with the handsome devils
ZinaLisha
ZinaLisha
Jun 12      Jun 12

I have missed
out on the thrills
of being a soft place
between a rock
and a hard place
which is a bad boy

I was afraid
of becoming a toy
a welcome mat,
stepped on repeatedly
covered in dirt
and worthlessness

because of fear
I found myself
held hostage to boring love
with good guys
who in the end
only proved
to be ugly lies

which led
to my beautiful cries
in the end,
I should have taken my chances
with the handsome devils
who were at least good at dancing!

Never would have believed good guys could break hearts. Guess they were never good from the very start.
#dance   #good   #bad   #devils   #boys   #handsome  
I hate when I’m trying to be handsome
Josh
Josh
Jul 7

I hate when I’m trying to be handsome
and a more handsome man stands next to me and handsomes harder than I can.

''Surely you can handsome somewhere else,'' I say with passion
to the man who is dressed in ridiculously good fashion.

But he just stands there handsoming even harder than I could dare...
Even if I were wearing my pair of Prada underwear.

So I turn up my nose and ''hmmph'' out loud,
then handsome off to a less fashionable crowd.

''Oh, what success I've found,'' I say in more of a murmer.
Then handsome away to be handsome further.

This sounds egoistical, but it's just meant to be taken lightly :)
Handsome is as handsome does.
next stop
11 hours ago

Handsome is as handsome does.

Two-timing, lying, and stealing from you.
Maybe he is even violent when he
doesn't get his way?

Handsome is as handsome does.

Are you tired of paying the rent?
Giving him money for the things he wants.
Does his looks make you forget the ugly
things he does to you?

Handsome in the end, turns out to be very  ugly.
You need to get past the eyes, smile, and lies.
What you are left with is an empty shell
that someone else would throw away....

Handsome is as handsome does.

hey handsome with african features that brought me h
taijarea darius
Jul 10, 2013

hey handsome with african features that brought me home
i used you for what its worth. hearts that never twined togather
kissing you was a pleasure of mine. growing weak with every moment
loving you never experienced. sex with you was me comparing
hey handsome with african features that brought me home
confused wanting to trust, love.  as i try to let go only pushed you further
we held each other hostage that night your hands touched my soul
hey handsome with african features that brought me home
its good bye for now until the stars line up and you are found

But I saw a handsome mystery.
Angelique Paolucci
Angelique Paolucci
Jul 12, 2013      Jul 13, 2013

You were magnificent.
Everyone saw danger in
Black jeans with ink black boots
But I saw a handsome mystery.

People said that you were begging
For trouble and that you were
Going no where fast.

My friends said that you would break my heart
And lead me down a path that
Ended in a not so nice place.

You were my first love.
I remember the smell of
Cigarettes and alcohol clinging to you.

You were my first drug.
I injected myself with your presence
And gulped down your lies
Like the cheap beer we bought.

One midnight I creeped out
To meet you at that bar
Where no one in their right mind
Would go.

Smoke was heavy in the air
And sex was going on in dark corners.
Alcohol flowed freely and showed no sign of stopping.
It was there that we kissed.

Two turbulent years later
We had moved up to that section of the woods
Where people got high.
You stared at the stars but
You seemed to see through them.

It was there that I said,
"I love you."
Those little words danced on the wind
And quietly entered your ear.

At first you didn't do anything
Then you slowly moved your face
Towards mine.

The moonlight shone down and
The stars were on fire,
They were so bright.

You stared at me.
No, through me.
In that moment I realized something.

Everyone was right.
You were trouble,
On the fast track to no where,
And danger in black jeans.

My heart shattered to pieces.
I left you
And that dark path that you led me down.

Even now as I lay in bed,
Aching for your touch
I regret nothing.

You are still magnificent.
My drug in black jeans with matching boots.
My handsome,
Handsome
Mystery.

The Kat
The Kat
Feb 23

He's a clean-cut all American California boy.
His tan seems to last all year
His laugh makes angles turn their heads
He makes me want to melt into a puddle on the floor
the way he sticks out his tongue when he makes a goal, basket, or touch-down
Is it cliché to fall in love with one of the most popular kid in school
when I'm the one of the weirdest

half-naked and handsome,
Francis Thomas Sanchez

Remember, that chaos first was a primordial deity,
Chaos; the nothingness from which all else sprang
headfirst and heartfelt,
half-naked and handsome,
hook, line and... halibut.

All of this,
every measurable moment,
every particle,
every object set forth in motion
sprang from a void so harmoniously
as if the absence of everything was kissed
sudden
by the presence of something.

Often depicted with wings, a bow, and a quiver of arrows,
Cupid, son of Venus - goddess of love,
son of Mercury - god of trade,
his story,
almost identical in Greek and in Roman
mythology,
his story, about a couple of gods
who seem so inherently human by nature,
jolted by jealousy,
dumbstruck by beauty,
hellbent on immortality,
his story has been hallmarked
as red hot velvet rose petal fine wine
and symmetrical hearts.
Wrapped in tin foil red ribbons
bitter-sweetly sugarcoated
dipped in thin layer of chocolate
taste-tested and lover approved.

Remember that scene in Hook
where Tinkerbell leaves her footprints on Peter's chest,
well that's you and that's me--
touch me where my heart beats
because I don't ever wanna be a lost boy.
I wanna grow up like a good bedtime story
with morals
and purpose,
I wanna have meaning.

You might say that Cupid found himself.
You might say that Psyche found her soul.
You might say that Tinkerbell was just faking it--
with the clapping.
Truth is, we can never know the whole story--
the complete truth.
Problem is, we think we can
and act like we do.
So the only time we mean what we say
is the first time we say it,
every utterance thereafter is just an attempt
at recreating a moment.

I love you
is a paraphrase
that deserves three separate ellipses
because there's a lot left unsaid.

I (distinctively remember shadow-boxing with)
love (against a star-dotted sky anchored to a
moonlight so vibrant it can only be compared to)
you (and your tidal waves).

And that's where I fell
headfirst and handsome.

I (was punched-drunk by a kiss so breathless
that it spiked my dopamine to a volume
that can only be described as) love
(in that every time my neurotransmitters feel) you
(they spin themselves dizzy and dance to your science).

There was a moment in the absence of everything
when I was kissed silent by the presence of something.

Hold me to your breastplate.

I don't ever wanna go back to the void.



02/09/2010

of his handsome youth.

He belches verses of prayer
from the acidity of his gut,
staggering upright
on two toddler feet,
he trails drunkenly
to the fridge,
scarce with only a few dented beers,
a bucketful of ice to feed him,
till the next scroungers pay-check is due.

Cracking open a frozen one,
it hisses a warrior's cry,
loud in the stillness
then dies swiftly,
as he raises the carcass to his split lip
swilling alcoholic entrails
round him gums.

Wincing slightly,
the beer half-empty in his hand,
he twitches a pink eye
in pain
as something rolls
around his jaw,
the made-of-man pinball stage
has begun a game
without him.


Gathering his saliva
into a hard bullet,
he spits the foreign object
onto splintered floorboards,
where his last tooth lands,
a final casualty
of his handsome youth.

Zach Willett
Nov 5, 2012

my mouth spits desire
your skin’s a light and i flutter nearer and nearer
moth of sorts, i shift shapes
now a wave of love
i’ll wash you away with me

in delicacy
dances form with our tongues, our bodies sway
ever so serene, i’ll live with you, in dreams
until there is no need
i’ll wash you away from me

 
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