#double poem

[alpinecowboyy]

Ombre

I fluctuate; burning agonising anger—

Sticky, sweet like honey, oozing down your thighs.

Don’t talk to me, I’m empty

Don’t talk to HIM, you’re mine.

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Pretty little thing,

Sweet darling of mine-

Holding you close when I’m hot

Ice you out when I’m “not”

My double edged emotions

Tinged by YOU constantly.

27/05/2025-R

[jaspurrrrrrrr]

Dog begging for scraps

I expose myself like a naive dog; desperate for domestication and attention and even abuse.

My belly, with my soft insides, is always open for you to attack.

You could pull out my stitches easily.

Spill my stuffing and guts.

I’ll follow you on a lease and crawl on my hands and knees.

Palms and paws with gashes filling with dirt and rocks and salt.

Knees and legs being achingly dragged along.

I am tired yet I keep following and do not run.

I am a stuffed dog begging to be ripped apart and sewed back together with your hands.

I let myself be pulled and strung out.

My threads are falling apart and you do not fix them.

They are too tight and too loose as they catch.

I run after you, my threads catching on the rocks and tree and claws.

I’m trapped and desperate and break them to reach you.

You do not care.

You let them unravel and I let you.

A stuffed toy that begs for an owner and cannot help letting themselves be torn apart.

I do care as my stuffing and blood fall out but it’s better than feeling nothing.

Begging for scraps is better than not eating at all.

I wish you would torture me again.

Is that too much to ask?

(Another poem that is like a sequel to the one above.)

It is too much to ask?

He said he didn’t want to hurt you. Stop begging for him back.

- I feel so much right now. Can’t I just want that comfort again?

You know how this will end. You would both only hurt and hurt and hurt more. It would be worse.

- What if it’s different?!

You know it’s not.

- Can’t I just imagine and hope and dream and make my suffering worse without you chastising me?

No. You can’t. You care about him so you will not but you do post jabbing poems hoping he will see. You do listen for his footsteps hoping one day he will change his mind.

- I’m trying to civil and distance myself. I’m trying to be his friend again but I can’t help feeling this pain and wanting him to know just a moment of it.

You ignore the pain he feels.

- He didn’t tell me. How am I supposed to know?

By thinking and caring about him like a friend.

- I cannot help hoping he’s in pain too but I can’t see it and he doesn’t tell me but I want to wish more because I’m hurting so bad and I want it to go away.

I know.

- It is too much to ask?

Yes.

[kingtwelvesixteen]

There once was a man from Nantucket A wise and fortitious man But then he kicked the bucket They said he once ruled Iran Then he awoke with a fright Turns out that's not right In the middle of the night He skulked and he stole Turns out the night terror Used his might like a troll Like a monster of error Lying and thieving all he can But don't worry, they're gone now Or was that the wrong vow? Dissappeared with a bow, I suppose we'll have to allow, Perhaps this monster is a ruler and a thief, both... THIS IS SO HARD GUYS. Like DAAANG. This isn't even that good of one either! It means way to much the same thing all three ways, with slight differences!

[coconutxdracula]

A poem by Notlad

I often think about the past I often think about the present I often think about the future What could have been What am I doing What is yet to come A new start A revised me A better outlook Not going back Not changing myself Not quite there yet Time fades away Time never stops Time doesn't wait Having all this Having thoughts Having memories Out of my mind Out into the darkness Out here I am Powerless I am Powerless I'll rise Powerless I am not Ending this Ending all the bad Ending what I don't want

[mendthebroken]

Lost at Sea

Been in a haze, for a couple days. 

Maybe more than that, time becomes lost in the mental combat. 

I think I'm losing but I can't tell if it's of my choosing. 

It's like I can feel myself losing grip, I'm going under like a sinking ship. 

Did the drugs come to my aid or did they make me a darker blue shade. 

My mind's so fogged I can't tell left from right, I can't be found by anyone's light. 

So I guess I'll crawl back into bed and return to the prison that is my head.

[poetryblogamillion]

Tonight

My greatest weakness is late night conversations Words carelessly sewn together, Forming great quilts of silly wonderment and serious pauses Talking over fake strawberry smoothies some college kid carelessly blended while staring at the clock Chunks of ice surreptitiously left at the bottom Waiting for us to notice them and munch to stay awake These nights leave me breathless Feeling lucky to be alive and be tired What else is living for if not for the moment? Living in the small things

[vastlyfaded-blog]

☯☯☯

There is something stuck in me, stuck in mirrors. I see it, in your eyes. Versions of me, staring through me.

I shiver, all of this feels so surreal.

[skiponthrough]

I'm still getting butterflies (Someone pass the butter knife) Smiling damn near all the time (It feels awkward on my lips) I just start to dance (I hate the swing of my hips) I want you to know my every story (I wrote messy so you can ignore me) Map your feelings on my skin (I wore too many layers for you to win)