part eaten it was laced with her saliva
Pradip Chattopadhyay
Pradip Chattopadhyay
Apr 3      Apr 3

At one corner of the subconscious
she waits to land on my dream

this morn too she came

offering my hungry mouth
a piece of guava
part eaten it was laced with her saliva

stoked my lust from the first bite
she never ages a bit
wished she came to me on each night
bringing youth endlessly sweet!

Travis McCullers
Travis McCullers
Dec 8, 2011

Vlad the Impaler ate human flesh in a room choked with corpses
Whilst Ivan the Terrible liked to cook them up in frying pans
And in much the same way—I am in thrall to your tastes
To be devoured by your sycophantic lusts
To savor every kneading second
Til I am licked off of your fingers.

Hayley Neininger
Hayley Neininger
Mar 18, 2013

How smart we were to eat pieces of one another
To keep small portions of each other
Hidden cleverly inside us
The little bits of you secretly tickling
The inside of my stomach
They don’t feel like butterflies
More like birds of prey
Dancing with angels
Their wings brushing up against me
When the joy of their movements
Allow them to forget themselves
And spread their wings full.

I need to stop writing about movies.

Just writing for precedent, or so I keep writing later if precedent works there.
Thinking about metre and it's slow going because all I want to do has already been here or so far off thinking about it gives me a thousand yard stare.

Trapped in myself has become my event horizon. Building cities for my heart out of poop and hair to keep it turned on.

Thinking about old people i know who stopped doing their compulsive creative medium at some point in their lives.
I imagine what stopped them was ease and some contract in blood they signed for their eager calling from about 50 years down the line and a crawling mammal which has hold of their mind.

Then that puts my tiny light in perspective and i forget after tapping my wrist to remember.
One day of that that mystified group of adults given to their fearful balmy impulses and I'll be a member.
I think this on my weaker days.
It makes me more friendly in some ways.
When have i wanted to be that when it comes down to it.
When this meager neglect sentiment ignorant of relative need well aware of the rifts of spirit between those
with and without means. It starts to pick up the toys from floors
while he's sleeping.

Austin Sessoms
Apr 27, 2012

silence in the skies
plumage floats in little tufts
great cat stalks away

Krista Marie Mac
Krista Marie Mac
Feb 10, 2013

an insecure first
a demon
a whore
a fire
a straight girl
a bird
an enigma

in moth-eaten coats.
Richard
Apr 5, 2013

we are all drop-dead wire hanger children
who still cling to mama’s skirt when she tells us to go free
because we have lost the wings that kept us grounded;
on gray skies and blue-black, bruised blood we flew
before the flood came down and washed away the meat
leaving only metal skeletons of our universal selves, our
heartbeats pressed inside paper envelopes, stored away
in moth-eaten coats.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
Poet B Lee
May 5, 2010

I am a half eaten sandwich,
Good enough to sustain you, but with only a part of myself.

I am a half eaten sandwich in America,
like the country, you too are wasteful.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
the likes of which are too large for you to consume.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
that has grown cold as it is forgotten.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
but someone, somewhere, would eat me.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
your belly so full of yourself.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
that will nourish the one that is starving--

For  I am not to be wasted.

Queen Poetess B  © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved
I'm eaten alive my breath I expel,
patty m
May 14

Demonic terror, abstract design,
my wardrobe strait jackets,
my coffin sweet pine.
Unanswered questions whirl through my brain,
imagination or am I insane?
Vague accusations, somebody grieves
I'm dead to the world but to life I still cleave.
Festering wounds break open and crack,
the naval cord festers it's turning jet black.
Phantasmal nuns run here and there,
passing out bibles, chanting a prayer.
The cigarette's glow touches my skin,
I ache and climax, rejecting my sin.
An apocalypse storm churns a black sea
wide spread destruction chaotic in me.
Mastiffs from hell guard all the cages,
in my padded cell a religious war rages.
Dante's inferno, the bottomless pit,
they're having a luau and I'm on the spit.
I'm coming apart, the center won't hold,
the nightmare gathers black sheep to its fold.
I'm eaten alive my breath I expel,
I'm leaving this world,
I'll see you in hell!

I dreamt I was eaten by a large dog beast,
David Bird
David Bird
May 11, 2010

Last night I had an unusual dream,
But not the type that would make you scream.

I dreamt I was eaten by a large dog beast,
It must have thought me part of a feast.

From inside its mouth I had a friend on my shoulder
He was clever and helpful, and I felt bolder.

He told me to avoid the sphincter muscles,
Should I wish to emerge with minimum tussles.

Instruction said that the safest way through
Was to be forced out while inside a pooh.

After kicking my way out of the crusty turd,
I woke up and thought that was bloody absurd.

*This must be in my top 5 weirdest dreams of all time!*
 
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