Box's Poetry Collection

Often updated, a collection of my poetry kept here to avoid cluttering my portfolio! :D

Poison Hands

Tender steps from such a dangerous being,
A gentle caress from such toxic hands.
Venomous eyes pierce my very being,
Making my heart race to unknown places.
So very sweet
Yet so very short lived.
Such a dangerous game leaves me oh so very breathless.
My eyesight begins to waver;
My breath is short and filled with ideals.
Each day the poison in my nerves grows louder,
Begging for your gentle touch
To finally ease the growing ache I bear.
The world may finally burn around me,
Society crumble into dust,
But so long as I feel your embrace,
Your tender embrace,
Your toxic embrace,
Your perfect embrace;
Perhaps I might find a bit of comfort
Until the voices beg for another touch.


Buzzing

An inane sound fills my thoughts.
It’s because you’re beside me, isn’t it?
This unrelenting hum in my brain
It never leaves me if you’re around.
Like an enraged hive is set loose in my brain
Buzzing and stinging my hypothalamus;
Is it really organic?
Something fictional?
Or is this a disease you’ve inflicted onto me?
Get out, out, out of my head.
Please make the buzzing pain stop.

Suddenly, quiet.
Even with your skin against mine, quiet.
Finally, quiet.

But the passion you had died with it,
Eyes left bitter and dull
Like a long-dead mermaid in a fish tank.

Bring the buzzing back.
I’m begging the buzzing to return.
Please.

Please.


An Itch

Another stroke of the pen.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Is it enough to earn your gaze?
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Did you think of me today?
The scratching gets louder.
What did you do today?
Frantic feelings scratch out.
Did the words make sense?
Furious scratching.
Do you even understand me?
Scratching, incessant scratching.
Can you hear me anymore?

The scratching stops.
A lone pen and a blank page,
As if nothing was written.

Such is love.
Such is life.


A Husk, A Stone

I say I am a husk, emotionless as stone.

I feel the crystals of sand under my skin
The breeze changes from pine to sickly salt
And intoxicates me with rich sensations.

I feel the groan and creak of roots
Growing and changing
From saplings to rotting floorboards
The earthly smell reminds me of home.

The oncoming rain brings street life to a half
Couples scramble for cover hand in hand.
They do not see me, I do not move.
I simply absorb the falling rain
And the feelings inside it.
Bitter, like human regret.

The many sights and sounds humanity has,
Many flavors offered to those who listen.
Yet the fall on deaf ears and muted tongue
I sigh, wondering when lying became so easy.

I say I am a husk, emotionless as stone.


Delusion

My ears burn bright
The gentle caresses of your words maddening
Caressing my mind with
Gentle tones and a warmth in your voice
Melting me into a puddle of myself

I’m beside myself in this revelation
How long were these words held back?
How long did these words fight to be freed?
Did they truly hold any weight to you
Or like the wind
Did they pass you without a thought?

Still,

My aching heart begging for a sign
Takes greedily what manipulation
What scraps it can get
It’ll starve by morning light anyway.

I’ll kill you and eat your heart
Since it’s the only way I can have it.
Delusional I’ll be
But one with you as well.
Forever, forevermore.


Colors

I’ve thought about the people in my life
In colors and hues.

A sunny yellow smile.
Melancholic blue eyes.
A fiery red, hearty laugh.

I take my brush and paint out my life
Borrowing a drop from the memories made.

Lately I’ve run low on colors to use.
My yellows peel away so quick,
The blues drench every canvas to nothing,
The reds once passionate,
Now hardly a whisper, barely there.

Still, I continue to paint.
Using monochrome feelings on canvas,
Mauve I’ll fill in the blanks someday
With all the colors I once missed.

I’ll think about the people in my life
In lovely colors and hues.

I wonder what color I am
On the canvases of others.


Refusal

You’ve drawn me besides you
As if we’re a couple on a date.
Just friends however, a defeated affair
The fire searing my soul can’t be quelled;
Not fast enough to leave me unscathed.
Still I hide the scars of my own naivety
And continue to smile and laugh;
I refuse to be the downfall of friendship.

More time passes.
More fires quenched.
More encounters had.
I’m nothing but scar tissue now,
But I hide with sand to avoid your worry.
I refuse to be the downfall.

You’re nothing but a memory now,
Gentle gazes and missed embraces
Now a lingering thought and nothing more.
Would it really have been the downfall?
I refuse to think about what could’ve been.
I refuse.


Leave it to you?

Please don’t tease my fragile heart;
One that’s known nothing but pain,
Pain from those who were supposed to be
Kind, caring, loving.

I should be loved for who I am,
Not because I fill a hole or role.
I want to be loved,
Not just the idea of me, but all of me.

Can’t I be loved when I’m mad?
Can’t I be loved when I’m sad?
Can’t I be loved as more than an idea?

How many times have you said those words
Only to fill your own ideals?
I should not be loved like that,
Just so you don’t feel lonely.
It almost enrages me,
Like I was taken advantage of for my naivety;
I didn’t know how to love,
So you made my love my undoing
And your therapy.

I can’t bear to leave now.
I can’t bear to be the bad guy.
Best to leave it to you.