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Pretty Pretty Broken Glass

I want to fuck a gypsy man covered with hair as black as nothingness I want to fuck a man so pale my lips illuminate against his skin against his thin thin arms draped in black leather fetishes cliché and cracked in attire

I want to find his desire the fire that’s slowly killing him

Like cigarettes or friendly famine or the stress

Of thin thin dress in girl jeans he walks [no] saunters over hands in pockets hands in hair hands in pockets hands everywhere his hair as black as nothingness

I want to fuck a woman who was a man who was once a woman who dressed as a man who was once a drag queen who was once lost who was once a child until there is no longer a gender but an endless trail of nothingness

{doesn’t really matter as long as there’s a body to}

fuck

I want to fuck a bare headed woman clothed only in metal lingerie.  Who sings protest songs about wars long gone and some that never went away

I want a man dressed in silk drapes and a feathered hat of purple rain of acid rain with crooked teeth covered by enamel stained off white to look like he’s tough I want to [fuck] a tall tall man with sad sad Italian eyes with Italian eyes and olive olive skin

Who’s very very thin

With Al Palcino eyes the eyes so intense like a mass murderer with a hint of remorse no blue no gray no green no brown just amber amber seamless sound pounding in his Italian eyes that make the skies

black

Surrounded by black hair like nothingness I want to fuck a man in a scarf an ascot a scarf a turban a scarf a headband a scarf a bandanna some part of his heart

Scarves make me wet/scarves cost no rent

I want to kiss a man

Who’s really just a boy

Whose daydreams are grounded in pure reality

And wants nothing but

Black nothingness

And a gypsy’s mentality

Author notes

Lately, I've been less in tune with the world due to several taxing events.
Not only has my writing become less and less, but my ideas have drained away with the summer.
This poem was my remedy, a release of all I need to rediscover...
I just let the words flow, the only cohesive thought being the word "fuck"
I wanted to use fuck to illustrate my feelings. Right now, I am neither smart or sothispcated enough to think of another word.
With that said, this poem is one of my favorites, probably because it's so...open. I may weed from it some of it's lines for other poems though, 'specially that line about the bare headed lady...
thank you for supporting me my whole time on the site reader and taking the time to read both my poetry and this comment...
I thank you.
~Cheers Hippie

(For contest: http://allpoetry.com/poem/5708629)

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  • XmaxyXmeowX
    July 25, 2008

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    i remember vividly you reciting this in the hallway
    you make up such beauty on a whim I admire you greatly for that...
    ah the mysterious sexy aura of the gypsy. I read a book called A great and terrible beauty and the main love interest was a gypsy and they ended up making love in the last book in a mysterious wonderland..*sigh*
    but i love this poem


  • cinderellahips
    May 20, 2008
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    and


  • cinderellahips
    May 20, 2008

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    "I want to fuck a woman who was a man who was once a woman who dressed as a man who was once a drag queen who was once lost who was once a child until there is no longer a gender but an endless trail of nothingness"

    that is fucking beautiful.


  • nikkia
    April 10, 2008

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    this was amazing! it was so honest and real, it was also very unique, which is what i'm looking for so awesome job! i absolutely loved it, the journey it takes you on is unlike any other poetry i have read. you seem to have a very unique voice so keep it up! thank you for the entry and good luck in the contest


  • MissApparition
    April 10, 2008

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    Wow...gritty and in your face, but so real and so passionate... I really liked this write. I think that the way you allowed your mind to take you to places you didn't think about beforehand is what makes this piece work so well.

    I love the imagery too...and gypsy men...LOL Nice work!


  • Keyser Soze
    January 17, 2008

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    Wow, a stunning collection of words that are most close to truths and could only be described well enough by your own -
    "It's a ramble, a mess up words that flow one into each other...once you hear spoken, it sounds better to the mind...it does make you tired and confused, but it's a set of constant motion with one word
    stops"

    I think you just rocked my world..


    • positive anarchy
      January 17, 2008
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      Wow, sorry for the HORRENDOUS grammar in that quote you applauded...*blushes* I fixed it below...
      anyways, THANK YOU...that was one of the most touching comments I've ever recieved..."could only be described well enough by your own." What a compliment! I'm grinning and blushing all at the same time! After viewing your impressive author page, I was all the more impressed and gratified you should shower me with such praise...thank you again.
      I really love this poem and the idea it changed someone else the way it changed me makes me feel...I don't know, like I'm continueing some chain of change, of life, of experiance, of a revolution...starting way before me and ending way past you...

      How peculilar, but also, how wonderful an idea..
      I need to view a few of your poems!
      ~Hippie
      (love the icon...V is an amazing anarchist)

  • vertigo beat
    October 26, 2007

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    I like to think of myself as a gypsy

    This was awesome.


  • birch
    October 25, 2007

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    i actually really dig this. to be honest, i'm tired and will need to read it again but it's more memorable than almost all of the other writes so far. i even like the format, but if you are going to use the paragraph style i would suggest some punctuation as i didn't know when to pause my breath or thought. dusty


    • positive anarchy
      October 27, 2007
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      it's a ramble, a mess of words that flow one into each other...once you hear them spoken, it sounds better to the mind...it does make you tired and confused, but it's a set of constant motion with one word
      stops

      or something like that...
      thanks so much for your input!
      ~hippie


  • k8fairy
    September 24, 2007

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    I really liked this, all flowy and repeated, you did that a lot to, I thought that helped to hold it together a lot. Jumpy screwy love crazy.

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