Em E: Favorites

Jul 2017 Em E

Akira Chinen

You tie me down to a bed of lust
with your silken verse
and slide the hands
of your come hither
and **** me poetry
over my sweating flesh
and cause the ambitions
of my sins to grow
as you spit out
the ***** things you want to do
with your lips painted
in wicked hues
and poisoned reds
and playfully strip us down
with your wet tounge
full of metaphors
until our clothes
and skin
and bones
are burning in your words of fire
and we become nothing more
than flames within
the whims of your desire
and take us to dark places deep
to penetrate beyond who we are
and turn us into
prayers of moans
and forbidden waves of sound
and light bent over
and arched
and twisted
and contorted limbs
no longer able to tell who is who
as we become a dance
of carnal acts
of primordial ooze
and then with a simple line
whispered in my ear
you bring me crashing back through
the stars
and doors
and flesh
and pin me back down
to your bed of life
and lust
and love
and death
and drain me with one final kiss
of molten bliss
that draws out the eruption
felt pass through dying soul
and trembling heart
and quivering flesh
and I rise and die again
in the beauty of your bed
made of words of fire
and ash
and burning poetry

Jul 2017 Em E

soft sins

Jul 2017 Em E

Akira Chinen

soft sins

Whisper to me of soft sins
and hard moans
I want to know
who you are in the dark
When you are naked and alone
I want to feel the stain
of your wet kisses
up and down my kneck
Push me onto my back
and carve your name
into my chest
Sink your teeth
into the corner
of the inside of my thigh
There is no pain
when I have the pleasure
of being in the reflection
of the carmel desire in your eyes
Pull me under the secret universe
you hide in the mad love
within the pulse
and rhythm of your stars
Drown my breath in the colors
and pallet of the beauty
of your blood red lips of lust
Leave the scent
and taste of your flower
To haunt the eternal hunger
you have seared
into the marrow of my bones
It is only by the warmth
of your breath
that I can enjoy death
and rise and die again

Jul 2017 Em E

the caged heart

Jul 2017 Em E

Akira Chinen

the caged heart

The dull thud in his chest beat slowly over and over and the echo of shattered eternities dripped slowly from the corners of his bloodshot eyes and tears made of turpentine crawled down his cheek leaving behind the memories of what once was in slow moving pictures made of ash and smoke and the embers danced their last steps in the dying flames of things that would not be again and he choked it all down as he tried to hold it all in and he buried it all and he caged it all up and he chained it all down and he clipped the wings and he poured himself a mixture of gasoline and blood and whiskey and pain and misery and a small dose of **** it and he stirred it all up in his skull full of dead dreams and poured it down his wheezing throat and swallowed hard and long and it hit his gut and sank into the hollow places of his bones and for a moment the thud in his chest stopped and he smiled briefly and then slowly the dull thud in his chest began again and he could hear it under all the dirt and from inside the cage wrapped in chains and bleeding from where its wings had once been and everything hurt and it all hit him at once and everything poured back out and he found strange comfort swimming in the misery of it all and he saw the beauty within suffering and then realized the truth of why the caged heart sings

Jul 2017 Em E

Parameters

Jul 2017 Em E

River

Parameters

When did I ***** these parameters,
From which I can't escape
Since when did I hem myself in so tightly
That I can't breathe, that I refuse to let myself be
I made rules for myself
To deter myself from getting hurt
But these rules are suffocating me,
Suffocating my autonomy
What happened to the days when I proclaimed boldly
That I would grow up to be just like Amelia Earheart
Fearlessly flying beyond any limitations
Until I am boundless,
Beyond the limitation of my body
Why has the trauma of adolescence and the uncertainty of adulthood
Made me such a calculated, cynical being,
Begging the ineffable for meaning?
Digging for the answers of what I'm supposed to be
Can females be forward and pursue their dreams?
Without the fantasy of a man who would provide stability
I guess the world has made me scared
Of the reality of being a woman
That wanting a man
Feels like a necessity, like a security blanket,
Or a gun
To ward off these crimes against womanhood
But it's really a flaw in perspective,
Women may be the victim of ****** oppression,
Being used as flesh mannequins to penetrate and beat,
A weaker vessel on which to release the pent up rage of the patriarchy
But I shall persist, nonetheless,
For when the whole world is against me
I rise
I've been a victim for too long
But in my victimhood I have found that I am strong
And that the only security I need
Is this relentless heart,
Living for a cause
So that maybe oneday, more people's eyes will be open to see,
And soon we'll just be able to breathe
Without all this trauma and worldwide unease
Death has become defeated,
So, I must live without parameters,
I must be fearless.

Jul 2017 Em E

a love unbroken

Jul 2017 Em E

Akira Chinen

a love unbroken

speak to me honestly of pain
and of love
of things broken and cruel
of things soft and kind
give me a glimpse of what it is
that you are under your skin
of the things that can't be seen
in the mirror
or the reflection of blind eyes
show me the song
and the lyrics
and the sound
of the beauty you seek
and the truth your heart speaks
when you're alone in the dark
tell me your story
and I'll share all my lies
peel back the sin of your lust
and let the devil on your shoulder
****** what little innocence I have left
leave me naked and wanting
under the stars beneath your skirt
take me to the heaven of your universe
show me the arch of your spine
under the moon dreaming
of the curve of your lips
pull my heart from my ribs
and wear it around your neck
on a sting made of flame
pulled from a cloud
where lost dragons sleep
whisper your name
in the language of leaves
place a trail of the broken pieces of me
along the path of the mountain
that time has forgotten
and where eternity echoes
and madmen dance
and we need not make a sound
and we need not to pray
and we need not any of our human misery
and all we have to do is listen
as we melt into the rhythm
of a love unbroken