deepundergroundpoetry.com

The Cell

  † †  
it was my fault i suppose † † †
inquisitive fuck that i am.. † † †
recklessly engaging in these † † †
late night roamings.. † † †
through the catacombs † † †  
of your literature.. † † †
† † †  
lost in the labyrinth of your words.. † † †
† † †  
so what else can a man do † † †
but lick the walls of your poetry † † †
to divine the deeper meaning behind † † †
your scripture.. † † †
† † †  
am i being too forward? † † †
† † †  
well whatever.. † † †
you mind fucked me † † †  
[vaingloriously i might add] † † †
and didn't even have the courtesy † † †  
to apologize.. † † †
you were shameless in the renderings † † †
of your soul.. † † †
so therefore..i am blameless in what † † †
i say in regards to you † † †
what's even more fucked up is.. † † †
i can't even name this thing † † †
between you and i.. † † †
† † †  
cuz you're over there † † †
in west bubblefuck † † †  
and i'm somewhere in Brooklyn.. † † †
creeping in your blind spot. † †
nonexistent. . † † †
† † †  
imagination is power right? † † †
† † †  
so with that in mind † † †
i can freely acknowledge † † †
that i know your poems ain't got † † †
shit to do with me † † †
but it was you who decided to post online † † †
and allow me a taste of your spices † † †
while unknowingly exploiting † † †
my unspoken vices † † †
i know it wasn't your intent † † †
you just wanted to vent †† † †  
your nocturnal throbbings † † †
for some dude i could give † † †
two fucks about.. † † †
† † †  
but still... † † †
you ensnared me all the same.. † † †
nahhh..no need to name names.. † † †
cuz to me † † †
poetry is secretly a game of † † †  
spin the bottle.. † † †
you got my mood swing † † †  
on full throttle woman † † †
yes you do.. † † †
† † †  
and it's all my fault † † †
cuz in the end † † †
i didn't have to open your vault † † †  
and spread wide † † †  
the thighs of your † † †  
verbs and adjectives † † †  
and submerge my thickened thoughts † † †  
into your inkwell † † †
† † †  
well..here i am † † †
damned to these reoccurring † † †
mental orgasms † † †
inducing my pen into sporadic spasms † † †
spilling ink in such a juvenile fashion † † †
hoping my passion will find its way † † †
into your inner chasm.. † † †
leaving chalked outlines of my essence † † †
as you inhale the evanescence of † † †
your mystery man † † †
... † † †
† † †  
no... † † †
† † †  
there's no history between you and i † † †
and there's no need to say hi or bye † † †
nor do we ever have to meet.. † † †
cuz at the end of the day † † †  
it's poetry.. † † †
and i'm perceptive and honest enough † † †
to keep everything † † †
in its proper perspective.. † † †
† † †
..
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 20th Jun 2018
Author's Note
ode to the poetess
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 31 reading list entries 11
comments 27 reads 1579
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:26am by badmalthus
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:05am by badmalthus
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:59am by SweetKittyCat5
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:04am by SweetKittyCat5
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:54pm by Ahavati