Like a gift box, and I can't get past the ribbon

this present at the altar that keeps us living

I must, I will; open this out for all to see —

breaking scores of heavy diamond bladed scissors

To accept my fill of struggling with the Not.

#Frustration #Limitation

She was so lovely when she smiled -

a lavender vision in yonder field.

But oh, the brutal battles we fought

screaming and yelling word daggers.

Assault aimed in loud sound waves

piercing our bones and laying waste

to our battered war torn souls.

Ragged stimulus to evolving lust

she bit my lips first in anger

and then sucked ravenously on them

with a purity that belied her truth.

I grabbed her wet naked body

as she turned from me with scorn.

My frustration mounted, peaks of rage

I held her down and plunged within.

She freed one hand and slapped my face

then moaned and trailed her tongue

like a wet snail down my torso,

brought me to that liquid place once again

before leaving me alone in tangled sheets

disdain for me walking with her footsteps.

The war bruising our tattered pith

began to raise its threatening battle cries.

Reluctantly I knew I must arm myself and fight

challenge of battleground before she destroyed me,

trapping me wavering in our war zone forever.

#Challenge #Frustration #erotica

Sleep illudes this fragile shell,

I toss and turn in a slow torment

silent utterances begging for rest,

followed by infuriated groans,

until finally the sheath is cracked,

and there is nothing keeping me in,

no rest to be had for the unglued,

nay or joyful waking,

nor peaceful company kept,

for nights long bereft of sleep,

make a dreadful being.

Why can't I submit

an entry

Even though

I click

the funny little

button on the screen

a

million

trillion

quadrillion

whatever comes after that

times?

Sabotage!

Jealousy!

Hijinx!

Obviously someone is

T E R R I F I E D

Of my poetic

Gen-

ius

To arms!

And other

Lines

Possibly borrowed

from

Shakespeare

(but not

confirmed)

I won't become your social experiment

Don't play with me without consent

The next time you touch me

You might taste what you bleed

Brace your face for impact

Laser guided words with speed

Can you even

Comprehend what you read?

One way or another

I found optimism in

The fact we were brothers

So oddly abashed

I just propagated indifference

But away from your psychosis

I now seek deliverance

I felt the sting of their stare

Upon some ridiculous stage

As I averted my gaze

Seemingly-timidly down the floor

Choking back my swallowed rage

Burning my tolerance

From sore beyond raw

Affecting then times of any

Kindness & charity spent

Goodwill transitioned

Diffusing into malcontent

Leaving then a search instead

Concentrating rather root intent

Chewing mouths & dripping chins

Instantly disgust sets in

Half a planet obese

The rest too thin

Momentary imagined sin

Twisted-fuckin-morbid grin

No words conveyed what I wanted to say

Thoughts disembowel...

Silent anger holstered

& tucked precariously away

Dream of what's right

As witness to wrong

Ignorance complicit

Gone far too long

This compass may enlighten

A particular sense of direction

Integrity-or others lack thereof

Just may edge insurrection

Surging patriots-emerging-wait for it

Fertile ground may run rampantly red

But will any worth arise

From those who fall dead...?

Signs from the sky

Wasting time

Neglected complacency

No longer benign

With a clenched fist-the severed resist

Tracking Points don't miss

Headshots-targets-

Down the list

Up in arms

Crossing that line

Pushing the limit

Of how bright one can shine

A beating heart is where one finds

All required for liberation of mind

Every sacrifice made & groundwork laid

Proceeding afraid in bravery defines

How one is made

With an invincible spine

"Spearhead break through the line, flank all around. Soldiers of attrition foward your ground."

J. Hanneman / T. Araya

"...And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night, that our flag was still there..."

F. S. Key

The flame flickers at the end of his cigarette

The memories of last night make his eyes become wet

It seems all that he feels lately is anger and sorrow

It becomes increasingly difficult to look towards tomorrow

He knows life isn't meant to be carefree and easy

Positive thoughts are looked at as cheesy

Wondering why he can't catch a break

Expectations of others was his big mistake

He lets out his anger on all who will listen

Into the wind, he finds himself pissin

The cards stacked against him, but he is the dealer

He alone must fix things, he alone is the healer

This strawberry rage

a lioness set free

from her cage.

This hunger

set from within

a blazing fire

burning her skin.

This furry

grazing her heart

her soul,

body and mind.

Beware of this anger

she keeps inside

because if you let it out

it will burn you alive.

This lusciously red

and sugary sweet,

burning you heavily

and setting your world in flames

This gorgeously scented

strawberry rage.

"Do you want to be a kind person and lock the door for me?"

"No, I don't really want to be a kind person."

"Okay, can you do it anyway?"

"Do what?"

"lock the door."

"Is that an order?"

"Can you lock the door on my way out!?"

"I am physically capable of such a task, yes."

"For heaven's sake, would you just lock the door!"

"I don't see how heaven would benefit from me turning a latch on-"

"Jeezus kuraist."

"My name's not Jeezus, it's Ven"

-sobbing noises-

"What's wrong?"

"You won't lock the door for meeee~"

"You didn't ask me to."

"VEN! MAY YOU PLEASE, MOVE YOUR DERRIÈRE OFF THE COUCH, FOLLOW ME TO THE DOOR, AND TURN THE LITTLE GOLDEN LATCH INTO ITS DOOR-FRAME SOCKET ONCE I STEP OUT OF THE HOUSE!?"

"There's no need to yell."

-footstep noises-

-door opening-

-door closing-

-silence-

-DOOR OPENS VIOLENTLY-

"VEN WHY HAVE YOU NOT LOCKED THE DOOR YET!!!!!"

"I got confused."

"HOW!? HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY GET CONFUSED AT THIS POINT!?!"

"You said to turn the little golden latch."

"Yes! the golden latch rriiiggghhtttt there!"

"But that's more of a sunset bronze, we don't have a golden latch."

(ಠ___ಠ)

Big and plump

They all fall down

Transparent and clear

Originated from a frown

From a blue, sad song

Formed a little raindrop

That glided on my nose

Onto the floor it dropped

A smile that formed

From a little remembering

Of memories once burned

Forgotten for centuries

Some small,

Some big,

Some came running faster than lightning

Some fell inches apart

As I fell on my knees, sobbing

Drip,

Drip,

Drop

The rain had stopped

Out of my window

As I stare at the treetop

But my sobs won’t stop

And my tears fall down

Big and plump

They all fall down

Boredom is a virus, one that mutates every moment, for it does not want to be killed. Most come into boredom when the sun is shining the brightest and you’re stuck indoors. No one is immune to it because boredom is the only disease created by your very own mind and it knows your weak spots. Boredom can be seen in the dead eye stare of a person's whose phone has just given way to a crappy battery life. This disease can be spread through lack-luster and mono-tone speeches. Classrooms, doctors offices, cubicles at four o'clock are all feeding grounds for this wild virus. But look on the bright side of thi-, oh wait there isn't one.

Boredom is a mental superpower giving you the all-mighty ability to slow down time whenever there seems to be nothing to do. The ability to look at any clock and crush every bit of hope you had left in your body. It provides the strength to carve any funny word or picture your tired imagination can think of into a desk. Boredom is the ability to flunk any pop quiz because you spaced out right and forgot you were on Earth. Boredom is the ability to fill any page no matter how big with doodles of stick figures, cubes and those weird S things.

When you are bored you discover new things in your surroundings. Like how there are 67 ceiling tiles in the classroom. Or how there is three pieces of gum stuck to the bottom of my desk, one red piece and two blue pieces. Boredom is counting how many students there are in your class and then recounting four times because you keep forgetting that weird kid in the back. Boredom is figuring out that the teacher has ten pictures of his family throughout his desk and back wall, three of which are of his dogs. Boredom is realizing that those pictures are some of the only things that allow him to get through each day with a purpose, because even he gets bored of this job.

Boredom is realizing that you are not the only bored on in your class. Boredom is something that everyone gets and no one knows why we only have the attention span of an ant because the guys researching that crap got bored. Boredom is looking around in your class and seeing that everyone is looking off into space and knowing that none of them realize how funny they look with their mouths wide open. Boredom does not kill; boredom does not consume your entire life just the moments that are not interesting and unfortunatly no one can avoid getting bored. Boredom is funny and boredom is annoying but best of all boredom can force you to take a moment of your boredom to appreciate how beautiful the world is right outside your window.