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  1. Light Housework

    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Know what you got, before it's lost.
    By redpathetic

    I want to align myself.
    Will you be peaceful?
    I'll summon all,
    To get through insecurity.

    Will you toss your baggage,
    For security?
    The surest there is.
    I never said I was secure.

    Have you hit the bottom yet?
    Where you stop blaming me,
    For not fulfilling you,
    With security?

    Do you feel what I feel,
    Duped, puppeted,
    Spinning your wheels,
    And fed up?

    Are you stuffed?
    To the gills.
    Can we jump off this cliff
    Together?

    Do you love me,
    Or are you still thinking,
    Floating with strings attached,
    Will you strike me,

    Puppet like,
    Or extend your feelers,
    Gentle, receptive and resolved,
    To make good use of me?
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Friendly Torment
    By redpathetic

    Dignity, with a price of sacrifice of sham.

    Just friends
    And it's far more of what I want,
    Than when we were bound to each other,
    Duty that isn't respected by us.
    Forced like a beast with a ring in its nose,
    Miserable humiliation.
    And I know we like each other better,
    When we're dignified.
    Haughty is better than horrified.
    A little love can shine through the mist this way.
     
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    A bit of laughter in this Gloomy Air
    By redpathetic

    Sadness in abandoning someone,
    Fear in moving on,
    Anger is gone,
    Anger is dormant.

    Produce an heir,
    No I won't,
    You haven't been fair,
    And I don't want anyone there.

    I leave you to grow,
    You can become wise,
    Because I leave you with the price,
    And the gift of this honesty.

    You may hate me,
    Berate me,
    Chase me, or set me up for a fall.
    I will not produce anyone at all.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Fish Bait
    By redpathetic

    Good looks
    Bring on the weak knees,
    The dreams I keep alive,
    With every ounce of stupidity,
    I can muster out of my genius,
    At lying, twisting, stretching the truth,
    So that I can believe
    I am loved, understood, adored.
    Ha, fucking ha.
    God I am pissed off,
    And frightened,
    And sorry,
    For having sold myself short.
    It's comforting to know that this will pass.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Wooden Wife
    By redpathetic

    He kissed me to life,
    But then I shone,
    And so he kissed me again,
    But woodenly, impersonally,
    To turn me back to where he'd found me,
    To turn me against the trust in my eyes,
    To back into the woodwork,
    And a termite's perspective,
    Where I couldn't threaten to outshine
    Him and his tools.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Dreamgirl Out of Control
    By redpathetic

    All I demand is to be able to trust you,
    To be gentle and kind.
    You said I was controlling,
    I say I only had my own mind.
    To you it's a crime,
    This ever widening net of accusation,
    Ever more desperate to find fault,
    To find even the flimsiest of excuses
    To give me the lash
    For breathing.
    Goodbye.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Not So Thin Ice
    By redpathetic

    A real one
    Not the thin ice that you skated on
    Cheeks rosy and eyes shining,
    Trusting

    Someone
    Appeared through the mist.
    Fished for your hand in the cold waters,
    Ached to warm your stiff lips

    Are you with your sheppard now?
    Or is it just anyone again?
    Merely looking for a this for a that,
    Who'll push you back under
    Once they've got their proof of purchase
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Waiting For Spontaneity
    By redpathetic

    My poverty makes me feel
    Unworthy of the freedom
    To profess my love and adoration
    What good could it do
    You to pay attention
    But perhaps like a drug
    You really need it.
    How do I know?
    I could be letting you down
    Not to kiss your sensitive feet.
    How to make up my mind
    But to wait for spontaneity.
     
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    Brute Lust (Don't Feed the Animals)
    By redpathetic

    When I feel I've something worth your while,
    I want to find you compatible
    I flex as far as I humanly can,
    To meet you with shock absorption
    Maximized through a tender swelling
    Like air bags in a car crash.
    To keep the dream from waking.
    By any jerkiness touching near.
    It's the life force,
    That I am,
    Wanting to make beauty
    From seeds of you
    In soil of me.
    Let it rain.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    That's All I Have
    By redpathetic

    Half Real.
    I was in love,
    With believing we trusted each other,
    And always would,
    That each of us,
    Were committed to being worthy
    Of that trust.

    Then, I became just an object in your eyes,
    Without cessation.
    I guess they'd gotten to you;
    Had you thinking you were a sissy for trusting me.
    So you showed them that you were no fool.

    When they're gone,
    I will be here,
    Though my trust will not.
    It will never be the same again.
    Just a dream half real;
    That's all I have.
    Sex was never good with you after you started proving
    To them you're no pansy,
    And to me, that you didn't understand me,
    Probably never will.

    You threw my life away,
    And thought I could be bought
    With a diamond ring.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    There Must Be a Reason
    By redpathetic

    The outside where,
    Time is expensive, is cold and wet and unlit.
    Inside, there is dry reddish velvety padding,
    Against the steel walls of a spaceship on earth,
    And squirming to please and comprehend and serve.
    Paddling in the night ocean outside of,
    The round silver craft,
    There is nothing to purchase,
    Except for sensation, and vague hope,
    That happiness is real and is deserved,
    Sometime, somewhere, somehow,
    That everything is as you'd want it to be,
    If you were to be asked for approval,
    Of the way it is,
    If you only had the whole picture,
    Vague, and dim, as the night deepens.
     
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    Ya Sure
    By redpathetic

    He is a distraction when I see him that way,
    You know, that way.
    From what I want, which is, to feel okay.
    I don't want misery,
    But that's exactly what I get,
    When I aim for that height of intense pleasure,
    When there is no target but someone who doesn't fit the projection.

    My attempt only fails,
    I am left bereft,
    And it's not right to be mad at him.
    Society tells me that he is supposed to give me that man thing,
    But I know it's not so.
    I know from my own emotions,
    It's not right to blame someone for disappointing me,
    When it is I that set up my expectations,
    Believing what was fun to believe,

    Being reckless, not seeing that I would crash,
    And who could I blame?
    Isn't it a cliche?
    Point at him and tell him to be a man?
    I point at my projection,
    My delusional mind,
    Desperation and refusal to see the signs,
    That he's just not that interested,
    In playing the role I want him to play.
    Why should I be angry at him?
     
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    Dancers Unite and Take Over
    By redpathetic

    I've had my endless days and nights of being degraded.
    My sex is not bad.
    It's no worse than your fear of showing your femininity.
    In fact, it's much superior to that.
    Your grumpy, automatic air of superiority that no one questions,
    I've had enough of this authority.
    I won't continue not to question this,
    Hiding in the dark rooms of questionable establishments,
    Ashamed of my exuberant love.
    You won't receive my apologies for daring to breathe freely anymore.
    You can put your frown in someone else's face.
    Somewhere where it will brighten up the day.
    I don't know whose...
    Maybe the kids having fun in a playground will find you amusing.
    They'll feel safe with a scowling gargoyle,
    Hissing comments about their mothers' secret selve
     
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    Dancing to Kylie
    By redpathetic

    Go dancing,
    To Kylie songs,
    Leave the potatoes alone.
    Wash your underwear by hand,
    Hang them up to dry,
    At the top of a strippers' pole.
    Perfumed by Dior.
    Get uptight about nothing,
    Except one thing.
    I want to sit in perverts' row.
     
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    You Know
    By redpathetic

    No it's not alright.
    No it's not alright.
    I won't be shoved underground,
    And be quiet.
    I'll come up from the grave,
    Just like in the horror movies.
    I'll grab your ankle,
    And I won't let go.
    I'll drag you into my grave and,
    Give you a nice big deep kiss my love.
    Deeper than any pole ever went up an undeserving hole.
    You'll taste the rot of my bones.
    You'll wish you'd been nicer, much nicer.
    But it will be too late,
    And I've got to get my kicks too, you know.
     
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    Evasion
    By redpathetic

    My feelings are something that you can't point at,
    With a paranoid and vicious finger.
    Numb to signs that run deeply,
    Through your veins, ignored, to the peril of all.
    My love, is something you can't see,
    You're eyes are frozen in fear.
    My escaped cries of pain,
    Are drowned in the loud sizzling of your own life's meaning.
    Blame it on me that you feel hollow.
    There's just something about me you don't like.
    Evidence of you.
     
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    Through the Years
    By redpathetic

    Numbing toward death,
    I smile, at how alive and well I am despite so much insult.
    A little encouragement can go a long way,
    In an obscure way,
    Deep under the surface,
    Like worms in soil,
    Love ( admiration, empathy, respect and awe ),
    Courses through my veins,
    Keeping me wanting to perform,
    Like a circus act.
     
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    I Hear You Yapping
    By redpathetic

    You tell me I should strive to be like you,
    You throw me peanuts and demand a coo.
    You don’t care about my future but I should trust you.
    I’m to be flattered you’d use me through and through.
    Never seeing what you waste,
    That part of me you’re so afraid to face,
    Never mind meet, and fertilize too.
    The parts you like to adorn yourself with,
    That prove to the world I’m born female,
    You want to stay toasty warm and never be questioned,
    Inside my curves,
    And never really know my soul,
    Though you claim loudly, prematurely, shamelessly,
    You’re the soul man who knows everything,
    That I’m lucky to have hooked up with you.
    You don’t know me.
    You know Barbie little boy.
    As Bob Dylan sang,
    It ain’t me babe.
     
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    Inside Her
    By redpathetic

    So Smart, because so complicated.
    Full of triviality.
    Sophisticated, with crushed chili.
    Red painted flames all over to signify what you're made of.
    Hotheadedness, as a way of life.

    Laugh at those who wear flowers not flames.
    Anything to be seen as bad, rebellious, sexy.
    Then, when you're no good at it anymore,
    Have some kids with your girlfriend you'll marry.

    Now you can say that you got married.
    Now you can make a case of need that isn't selfish.
    You can claw your way up without guilt,
    A family man.
    Children are expensive to care for.
    Wives are great hiding places.
     
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    Machines for Psychopaths to Play With
    By redpathetic

    I don't know what to say,
    What I should say only to myself,
    And what to share and with whom.
    Whatever I say,
    Has meaning to someone somewhere,
    And one man's insecurity is another's reason for living.
    Which man would get to me first?
    The surgeon's blade in the light,
    Or in the dark?

    The sound of the surgical theatre,
    Lorded over by a spychopathic bully,
    Sounds the same,
    As the men on the playing field,
    As I walk through the adjoining park.
    I don't bother to look any of them in the eye.
    I can feel the electricity in the air,
    That tells me,
    There is no one there.
    All of them under the spell,
    Of the mighty psychopathic bully.

    Whatever he says,
    As long as he says it with authority,
    They'll carry out with alacrity,
    So very proud of themselves for being 'men'.
    Every one of them too terrified to utter a peep of his own.
     

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