Long Bitting Poems
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A scratching at dusty glass from piano keys
In a lace attic catacombs chests
bathed in blue panic
room stained window
Hiding from the tell to show
away bitter clown faces without
makeup to disguise frowns
from smiles
Glass of Rose wine in hand
Half black and white
harlequim dress worn
like princess Di
Bitting down on fretted untuned
strings
Yellow taxi clock running outside
in a traffic jam carpark
Great expectations Dickensian
clambering down unsteady
unsafe ladders
Floor by floor at breakneck speed
scissors running in hand
Final destination paused
Star's
City , Sparks , Fire
Takes me back melancholic
reminding me what it was
like to be a torturous teen
Dreaming of wanton love
and how fragile youth is
I have been systematically bitting
my nails since I was 6 year's old
so I am told
Sometimes way down past where
the skin begins and blood starts
And it hurts so much I can't even
pick stuff up
And yes I know it's a filthy habit and
it really hurts
I have somehow never been able to stop
So what is the explanation or only
conclusion to be gained
Am I in fact a sadist do I love pain
1 thing is most definitely for certain
I must quite obviously be stupid
because I know what I am doing
to myself
And even despite all this I still won't
be stopping any time soon
Nailed it
The rivers cough,
Their waters grey and sulk,
With exhaustion bitting at the banks,
That once held children's laughter.
The lethargic trees wear ashes like armour,
Leaves brittle, whispering warrnings,
That no one listens to.
Drifting smoke climbing like a theif,
Stealing the blue from the sky,
Painting the sun in dull bruises, where
We pretend not to see.
Even the weak wind carries a taste, of
Metal and sadness;
The birds sing quieter than ever,
There wings heavy with weight of
A world forgetting how to breath.
Yet somewhere beneath the ground the
Earth still hums softly,
Waiting for hands that will not choke it.
For mouths that will speak before the last
River sleeps.
Sat here lonely in the dark
Mood so low, iv lost my spark
No joy from the little things
My mind black when the birds sing
Always stuck on what to say
I wish this illness would go away
Bored as can be, concentration zero
How do I go from zero to hero?
Can't say the words I want to say
They come out jumbled anyway
Insomnia hitting hard
I wish my life was like a hallmark card
Trying to watch TV to unwind
It's so difficult when your stuck in your mind
Withering away piece by piece
I have so much I need to unleash
Bitting a stick to stop the agitation
Any loud sound is an aggrevation
Hospital or wait that's my choice
Death feels like something I could rejoice
Darkness follows even in the light
The body always in fight or flight
Cortisol low, body breaking
The rest of my life is mine for the taking
Sat here lonely in the dark
This relapse has really left its mark
Another weekend of trying to survive
I am still grateful I'm alive
But when the darkness takes over
It leaves my mind to over exposure
Dark thoughts flood the mind
My life becoming hard to find
Sadness is a dangerous feeling
It's your whole life it is stealing
Sat here lonely in the dark
Bipolar really has left its mark
Come find me if you must
I'll be in the window turning to dust
Another weekend battle to fight
Fight it I will with all my might
Sat here lonely in the dark
Come and find me if you must
Loving Myself
I miss him playing with my toys.
I’m alone now in my bed looking
out my window at the silver stars.
My hand stroking them while my mind is
remembering, remembering.
He used to teased by kissing
them.
He knew their secret places.
He would talk to them while our bodies
Glistening with moister ready, ready.
I with anticipation waiting, waiting.
My toy’s hair moist with oils of love,
thinking how he used his mouth.
Cleaning matted hair “tasting the sea’s bounty”,
As he used to say.
Feeling him inside my juguete and the
Tingling, the itch please hurry.
Wanting him deeper, deeper oh heaven above!
Now bitting them, Yesssss, he’s almost
here.
Fingers deep rocking and twisting until erupting
with waves upon waves soaking his bounty.
Red golden stream flowing from my volcano
releasing stored hot magma just for him.
I fall asleep knowing he will return whenever I
want.
Said through clenched pallet cleft
Straight right out of left field
Came the wind a calling for a
sacrificial sacrifice
To appease the dog god's of war
straining and bitting to be unleashed
Upon the fallen led astray and breached
From some or other unknown entity
but quite obviously sent from high
on up
If for no other reason than to make
the numbers of today's death count up
Why on earth I do not know that wasn't
part of the deal
The deal was simply this if you don't
or are not prepared to choose amongst
and between yourselves
Then we will simply have to go ahead
and do it for you as you see we currently
are
For if you build it we will come and the
price for coming is
Dying dead then death not everlasting
breath
The rivers cough,
Their waters grey and sulky, with exhaustion,
Bitting at the banks that once held,
Children's laughter.
The lethargic trees wear ashes like armour,
Leaves brittle, whispering warnings
That no one ever listens to.
Drifting smoke climbing like a their,
Stealing the Blue from the sky,
Painting the sun in dull bruises,
Where we pretend not to see.
Even the wind carries a taste of metal and sadness;
The birds sing quite than ever,
There wings heavy with weight
Of a world forgetting how to breath.
Yet somewhere beneath the ground
The earth still hums softly,
Waiting for hands that will not choke it;
For mouths that will speake
Before the last river sleeps.
Look at olé Manny over there.
He's been praying for grown back hair.
Hair back
Back hair
Hair is neither here nigh under where.
At night we pray for tight'ee whites;
Following morning awaken by a huge wedgie wearing panties.
Shake it off and tone it down.
Take it easy now, now.
Hold your horses there pray full man.
Eating tiger sporting a lions mane feeding heads.
I said, I see I said, I taw a pudgy fat hippy cat rocking dreads.
Looking like a praying mantis crossed with a giraffe.
Bitting your toungue, covering your mouth; trying not to laugh,
You see poor olé Manny with a blank look of dismay.
Holding tightly onto his toupee on another windy day.
Even today, he continues to pray as he slumps in his chair.
And people just don't understand why because Manny is amazing with or without grown back hair.
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Hear Yee , Hear Yee
Elizabeth "The' Queen
Here she lie's dead in state entombed
in saintly grace
Her smile as is her likeness of she no more
Send her forth victorious in resplendent
elegance riding sidesaddle upon an
equine train bitting on the bridle
To spirit her soul away duties levies paid
in full to all bar none subject come
Rest in peace , rest full well , rest in
everlasting ease complete
Blow the trumpets way up on high
let the bugle's cry and pipes a
pipes a play
Unfurl the pageantry and banners of all
ages fly the royal standard at half mast
all around the 4 corners of her Commonwealth
And pray let her know she is in no
small part sorely already missed
And sadly I fear will be for many a long
year to come
So God speed your Majesty on this your
final cavalcade
From reign to grave
As surely he awaits
Most patiently an audience with thee
Your Queen ordained keeper , leader,
defender of the faith
She who's head deemed worthy to be
placed underneath to bear the heaviest
burden of the Regal Crown
Pillow :
Cotton soft and oh so warm
Here I will wait for bitting dawn,
For my bed is cold as winters night,
No comfort will i find tonight.
Don't let anybody tie you down with the illusion that they still care
Or that they've changed
Or that they'll never love anybody as much as they loved you
Because those are just other ways to get you to wake up with regret clawing out all you've ever stood for
And when you try to get out of that pit that they made to devote themselves to keeping you in there
You'll realize that you were nothing but a pillow to them
Nothing but a cushion
Something to use when they get pushed down
A step ladder to bring themselves back up
And finally you'll understand why you left in the first place.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran