Best Ripping Poems
You ripped me
One word at a time
Shredded my smile
Pulled at my sensitivity
I was never strong enough
To pull back my paper heart
You took the pieces of me
Arranged them in your perfect order
I prayed for the wind to come
Hoping I would be carried away
Flutter to a new more loving home
Instead, I endured your paper cuts
I became your paper mâché
Shaped into the image of you
Glued with your inconsistancies
Coated in your endless smoke
Sarcasm and beer
I marinated in your endless tears
You painted me with a retarded label
Your stupid failure of a son
Forced to endure that brush
It was with your eyes I learned to see
Everyone else was better than me
I was a failure times three
My inside empty
I became light as air
As time went on I ceased to care
It happend slowly you weren't aware
Until one day I floated past your stare
No longer raw and bare
I clawed and ripped
Rewrote my page
My renaissance
coming of age
Not your puppet on a stage
Contorted by your rage
I have lost you to your death
The air much clearer, still I feel your breath
Within my doubts your lies still hide
Yet within me a new strength resides
Your image of me no longer applies
Doubt and fear reduced in size
No longer your "DUMMY"
On faith I rise
For Charlotte's contest, heart and soul confessional.
Written, September 1st 2014.
I rip and chew at my edges
Trying to eradicate
Placate
Eleviate
My pain
The anxiety
The part of me that threatens to freeze
My mental disease
The part I hope no one sees
The inner demons I wish to appease
The tattoos that your artistry
Injected
Under my skin
With invisible ink
Yet I feel it there with the words I think
As I claw and bite into my pink
I wish to be smoothed out
Cared about
As the blood appears it calms my shout
Exquisite pleasure wrapped in the pain
With it, some level of relief I attain
I tell myself
I can't
I won't
do it again
Yet with chewing
I feel my inner turmoil wane
The weaker bits
The inner head stitches
It helps me scratch, those indiscernible itches
Stopping the soul twitches
In shame I hide my hands
Fingers and things
The evidence my body sings
Strategicly placed
My problems kind of erased
In fabric bandages encased
Still desperation has a taste
Inner turmoil only temporarily chased
Was I designed for this
Some kind of inner sickness
Expressed in a serpent's kiss
As I'm hypnotized by it's hiss
I wonder
Is there a way
to fix this
I wish to be
a fully healed
Calmer witness
Perhaps this is my litmus
Another test I fail
For I'm a blind man
Who can't read braille
I'm bound by ropes
That help me cope
Evidence I can't wash away with soap
I wanted your yes
But always got your nope
Became an inner pauper
Surrounded by hope
Still deep down I feel like a dope
I know I have much to be thankful for
Greatly blessed I can't ask for more
Still I fear what might be waiting for me
An imaginary enemy
Hidden behind the next door
Threatening my hope for a peaceful shore
Still I know this inner tension is a gift
It's a wave on which, I've been given a lift
It helps me travel far and swift
As within life's currents I hear the music shift.
There is a tune I wish to sing
Above the maddening ring
A new place from which I wish to begin
Beyond tattoos
And cracked and bleeding skin.
Peaceful rivers
Flowing from within.
Please read Njeri Unjeri's poem Tattoo's, after reading her
poem I got to thinking of the tattoos that all of us wear.
For Nathan's Mental Illness contest.
Beneath the hum of porch light
You caress my fragrant skin,
While these eyes undress a gaze
Deepening breaths to ignite.
As we move like moistened curves,
From a heated rendezvous
I become a flamed woman…
A rhythm of dusk immersed.
And a thousand moths quiver
Glowing on open window
Of porch light’s swelling cave…
Ripping my moth-flesh bare.
Upon the grass, lips create
One prayer wafting our names;
In love, you alone bring thrills
You are earth's song …my twin mate.
Craig Cornish's Chopped ll Contest
11/13/2014
Holier than thou,
sacred as a cow
anointed with margarine spread;
a Sunday to rest,
some socks and a vest
and a penchant for laying in bed.
Sicker than sick
and thicker than thick,
drugged with a heroin chic,
bright light beams down
through a crack in the crown,
spearing a spoon-bending freak.
Speak unto thee,
the voice of a tree,
afire with gelignite balm;
whacky and wild,
abused and defiled,
born to succumb unto harm.
Lysergic the feast,
the mark of the beast,
halogen burned to emboss
symbols on skin
as forever begins
ripping infinite Christ from the cross.
Let me pretend
Let me close my eyes and remember that this is a dream
One more lie to help mend a ripping seam
Just one more moment I can forget how much my heart bleeds
One more love that is less then what it seems
Dear pain, the pain of dreaming, the pain of being
My dear friend, how have you been?
Through all this pretending and fake mending
I forgot our deal was still pending
Now as my dream has ended, my payment has come due
Another part of my soul, you can now consume
A realization I constantly forget, Hope is not your best bet
The disappointment in lost love, can't compare to the misery
I knew I would have to bare
Ass my heart bleeds, I then run to you
The words I speak I wish weren't true
Your eyes express the pain I can no longer feel, as I try not to explain it's not a big deal
Words flow as I soon regret, you remind me how much I can't feel
How much this shouldn't be real
I've prayed to God to let me feel
He has kept his deal
I feel anger, I feel pain, I feel loneliness
And who's to blame
The love, The hope?
But happiness is the missing part of the wheel
So with pain and darkness I make another deal
The out come is all to clear
As another part of my soul it will sire
But the dream will remind me, that I can't give up
I can't give in
Maybe one day the dream will come to life
Or maybe one day pain will take my will to fight
But either way
I'll leave the limbo between ripping apart at the seams and hopeful dreams
Forever trapped, can't break free, I need out, let me be
Drops of falling fear, bursting into puddles of courage
Rivers run with oil, painting earth's mighty image
The sun finally warming me with memories of old friends
I'll follow them anywhere if my heart intends
Rise above the clouds, chasing the not-so-silly dreams
No way to tell real from fake, reality is ripping at the seems
Ripping my sanity
Here in the pit of a sanctified cavern
Darkness invades every pore of my soul
Grasping at walls made of stone, cut and jagged
Tearing my flesh as my fingers inscroll
Carving a poem of granite intentions
Phrases of love fall as dust to the floor
Evidence trailing in breaths hardly reasoned
Nothing to rhyme as I lose so much more
Drowning in questions while heavens are bleeding
Puddles of crimson abound at my feet
Shoveling dreams in a creviced delusion
Sunk in the mud till I can not retreat
Loneliness shouts in the stillness demeaning
Echoing chambers deplete in my heart
Calling my name which I now have forgotten
Ripping my sanity cleanly apart
Clutching my hands of the blisters now forming
Pain wreaks its havoc beneath severed skin
This is my fate, an abyss never fading
Bring on the end for I’m lost once again
Loosely inspired by Anne Marie Coreggia’s poem “Timeless Cave”
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/timeless_cave_903493
Within A ripping Soul
A feeling of loss in lore
Amidst the web of the whirling wind
On the eyes of the earth
Amidst the whirling wave
On the eyes of the seas
A soul emerging to grab
The edges of the complex world
It is growing and living in
To capture its entirety
The more it attempts
The more complex the word seems
That the ripping soul seems lost
Amidst thought about the whiling wind
Of the world
The pages meet my fingertips again
Tenderly guiding the ink, as if it were rotten bile
Channelling all away
To minimal change of my world
The illusory script does not function
To the disappointment of myself and the happiness of others
And again to my bewilderment.
The room spins even though.
A dumb look washes over my face or it must have
Reality pixelates and I feel a weight at the side of my head
Up and down it nods as if opening up the plates
Ripping apart the fabrics with a sickening tear
One that plays a sweet discordant melody,
I grip the fruit infront of me
It secretes black ink that stains all,
Faux grass in between the toes, infront of a square sunset
Smothered in a blue lens,
Chunks of stuck food appear in the line of sight
Punches and stabs and what feels like betrayal
Too many words entered the ear
Removing the eye of the hurricane I float in
Drawing it back in where it does not exist
Impossible but the best course of action anyway
Deserved, echoing throughout
Truth mixes with it, alkaline
Yet still only serving to increase my pain.
The swirling parts ever so slightly in my mind
As the mantra repeats.
Not more than they say,
The glass ceiling never being broken.
Be kinder. Be more assertive.
Orders taken and meals thrown
Up into the mind the storm halts.
And the pen glides still,
Soul, guts and heart,
Empty and raw.
I’ve realized, lately
I don’t want to be seen,
I live in the darkness
Hide behind a screen.
Whatever virus appeared
Attached itself to my heart,
It hasn’t left since
And it’s ripping me apart.
Because heaven descended
And took them from me,
Just as I thought
I was finally free.
Funeral after funeral
They came and they went,
Till all of me was shattered
and battered and spent.
My heart was broken
My hair was dyed,
But I couldn’t go back
So I cried and I cried.
Then they sent me away
With a journal and pen,
But despite all they tried
I was never me again.
And when I tried getting up
Tried crawling from the ash,
A shadow pulled me down
And I fell with a crash.
Time after time
I gave it my all,
But still, they abused it
And hung up the call.
Piece after piece
They ripped me apart,
Disrupting my healing
Now I’m back to the start.
I’m fearful and damaged
As my grades start to slip,
I’ll sit on the next couch
With silence on my lips.
I’ve never been perfect
And didn’t claim to be,
But the last time was bad
So I wish they could see
I wish they could see
The girl I’ve become,
When I went on without them
Living, but numb.
I’m reeling but healing
One piece at a time,
But I’m still so d*mn scared
Of calling things mine.