your first deep underground poem

Sweetest Sin

This can't just be infatuation
you are my every lustful thought
I feel you in my dreams teasing me with your touch
The scent of you imprinted on my skin
the taste of honey on your lips...sweet seduction
The dance of exploring begins
two souls become one
Forbidden temptation takes over me as I become Eve and you Adam
partaking in fruit of the sweetest sin

Future disaster

It feels weird the ice in the alcohol
is it a religious match or something?
Who thought about that?
Next time I’ll drink a glass of milk
I’ll put inside a big cube of semen
and let’s see if I will get pregnant,
let’s see if the baby will come out to be alcoholic
or just an ass looking for the Milky Way.
And if the sperm will not be cold enough
then maybe I should take out the milk from the glass
and just have my masturbation in a shot.
My dick would love me if he knew
that I am not disgusted anymore
of his jelly happiness, of his future disaster.


***This is my second poem in DUP but for me this is my first. The first one was a tribute to Bowie, so I don't consider it as my first poem as it was a special moment.  

This is my first poem on DU though not the first one I'd written...



ACHE
 
 
i ache for him  
a deep heart felt ache  
i realised this  
this morning  

it brought tears to my eyes  
there's nothing I can do  
but sit with it  
just sit with it  
 
 
©  Kate Adams  2014
   
 
For JS

Welcome alove .......

Hipster Cash
New old Pepsi
A Pabst in hand
My best freind stands on the corner
Cellphone talk, ya she liked to walk
or bike around downtown

Are you trying to find something new
by looking into an antique mirror?

I'm self aware
I'm no longer scared
to admit
that these parts aren't mine
But they complete
this whole new thing
What does it mean?
My individuality

Walking through
the deepest snow
to avoid the main highway
I can't be helped
I don't wanna do it all again
The words are all here
they just need the appropriate action

Please be nice
Share compassion
I'm just a man drawn to passion
It isn't you, but it's all true
I'm a little vain myself
Sometimes

Razor's Edge

Razor's edge pressed to my throat
A thin line of crimson
Words bleeding onto the page.
 
Feelings swirled in blood
Making an abstract poem
One born of pain.
 
Razor slashes deep at my heart
Anger makes it gush
Bleeding out my rage.
 
Red takes center stage
Filling my days, my nights
With fantasies I can't control.
 
Part of me so evil
Wanting to let go
I stand tottering on the razor's edge.
 
Soon will come sweet death
I will swim in the abyss
With my lover, who knows me best.

The wishful soldiers

Here they come,  
Them wild eyed innocent boys  
Marching down tree lined streets,  
with guns aloft and terrified smiles.  
The crowd cheers and spill their blood  
And scream with patriotic delight.  
 
But I feel isolated,  
A stranger watching with alien eyes,  
Wondering where are the rich man's sons.  
The white shirt and silk tie brigade.  
 
For they will be never on Baghdad lanes,  
When the bullets starts to rain.  
 
Now I know what it means;  
when you got nothing but a pocketful of dreams.

Here is my first poem I ever posted on DUP. It was written 11 years ago at the age of seventeen while in the depths of addiction, bouncing between opiates and crack cocaine. Happy to say I am almost nine years clean but the poetry I wrote during those times are some of my favorites to this day.


RX For Disaster

"This will be the last time", I say every single day. 
That "I'm done with all this bullshit", but things just never change. 
I'm not proud of what I'm doing, I know it isn't right. 
But try as I may, I can't seem to win the fight. 

It's like you wake up in the morning and it's the first thing on your mind. 
Is "Where can I get some pills, I really need a line". 
When you can barely move and you'd rather stay asleep, 
But you can't and you won't because you know you're in too deep. 

Even if you have no money you will always find a way. 
Just to get your fix any price you'll pay. 
Because you can barely function and you know the pain will stay, 
if you don't find just what you need to make it go away. 

Then you finally find your pill and pull out your spoon and plate, 
Your not even done crushing it yet you already feel great. 
Just this one last time you think before you sniff it up. 
But no sooner than it's up your nose you no longer give a fuck. 

Suddenly all your troubles seem a million miles away, 
you feel like a new person and everything is great. 
Until your buzz wears off and you hate yourself again, 
And you wonder if this vicious cycle ever has an end. 

But you you know that tomorrow morning the first thing on your mind, 
Will be "Where can I find some pills, I really need a line." 
And then once again you'll swear that it is the last time, 
You see, you really wanna let the drugs go but they're holding on too tight.

DASMOONA
     
She slept the dreams of sweet refrain.

 She rose to gaze upon the forbidden fruit hanging just beyond her reach outside the gilded bars of her perfect bed.

 The only world she knew. Partake and be destroyed or remain asleep and exist

Spirit

Wrapped
in cool night air
sand beneath bare feet
as wind
moves through my hair

listening to the water
watching
as fireflies dance
upon the breeze

caught within the moment
the mystery astounds
as I feel my heart singing
with the melody of sounds

unexpectedly familiar
this song
that stirs my soul
for the first time
in a long time
my spirit
suddenly feels whole.

Was my first post on DUP on March 7th but was later deleted and reposted

Bleeding Hearts

(My very first dup poem, posted the day I signed up - February 15 this year.)

Smiles
That never quite reached the eyes.
Your face adorned with empty looks.
You thought no one noticed
The mask your wearing till now?

Sweet words
Muttered under false pretense.
Saying Good Morning,
When the sun is falling.
You thought no one heared
The screams your voice is hiding?

Pain
Underneath your smooth skin.
Dressed to the nines,
When you felt like mourning.
You thought no one felt
The hurt you've been enduring?

Bitterness
Grazing the pallets.
Drinking wine, eating dessert
When all are stale and poison to the taste.
You thought no one had seen
You puking every after meal?

Hemorrhage
Draining your life away.
Going about daily routine,
Like everything's o'k.
You thought you're the only one
Trapped in this shithole called life?

Be still
Your bleeding heart
Look out and see
Those around you
Those you left behind
Those you ignored
Those you have taken for granted
While trapped inside your own private hell

Be happy
For everything you've got
For all that you would still have
For all that would come to pass.
For life goes on as it should
And would continue to unfold
No matter what,
The world is still beautiful.

Last Testament

My first deep underground poem, published the day I joined on 19 July 2016. It was written at a time when I felt particularly depressed.

Lost and alone, unlovely and unloved,
I am forced to accept the brutal truth,
Bitter though it may be in one so proud,
I must at last give up my thoughts of youth.
What woman could e'er love this broken man,
An empty husk of total impotence,
For I know my dreams were an illusion,
And there is no point to my existence.
At the corner of the street now I stand
And shout, but no one hears. In my decline
My sad life is running away like sand
While younger men seize the prize that was mine.
Someone put me out of my misery,
End my life and finally set me free.

Carnage

She opens her arms and waits for the box to open
he penetrates her soul with words of lust and carnage
a temptation that's taboo
they cross a line that never should be travelled
he is erect and she is lusting after him
wishing he were there to satisfy so many urges
she wants to please him and put out the flame
that flame that devours them both
she opens her mind and words begin to pour out
she tells him all of her secrets with just a few words
she longs to be in his arms but yet they are worlds apart
she will long for him even as he reaches climax
a whisper from within tells her this is wrong but it's too late
they crossed that threshold
their imaginations running wild
making them crave the other