just commas inserted between metaphors of pain. Punctuated by unending exclamation marks- No full-stops written.

My body is a sentence.

2/1/17

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This dabble comes from an exercise "Write a poem that contains all three of the elements: a betrayal, soap, and a plane ticket"

Getaway

Plane ticket stuck with sweat to his skin, Concealing his escape. The bathroom door shuts out his face, Masking him and his reflection From all. The soap doesn't remedy Treachery, No matter how hard he scrubs. He will get away with it again.

17/12/16

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This one is about being thought of as liar/hypochondriac as far a my pain/fibro etc is concerned.

Unreliable Burlesque

My economy is truth- I shuffle, I slip, I fiddle.

Quack-mouthing and decorating words- I vaunt this ballyhoo embroidery of my discomfort.

Pay no mind to my sleights, my caricatures of truth- Just pity me and enjoy the burlesque.

17/12/16

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This one is about the urge to cut to release, what seems like, unbearable tension. I could go on about this issue as I've been dealing with these feelings/issue since I was 13 but I think this poem speaks for itself.

BTW don't do it, go here, here, and/or here if you need help with self harm.

Joy (My Love, My Romance, My Rogue)

I want to cut. Maybe a slight slither across my wrist? Or an angry little kiss underneath my pit?

I want the rapture that the blood tugs out- The mollycoddle of that teeny-tiny red dash.

I want to let a little life out- to remain awake. Just a miniature scream on the skin would be Such a thrust of joy.

17/12/16

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This one's about fuck knows what. I just like the way it sounds in my head,

Skin Suspect

My laughter leaks- I don't suffer quietly.

My finger follows a line, Tracing your paper-cut like cracks. Your soft subtle lines gently Split open under my fingertip Pressure.

I'm a suspect of your skin.

17/12/16

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This dabble is about being in debt and not having enough. It's about how money, especially the lack of, is all consuming and takes up so much space.

Monolith

There is a lack in here taking up room- An excess of worthlessness impeding me. This monolith, invisible, insurmountable, Does not exist. An abundant evidence of nullity- This absent hindrance stands in my way.

24/04/16

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I wrote this one while I was watching the film Southpaw.  

Pearls

I yearn to fight the champion, slug him under with one Invincible blow- Straight to his gut, tear his liver, split him open like a Cooked clam.

Just one round to show my virtue, to fill my fist with his eye, I'll pluck it, such a ripe grape!- Thump his teeth out and adorn myself as though they Are pearls.

23/04/16

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I couldn’t sleep- I never can. This time it was noise that was driving me crazy and keeping me awake.

Sleep

Tremendous air bellows inside this crippled barn. The wooden shell convulses as the air persists to Beat the beams, swirl the hay, disturb the roof. I can’t rest in here tonight, this paper shed is sure to fall.

22/04/16

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Stay is about a new pain which turns from acute to chronic.

Stay

The days and night of you skulking around, Scouting for an opening- For a chance to breach my home Are over.

No longer perching your slovenly hulk On my doorstep, You're in. A Squatter- so close to my skin. Your sticky filth now my tattoo- Your myriad of inks Hurtle within my veins.

Unwanted lodger- Deep rooted under my roof. I entreat you to haul yourself out, Still your halted bulk declines. Subsumed into the crux of me- Blood, bones, nerves, And teeth, My centre and my marrow, Here you now abide.

21/04/16

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I was watching Neighbours and a character was caught in an explosion. He survived but lost his memory. It got me thinking about how quickly and randomly our health can change and how easily we can be smudged out.

Paint

One pearl drop of paint on a canvas Energetically smudged by the Painter's furious thumb. My edges dim into other Colours- I'm imperceptible, Almost Gone.

20/04/16

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These lines reflect my violent mood.

Slake

If I kill you I may slake my want- If only for a scant moment, Rapacity always overwhelms And I prey.

The taste of your fat on my tip lingers, Forcing me to more- I am all mouth, All razor teeth and swallow.

19/04/16

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I was in a violent frame of mind.

A Warning

This is a prelibation of your destruction, A friendly tap and a crick of my neck Sparks a warning- A truth returning to destroy. These delusive times fire Mendacity- Illogical, hot and cold.

19/04/16