Tucker08087
Tucker08087's JournalDrowning in Grief
? Maybe as a title?
Very personal and I think it’s pretty. I live on the coast, so I find I often use salt water imagery.
Lying in our bed alone
Your touch-
Your touch too far to reach
Memories of we
Wash over me
Like waves rolling on the beach
First they’re lapping at my edges
Then I’m crashing to the ground
The swirling tides of yesterday
Left me-
Left me almost drowned
And I was falling
Twisting and tumbling in the surf
Couldn’t find the place between heaven
Between heaven
And the earth
The darkness of pain was suffocating
Looking up and searching for the light
Almost didn’t care
If I ran out of air
I’d lost
I’d lost the will to fight
The tears, they left me breathless
Like the rolling crashing of the waves
Clinging to some picture perfect fantasy
Of more idyllic days
And I was falling
Twisting and crashing through the surf
Couldn’t find the place between heaven
Between heaven
And the earth
The tide, you know
It ebbs and flows
But never looks for fault
Washes away
The pain of yesterday
But leaves
Leaves the taste of salt
And the rippled sea of life
Even after all these years
Baptizes me
With seasoned memories
Tasting vaguely of my tears
And I was falling
Tumbling and crashing through the surf
Couldn’t find the place between heaven
Between heaven
And the earth
One more for today. Still no title.
Lying in our bed alone
Your touch too far to reach
Memories washed over me
Like waves upon the beach
First lapping at the edges
And then crashing to the ground
The swirling tides of yesterday
Left me almost drowned
And I was falling
Twisted by the surf
Couldn’t find the place
Between heaven and the earth
Running out of air
Reaching toward the light
Almost didn’t care
If I’d lost the will to fight
The tears, they left me breathless
Like the rolling, crashing waves
Clinging to some memory
Of more idyllic days
The tide, you know, it ebbs and flows
But never looks for fault
It cleans away the sharpest pain
But leaves a trace of salt
And I was falling
Crashing through the surf
Couldn’t find the place
Between heaven and the earth
And the rippled sea of life
Even after all these years
Baptizes me with memories
And tastes vaguely of your tears.
An actual love poem. (You're probably relieved)
PURPLE
It’s the purple I love in my memories
The plummed sunsets just before black
The red of the fire and heat of desire
Turn violet at point of impact
The scent of the summer is purple
And the wings of the geese flying South
But my fondest of purple reflections
Is the warm, grapeful taste of your mouth
R-rated. Sorry, write this for a metal band and they curse. A lot!
This was really written about me, about a person who made the mistake of confusing kindness for weakness.
So I’m the “she” but it’s a male vocalist.
She never said a mean word
Was perpetually nice
Twisted her emotions
Til her heart turned cold as ice
You wanted her to thank you
When you tossed her scraps and bits
She blew it back into your face
Laughing, said, “Go fuck that shit.”
You saw kindness
And decided to cause damage
Thought it was weakness
And then tried to take advantage
Your plan’s collapsing
Didn’t work out like you planned it
Who knew quiet before storms
Warn the future’s turning savage
You see her walking toward you
And you run the other way
First time in your life you found
A game that you can’t play
But a coward likes to hear his voice
And you’re forced now to admit
There’s nothing left worth hearing
It’s all obviously bullshit
You saw softness
And assumed that she was weak
Manners and politeness
You translated to mean meek
Loud, obnoxious, bully.
Thought you were killing it
She sized you up for what you are
A tiny man-Go fuck that shit
Red-faced bluster, crazy rants
Go throw that man-sized fit
You mistook kindness for weakness
Take your noise and fuck that shit.
(Or in case there weren’t enough curses, last line could be: Fuck that noise and fuck that shit.)
No Title Yet. Considering Wildfire 🤷🏼♀️
Why do you blame me
for what somebody else did
Why should I feel guilty
for feelings I once hid
Don’t I have the right to keep
my feelings to myself
Are you worried about me
or just my mental health
I’ve seen you work your magic
Causing misery for fun
I’ve seen the fallout in the past
From stories that you’ve spun
I know just how you do this
Say you care but you’re a liar
Light the match and blow the smoke
Gossip spreads like wild fire
Somehow you’ll play the victim
when word gets around
Slyly walk away but then
catch it on the rebound
Whisper all the ugly parts
Be sure to leave out names
Pretend that you’re a savior when
It’s you who fanned the flames
I’ve seen you play this game
I know exactly who you are
Writing your soap opera script
Where you’re the only star
You love to play the martyr
But you’re nothing but a liar
Light the match and blow the smoke
Lies spread like wild fire
This is another, but this goes toward my poetry about violence toward women.
Again, it’s written as lyrics, but I can pull out the repetitive parts if I publish as a poem. If you don’t mind giving your opinion, I would be interested in which stanza should be eliminated to make it poetry. (I kind of have my own ideas, but I’m curious to see how others see it.)
I don’t have a title yet....
Trapped inside a dark room with one locked door
Broken and bleeding on the cold hard floor
Sucking air in hard with ragged, jagged gasps
All that once was good, slipping from my grasp
There were two of us caught up in that nightmare
Screams of terror hang like thick fog in the air
Spinning quickly into madness from sweet reality
A one way ticket into horror and
You paid my entrance fee
Dead man walking barefoot to my execution
Praying with each step for some kind of absolution
Your paranoia of nonexistent persecution
Left little time or choice when looking for solutions
There were two of us caught up in that nightmare
A lifetime of destruction far beyond repair
Spinning into madness from sweet reality
Delusions clouded judgement so you couldn’t see
A hostage with a ticket for a trip
That was anything but free.
A fractured mind of someone I don’t recognize
Insanity reflected through distorted lies
Obsession had become something pathological
Cat and mouse hunting, the plan was diabolical
There were two of us caught up in that nightmare
Screams of terror hang like thick fog in the air
Spinning into madness from sweet reality
A one-way ticket into horror
And you paid my entrance fee
To my own slaughter.
Because nothing’s ever free.
Poem called TRUMP (at least for now)
As you knows, I’ve been working on lyrics and the guys might be able to pull this off, so you will see frequent repetitions. I struggle with repetitions. My point is, if they can’t use it, there are several other places to take it.
So, without any further interruptions, I give you TRUMP...
TRUMP
Skipping through the channels
I stumbled across your face
My chin dropped from disgust
Sick from your disgrace
You think that you’re a leader
self-anointed chosen one
I can’t promise I’ll survive
But I’ll promise I’ll have won
What’s the point? You’re only gonna lie
What’s your agenda? It’s heroic now to die?
I’ll be a hero, if I’d only sacrifice
Says a frightened man who’s never had to pay that price
The point of your whole argument is weak
Full of lies and hatred
But the masses hear you speak.
People who supported you
Are tough to patronize.
The horror of a gory death
Lies fresh in angry eyes
You think that you’re a leader
self-anointed chosen one
I can’t promise I’ll survive this
But I promise that you’re done
What’s the point? You’ll only phone it in.
What’s your agenda? We know your goal’s to spin
I’m not a martyr, not protecting all your ties
Pay the piper. It’s time to pay for lies.
Somehow between here and now
You’ll toss out a brand new scandal.
You’ll say that you expected this
It’s not too much to handle
You claim to be a leader
Sent from God up high
You promise that you’ll solve it all
While those around us die
What’s the point? It’s lie on top of lie.
What’s your agenda? It’s heroic now to die?
I’ll be a hero, if I’d only sacrifice
Says the tiny petty man who won’t have to pay that price.
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Name: KristinGender: Female
Hometown: Little Egg Harbor, NJ Coastal South Jersey
Home country: United States of America
Current location: Little Egg Harbor, NJ
Member since: Thu Mar 22, 2018, 09:39 PM
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