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Anonymous
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drewryan
Strange Creature
Joined 9th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 1

Beneath my skin

Suicidal Tendencies
With meds lacking the remedies
Twisting my brain chemistry
With pint loads of Hennessy
Is my future actuality
Or am i bound to be a casualty
Of my own fucked up mentality
So I'm sippin the tussin avidly
Bummy but reality
While seeking helps seems cowardly
I swear it keep my sanity
Foggy mirrors filled with vanity
So what I see is vanishing
Anxious is the daily me
The sleep state is my sole reprieve
To wake is pure brutality
Death may be my only peace
i don't know why but this is me


seekingkate
kateA
Tyrant of Words
Australia 28awards
Joined 20th May 2014
Forum Posts: 2079

SOFT SOFT SKIN

a wild animal scream
bounces off the walls of my skull
it's trajectory follows
the synapses in my brain
glaring bright lights gone grey
now darkness surrounds

distant rumbles
indistinguishable words
something crashes, rattles
as it hits solid ground
was that an apology?

silence
can't see, can't hear
I sense grotesque detached
red lips floating in space
they move in, out, around
no voice, no sound

the tide coming in
whoosh...whoosh
whose holding that shell to my ear?
whoosh...whoosh

pressure felt on nothingness
detached arms move
like puppets on a string

I feel roughness touch me but how?
I'm nothing
nothing but emptiness

goo...I feel goo
sensation of a hand moving
then....velvet, silk, satin
these have been bonded to form
this thing my skin is touching
so soft, so so soft

crying eyes move in, out, around floating red lips
a Dali painting of something pink is forming
I know it's soft to touch

blackness seeps to grey
turns to glaring bright lights
voices loud, jarring
'she's back...she's back...'

arms enfold me helping me
hold this bundle who's my son
my finger, my skin
touching his soft soft skin





poet Anonymous

Thank you, Theskinnyone, Poetryman, Little, Drew and Kate, great entries!!!

summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1301

 The Doors


the winds smell dense

brimming yet containing fullness waves
inside ancient walls of limitless abstractions
in chants, echoing
strange syllables
a mantra
seeps in 'the doors' in pure disposition
past the fragile clinging sensations flying off as pulverizations
catches something natively familiar
     the underlying scribble-scripts
     within dusty cycle of streamless screams
              ~explod-i-subsid-i-implod-i~
in the waiting core vacuum
for this aligning spectacle

conceptional rhythm
fills in as embryonic chimes
encircles atmosphere
lights up a mellowing night
darkness pitch amplifies in mystical midnight blues
"your deepening eyepools"
takes me in a rivetting revelation
in a flash of quick-spiral blink
    your cool southern shore messengers
    sculling swift as primal winks
    from tribally drumming heartland
    had blown as pulsating change-agents  
    over this sensed stagnating heatvibe
    of my sweltering northern inlands


   I know not now
   the past pangs of incompleteness
   of being an unbelonging half-breed
   when your language
   imbibes in
   to reside as mother-tongue
   articulating
   ageless fluency

 



poet Anonymous

Uma, thank you for a wonderful entry!

poet Anonymous

Hautnah

This, my guardian
my shield against microbes,
my gatekeeper to the sun,
rain, and healing miracle
after injury

My closest advocate,
passenger on each journey
into cold & Heat, bearer of my helmet
& armor on warpath journeys

Receiver of my love’s touch,
kisses, and embraces,
a faithful messenger to
other’s intent

Watchman while I sleep,
alerting to animal attack
trigger of the slap,
after mosquito bites

I have left traces,
on pavement and blade’s
edge, & under lovers fingernails
in heated congress

I watch in helpless pity.
as it wrinkles and decays,
my closest friend

Bearer of wounds,
inflicted by myself,
yet eternal in its forgiveness,
with healed scars
as reminders of eternal fidelity

I cannot offer,
the same protection.
SPF washes off in the ocean,
& tumors are more powerful,
than my love for thee

poet Anonymous

Thank you for a great entry, Dresda!

poet Anonymous


Niche

I know the skin of that place
just beneath his clavicle
Where the soft
Pheremone scent lingers
Like a welcome
The safest place I've known
Wet or dry
A haven of right
In this crazy world
Where I can rest my head
And feel his arm wrapped around me
The warmth a comfort
His heartbeat beneath restoring my calm
Home is there
Surely if it's anywhere

kriticool
Fire of Insight
32awards
Joined 1st Nov 2011
Forum Posts: 596



.:DERMA-ODYSSEY:.


http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/2352501_114621_0c80d3867d_l.jpg


when
the skin your in
has something to say
how you’ll have it your way
like world kings at their play

when they’ve come across skin
craving that squeeze
slight burn to the knees
provoking those pleas

something about skin
when the towel is removed
boldly inked with a message approved
when stretched beyond reason
having found that groove
when that touch of such & such
is a need to come prove

when one reaches that skin
wanting a touch, wanting it much, each finger a crutch
the softest of skin desiring that grip...oh such a trip
king’s hand on that hip

that’s skin for the win
that I wanna be in or
least alongside to accommodate a ride
to uncover a lover who’ll
skin me alive
who’ll know what to do
once the bone has arrived


poet Anonymous

Thank you KritiCool for your nice entry!

kriticool
Fire of Insight
32awards
Joined 1st Nov 2011
Forum Posts: 596

Mourganna said:Thank you KritiCool for your nice entry!

Your welcome, Mourganna and thanks for the 'nice' accolade. I was goin for 'great' but I suppose I had too much 'touch'

Krosgood
Violence
Thought Provoker
United States 12awards
Joined 21st Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 163

http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/tattoo-machine-21719942.jpg
Dawn of The Body Modder

Needles driven
Punched through
Juxtaposed pointillism
Ink saturated wound
Electricity lanced
"Stars and bars"
This is the generation of the masochists who bear colorful scars

Show me your skin
Canvas clean
Break down, give in
Give it to me
I, artist
Scarification
In the generation of elation through body modification

Flesh tunnel
Large gauge
Implants
All the rage
Parlor shops
Addictions and cures
Oh the things our skin endures

Temporary pain
Instant gratification
New age
Visual stimulation
A sheep in the flock
Mono-tonality
Flash art? At least have some originality








poet Anonymous

kriticool said:[quote-297963-Mourganna]Thank you KritiCool for your nice entry!

Your welcome, Mourganna and thanks for the 'nice' accolade. I was goin for 'great' but I suppose I had too much 'touch' [/quote]

You had too much to touch
Great lay out you chose
heehee

Carpe_Noctem
Tyrant of Words
Spain 8awards
Joined 3rd Mar 2013
Forum Posts: 2915


Skin, As The Sun Holds The Moon

Warm breath
like a soft mountain breeze
whispering gently over the crest
As fingertips
softly hike about
the silken peaks
Drifting away
beneath moonbeam clouds
held close in a sun shower blanket

poet Anonymous

Violence and Carpe,wonderful entries, thank you both!

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