Some days, I’m still fighting the urge to light a cigarette—missing those rippling ribbons of smoke and the way they would uncoil in the dark, humid air. I’ve been coughing so much lately, and my lungs will hardly expand for any air that isn’t polluted at the source. I’ve been hacking up my lungs, and each time it feels like trying to drag them out through my throat just to see how charred they’ve become. I ignore any signs of disease—any signs of my own actions catching up to me—all because I’m so afflicted and so addicted to slowly ending my own life. Undoing the veiny strings of my body for no reason other than my love for being unhappy, only allowing myself to breathe the poison I think I deserve. After long nights, when my daydream canopies crumble, I always wish to commit blasphemy for you again—treat your white ash like the god I sometimes think stopped loving me long ago. I wish I could still believe the burning in my chest when I run is the only thing that will save me from a future that’s not home—because it saves me from a world where I feel like all I am is my flesh and bones.
Categories:
veiny, addiction, depression, emotions, sad,
Form: Prose Poetry
Carve into the birch trees, pollen breeze my air to breathe.
One more cough and one more sneeze until it’s over.
Tissue paper mottled with blood and yellow-green mucus, tearing and dissolving from tears.
There is always salt in my mouth these days.
Veiny leaves in the fervent winds remind me that I am an animal, and my skin gets filthier with each mawkish phrase that erupts from a faraway throat, but it feels like mine.
Beautiful and pathetic soliloquy fills up the air.
I am the only one.
I am the only one.
With the grasses' pedagogy and the flowers' instruction, I stand up and walk to the water.
Its chill cries out for help, my pollutant and contaminant is all but too much to be cleaned by a simple stream.
“I am sorry,” I say. “I am sorry Mother.”
I should have been listening this entire time.
Categories:
veiny, earth,
Form: Free verse
At the crossroad
Where I cried and rise to stardom
Unchained from within
And sing a song of freedom
There my seed would be, shouting "Father well done" !
At the crossroad
Where the scriptures were misinterpreted
And puzzle rearranged
There my people would be, dancing on their veiny drips
At the crossroad
Where the throat of the pen would not be stuck
and chest not tight
It teeth will be given it greatest bite
At the cross road
Where the pen will drip venomous ink
and cast silence to it earliest dark
There we would be, celebrating success
like yesterday's event
At the crossroad
Where my demise will be displayed
And wounds scraped open,
Where the titles of my pieces will be swept under the mud
There I would be, with a soured heart
repainting my darker past
BLAQ POET
PAKAMARA
Categories:
veiny, betrayal, confusion, cry, deep,
Form: Free verse
I never have the right words to say..
It feels the people i look up to, look at me then look away..
Im not formal enough, nice enough..
just blunt and straight up in a world that's f**ked up
Maybe im like RZA and just dont give a F**k
Might as well go silent as im treated invisible anyway
Like the girl i crushed on in 11th grade..
She only loathed me and made my sky feel gray
My voice doesnt mean anything to anyone as i shout out the pain in black matter
A cosmic stir inside my soul storms and sends my heart beats off course
The sun flares like the ends of my hair, bringing to life my own personal nightmares
A gift to the world for the loneliness i feel
Or maybe its just a coincidence and i need to be blue pilled...
All i know is im breaking on the inside as the outside markings stain my skin
Tattoos from my reminiscence of days spent
Sevens they look like as i ponder it... Skyrim shout words of power..something i wish my soul could do as i hold the pain within
Another perfectly vain, veiny friend.
Another thing they will mock me for im sure
Until the end
Categories:
veiny, depression, loneliness,
Form: Bio
"Use my Oil and Mill my Seed
My healing powers are all you need'
I am Me Set me Free - by Maria Williams
Leopard girl searches at night
for her lost leopard who took fright.
She calls out his name my dear Leopold
after sundown when her magical powers take hold.
Shadows of the night follow her wherever she goes,
searching the miles of paths and never slows.
Sleeps during the day dreaming of her lost friend,
existing without him would only mean the end.
One night when the moon was shining bright,
the owls hooted in their wise and knowing delight.
They led her to a cave where a witch did dwell,
looking inside she saw Leopold in a cell.
With all her powers Leopard Girl blew lock open,
Leopold ran to her with words unspoken.
The witch of the cave waved her veiny hand,
the air clouded with a storm of thick sand.
Time to rid of the witch and her wicked spell,
Leopard Girl forced the old hag in the cell.
A happy ending to make this poem complete,
two friends are together again is a treat.
Categories:
veiny, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
look at me
appear to be
Brutal, broken beauty within the villainous, vocal vision
Bold, bloody beauty within the voluptuous, virtuous vision
Bad, beauty within the vibrant, violet decision
Bald, bright beauty within the vulnerable, venomous vision
Blue, beauty within the vile, volatile, victorious, vegan vision
Brilliant, brave beauty within the vicious, vast vision
Bad, bitter beauty within the vivacious, vintage vision
Black, blonde beauty within the virgin, vain vision
Best, bouncy beauty within the vivid, versatile vision
Busy, brown beauty within the veiny, violent vision
Bubbly, beautiful beauty within the vulgar, vengeful vision
2/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
veiny, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Alliteration
veiny leaflet wisp
transported on a gentle wind
until she met a spider’s web
lacey floaty thing
imagined by a faerie king
caught hard and fast
dried and motionless now
a brown and crumbly thing
which had started out so hopeful
veiny leaflet wisp
disappearing totally
back into the earth
Categories:
veiny, god, nature,
Form: Free verse
The bones are brittle
as are the thoughts
they crumble
events of yesterdays that never happened
things that happened not remembered
today becomes another time
faces and events mingle
become a crazy quilt
He sits and stares
unaware of a spreading map
in his crotch that moves down
his legs and becomes a puddle
at his feet
His hands dangle at his sides
veiny gnarled
twitching
are they waiting for some message
from that dead brain
his pulse is almost an insult
They say he feels no pain
Categories:
veiny, anxiety, art, autumn,
Form: Free verse
The bottle was found upon the shore,
looking forlorn and green with a cork,
it wasn't impressive except that a
note was folded inside ready to be
read by the beachcomber with delight.
Seagulls encircled the event as if they
knew what the discovery was all about,
eyeing the lone man unplugging the
bottle made them more curious as he
went about with much dramatic bravo.
Placing the bottle upside down and tapping
the bottom made the yellowed note fall out,
carefully unfolding it with large veiny hands,
he read each word written in delicate and
flowery cursive as if done by a woman.
'Jonathan Dearest as I am writing this letter,
my ship is out to sea taking on water and
soon will be sinking with many on board,
including me because there are not enough
lifeboats on the Titanic...'
Categories:
veiny, farewell,
Form: Narrative
A broken muscle, pumps and slackens.
It's feeling dulled in her chest.
Lifts a hand up to feel it move,
But there's no sound beneath her breast.
The veiny parts have all been cut,
A very clever trick.
He whispers, “if I can't be with her,
I won't let her live.”
Categories:
veiny, break up, death, heart,
Form: Narrative
Storm is abrewing
Building up fiery hot air
Dragon in disguise
Flapping its green veiny wings
Making geese fly home backwards
Categories:
veiny, fantasy,
Form: Tanka
seeded in battle
growing amongst the death mass
weep
no longer in grief
blooming blooming high
veiny stem all aglitter
she
will outlive your fray
trusting the true gale
in her dance she instills mirth
cry
for the joys of life
Laura Breidenthal
March 28, 2016
For Mystic Rose’s Split Haiku Contest
Categories:
veiny, celebration, dedication, encouraging, happiness,
Form: Haiku
I see you South Carolina’s motherless child….
The chains of slavery set you free…
You are my history book and the link to my pit less soul…
Love began with you Mississippi midwife…..
Smells of Sage and Catnip, fried green tomatoes and pot liquor…
Your veiny swollen hand healed the sick and brought in new life….
Missy Anne played for your time without a lamenting thought your sister you chose ….
With loving respect I see you gazing back at me on Murdear’s bedroom wall…
Your picture yellow and cracked yet fresh with the dawn….
As your soft brown eyes and pomaded hair blew your aura into the busy confusion
of my present…
I wish for you….
I long for you…though you have transcended poverty, inadequacies, and time…
You are the balm of ancestral roots…
My darkest love is your eternal strength…
Your great gift of strength challenged me to be….
Categories:
veiny, appreciation, celebration, grandmother, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
A tiny mottled maple leaf
appeared outside my window pane.
Its superficial veiny face
Clung wet glass precariously.
Its nemesis, the wind, blew strong
But yet the tiny thing held on.
Its struggle onset reverie
I saw self-similarities:
bygone years of bold contentions
underdog I need to mention;
but like this leaf I gave my all
I cared not where the chips might fall.
As this enlightenment gave way
The wind had whisked the leaf away.
Categories:
veiny, nature,
Form: Verse
For V.R.S.
A bend, a pirouette--a flower's dance
reflects in his shadowed eyes, and in her
thorned steps, the atrophying force rooted and redoubling.
Promise me, he breathes behind a teacup
while she is encapsulated in a globe of fading light.
The briny-dotted atlases sit reverent,
assembled beside the living-
room's songs of foreign heartbreaks, each seeded and
grown rampant ivy on her mind's towers, those unseen
cracks of weathering leaving only dreams
of dreams to recirculate like seasons in a day.
Worn linen florals ebb about her body, settling in her late autumn
and hoary winter languishes beyond the pane
where wind-animate limbs, a veiny applause, galely
knock, and her upon the balustrade of
the Palladium,
Hermetic roses beneath her toes.
Were we ever as good as frozen petals?
Categories:
veiny, grandmother, winter,
Form: Free verse
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