She was a hard woman to love
She was the type to hold a grudge
Her tongue could cut like a razor
Cut to the quick, full of danger
She'd carve you up, make your heart bleed
Then smile so sweet, with eyes that plead
You would forgive her every deed
Her beauty was that of legend
Female form carved from heaven
When she'd walk by you had to stare
Graceful movement beyond compare
Her disposition hard and mean
She'd scorch you with her hateful scheme's
Turning from love to scalding steam
A taste that melts you
into a dollop of whipped cream;
Straight into hysteria,
you scream everything inside of you;
A sugary screw;
Left undone with one lick,
his sweetness cut to the quick;
Straight into hysteria
he sent me and it was long overdue;
A sugary screw;
Caught in a scent
akin to a stolen long denied touch;
What a finish on the swollen lips;
A taste that melts you,
A sugary screw.
Bold, bright...unmistakable
she dresses in vivid pinks or purples
sometimes splashes of oranges or golds.
Her lavish flashes of flowers shine
and yet...
…brilliant bougainvillea has
her dark secrets.
Devoid of fragrance
this fanfare, flowery mistress
hides her hidden thorns...
…to touch her is
to become entangled
cut to the quick
scraped and bloodied
without warning
though careful one may be.
Beauty prevails over pain
as paper petals flirt and entice
all dressed up in pageantry
a multitude of sins are covered.
Bougainvillea lights up
the heated climate
flinging caution to the wind.
Written on 4/10/2019
STRIPPED DOWN
BARE
CUT TO THE QUICK
MY HEART
FRAGILE AND SINEWY
MY BRITTLE BONES
ACHE
STIFF AND HOLLOW
A BUTTERFLY CAUGHT
PINNED INSIDE THE GLASS.
Bloody fetus ripped to shreds
Tissue mass scarlet red
Ancient slime, evolution stew
That was all I thought of you
Your life demands inconvience me
I'll kill you now to keep me free
My idol, my god, myself be praised
A sacrifice offering to hell I raise
Your severed life cut to the quick
Bodily remains in sewage thick
I gloat at God I am pro choice
To murder a child that has no voice
My will I honor, diety supreme
Gods judgement prevails, it's then I scream
To lucifer's delight I writhe in flame
I aborted a child that has no name
I carry the torch for thee
Why did you give up me with glee
Was it you wouldn't be caught dead
to identify me as your blood
Did I cork up my love
or were you cheesed off with this low dove
Were you cut to the quick
because of this dimwit pig
Are you coming apart at the seams
due to my first gleam
Why make me a fish out of water
Was I not a thing or matter
You couldn't give a hoot!
as I a worthless boot
Were you tokophobic
How long should I blink my tears back and endure
When will your invisible palms to wipe away my tears come out
My life a story not a tale
Will it not tug at your heartstrings
Today is the day you really go out and play on sinful Saturday. Well I don't want to bring everybody in, It's about eight out of ten and I'm not trying to put you down so don't jump the gun and frown.
I know some are going to cut a rug and some are going to drink and drug, some will just go to fuss and fight because they don't appreciate anything nice. It's as if they were raised in a zoo, so stay away from that crew.
Now for those who go to dance and romance, if it's til broad daylight then that's alright, 'cause you worked all week and some pleasure you do seek. So forget about it all, have yourself a ball. Then come back at your peek, ready for another week. And how do I know the format, been there, done that.
This is why I'm not trying to cut to the quick, if you want to go to the click or have a lovely picnic, I pray you don't loose your way on this sinful Saturday.
HAVE A GREAT DAY.
Enriching knowledge was our scope...
But avarice derailed our friendship...
Ostentation unfurled through your face...
Hurricanes of emotion...
The island boy devoured your soul with deceptions..
So u casted mistrustful eye on me...
Am now cut to the quick...
Will however give you that tiny victory but that will be for a short while..
Sentiment is not easy to express,
You ought to be sensitive to empathy,
And put aside all apprehensions,
Be receptive to all positive vibes that radiate!
Keep aside self esteem and acrimony,
Be compassionate and susceptible to
understanding,
Listen to the inkling and have patience,
Trust in the aura that prevails !
Feeling the love is like being diathetic,
It's a throb as often cut to the quick,
It's a harmony that sets every heartbeat,
Is like a deep wound that kisses the bone!
Emotions in tranquility, pure ecstasy,
Feeling the love is like feeling God !!
Written on 18/2/14
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Motif- romantic
I don't know why i always manage to hurt myself on nights like this
The pain lacks thought and doubt perhaps that's it
(and people don't think i'm a massachist)
it's dull and aching, sharp and tight
it lets me fall asleep at night
how do i fall so frequently?
like painting, strokes of crimson
steal my breath
even as i try to leave the line between numb and emotionally dead
just please explain to me
how words and touch seem linked by need
how striking stark innocent blood leaves not my wrists
only my heart
sometimes it's all i can do to run towards touch
an anchor
a gateway
keeping me from tripping across the lines
no fear, just pain, joy, love, heart ripping grief
most of it not mine but always with that piece of me that longs to live extremes
scream for the joy of life and song,
cut to the quick of my being with sharpest knife of pain.
too bad i'm not there.
it only drowns me on late nights with too much thought and not enough emotion
i start going numb
so stop it from spreading
this is how
Insult the sun and embitter the world
as you live for the day's demise.
A current of crumpled up silver wishes
passed you in the rising tide.
Once in your hollow attractive youth
the world was fooled for a moment.
It dealt you the card of jokerly depth
and looked past your stream to a torrent.
I want for compassion's attendance
to this sad little state of affairs
but all I can muster at your lack of lack luster
is quietly averting my stares.
You pinprick me in the wrong places
and voice things which cut to the quick.
You'll take on the sun and yet see me and run.
I'll never know what makes you tick.