poem

Wicked

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I created streams of pinot down your eggshell wall
Forgot the buns in the toaster, waiting for your call
I eat ice-cream in your bed because it gets me sticky n’messy
This headache screams you strayed again. Fuck’r wants to test me.

Stretched out. Entangled in your “day after” vanilla sheets
Plowing fists into the headboard provides no relief
I insanely burst at how playing the fool can sting
I howl at a cheating moon that no longer sings

As I scribble this lyric across your back wall mural
A line so insanely wicked, you will stumble upon as a bit serial
I’ll stab my i’s and slit my t’s
Bludgeon the “F“, and drag the tail on the “y” until it bleeds

Puffin smoke.  Such a sexy bloke.
These lips now spit fire. I hope you choke.
Soul shaking through. Hoping you’ll return soon.
I’ve got some thing bloody wicked

…something wicked for you….

 

Wicked

Pulchritudinous

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Good Morning
I missed your pretty face
Touch of your curvy waist
Tell me you feel the same
Don’t turn away
I’m stuck in loving thoughts
Plum cherry lips
Plumped- pucker up
Undress me with your emerald eyes
I like the way you stare
Blueberry wavy hair
Admire how your coco freckles lie
I salute them from collar to sculpted back
Remembering your marvelous mystique
Statuesque physique. Strong. Soft. Hard. Tight. Open.
I tease. You exhale the scent of an ocean breeze
I pedal down your side. Detour your thighs and melon bottom
Dipping into sweet musk and daisies…

Carousel

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carousel

I swear I’ve done this before. Rode until I was broken and sore. This carousel. Another ride lost. Would hop on and twirl. Straddle all night until my seat caught fire and turned to dust. Spin spin. A ballerina on a hot rod. Vision blurry. Hearts throb. Speeding so fast, I fumble into your wicked pod.

Ouch. I got an ouchie. Fell on my head. Whipped lips bleed. Hips slouchie. Crashed hard. Bruised and scarred. I just want to cry. Cry cry baby. Let me be your cry baby. I can’t help but cry, baby. Ever seen a man sob like a baby?

Mama warned me. She knew this wouldn’t work. Truth be told. I fein the thrill. To chase the shadows where love and pain lurk.

Release my hand. Dust the clovers from my waist. Tears have dried. I looked to your sunshine. Now I can’t bear your face. Round and round in the same space. I dreamed of shooting stars. Silly me, carousels don’t fly. Spun me along with no glittering cloud in sight.

You promised me fuckn’ nine.

You

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You never come late

When I call out

Right around the corner

As soon as I open my mouth

No one shifts me like you do

Just as I pull away

You flip me around

Beg me to stay

Take my hand

Lead the way

Fear dies

When we fall

Into each other’s eyes

And, as cheesy as it sounds

The rest of the world evaporates

When you’re around…

Hue

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Today, I set out to catch poetry
Instead came along a story
About how a brother fell into crimson red
A drop from 15 stories
About how some friends can easily forget your mourning
Then ask you to host brunch the next morning
I hear the waves crash within my most darkest blue…
The sun, a constant reminder caught on fire
Of how we are still surviving every day
Following many yellow paved roads only to uncover no answers
The greenest of money can turn kin to strangers
Trust yourself first before you give into a violet kiss
I dream in rainbow and I love in white and black
Today is a bitch orange kinda day…

 

 

Bruised

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I never mind when he takes advantage of me. Head pressed down. Slapped around and bruised. I’ll never tell. Force out smiles to distract from the swell. Hands clasped over my mouth so neighbors can’t hear the yell. Wouldn’t dare to dream of sneaking out. Too stunned to speak out.  Can’t imagine running away without you leading me by the hand. My hero. My captor. My man. My hell. My love no one will ever understand.