Arturo Fuente
Arturo Fuente
Sep 12, 2013

i can taste the sun
the brain in my hand
pistol lightning
charm her, Rattle.

dreams of recycling
bins—flash gates
preacherless tongues
gapped at the beginning.

landed on ceilings
broken oranges
screams traveling
nowhere. failed aptitudes.

three point five degrees
of divine separation
talon whips
where is concentration?

cage patterns
thirty sixth
flattened lockers
against linoleum grass.

Bailey
Bailey
Mar 12

I shed you
                              Tore you off
                                   Against a rock
                            Winding and
                    Slithering
                            Until every
                                      Inch
                                Every glistening
                                               Inch
                                  Was free

                              And I ate you
                                    Sorry

                           I couldn't breath

As a charmer's flute is to a snake.
Jessie
Jessie
Jan 17, 2013

Your goofy grin is to me
As a charmer's flute is to a snake.
Serenade and seduce me,
Oh mystical one.
Wherever you smile,
Wherever you play,
I will follow.

Sami
Sami
Jan 21, 2013

Feel free to constrict me
Steal my last breath,
Strike at me and
Wrap around me
When I least expect it.
Warm scales on my trembling skin
I promise it won't hurt.
I want it so bad.

Danielle Rose
Danielle Rose
Sep 30, 2012

Soundwaves Break
Vibrating through as
his heart swells
Building up sensations
an unignorable spell
Releasing an excitment
so divine he slides
out of his hiding
and begins to rise

See, see the tiny sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me, Tony do you
Wonder why the armadillo ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel churned.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your giffengididdle facial growth
That looks like
A mold.
What's more, it knows
Your pantsy potting shed
Smells of booger.
Everything under the big tiny sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm garlics.

The charmer of limbs will fall
Lucy Tonic
Lucy Tonic
Nov 26, 2011

She doesn't aim to kill
She rather puncture, amputate, deform
She's never done spinning her web
Even when you're paralyzed

She magnifies her lies
And calls it transformation
Convincing others you're a burden
Who needs to be put out of her misery

She doesn't believe in raising the dead
But she's an expert in lowering the living
The sudden best friend who keeps her enemies closer-
(An angel with no motives is a demon in disguise)

She's dancing and singing in my opera of horror
She's happy to play the part
She's waiting for my lavish palace of wonder
To turn into a grotesque carnival of mirrors

As underneath those China eyes and pirate smile
Hides a latrodectus blackbird-
Leaving her venom and sucking your essence
So she can fly

So don't be fooled by the lack of red-
She keeps the hourglass in her head
She's in the business of changing names
Passing to you the hysterics of Jane
(Claire, I can't find you in there)

Thriving on your denial
Creative only in deception
She'll put your footprints on a devil's pact
And call it her reception

True as any fallen black wing
She only shows herself in shadows
The little, rogue, blood-thirsty fiend
Loves to get her hands dirty in private

But while she drinks from the cup of others' sorrows
Thinking she has lightning in a bottle
She may forget that one of these tomorrows
Her beloved beast will turn on her

Living in her kingdom of jewels
She would've gotten away unscathed
Pity, the infrastructure wasn't infused
With wisdom-
The charmer of limbs will fall

(Silly girl,
Robots aren't sacred)

Sergio MP
Sep 17, 2013

From tonight I can assure one thing,
not three, not two, just one sole thing.
This night I knew and knew for good,
that life was kind and life was good.
I rest assure, now that I know,
there are no up's, there are no low's.
And here's that thing, that thing I've learned,
The sun, like me, fell under your spell.

The sun shall rise and the sun shall fade,
when you say "good morning" and you say "sleep well".
No minute early, no minute late,
the sun is bound just to your face.
My life will keep this new-found sense,
my breathing tuned to your heart's pace.
The days don't follow the sun's advice,
'cause time will stop whenever you smile.

My world turns no more around a star,
but around an angel, who'll be my wife.

Abigail
Abigail
Mar 7

"TAKE IT WITH A GRAIN OF SALT" BUT YOU DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS HOLDING THE POISON IN HIS MOUTH; THE SAME TONGUE THAT MADE A BED OF FLOWERS SHOT VENOM DOWN YOUR THROAT

When I take a new girl out on a date
I tell them I slipped poison into their wine
and the antidote is on my penis.

 
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