A pretty face is my weakness
Her beautiful smile grabs my collar and seals off the connection between my mouth and my brain
I can't speak, as I just swallow back my saliva trying to quench my thirst for some good loving
Quench my thirst so that I can truly be
Cool
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
The spectacle
Speck in my eye, speck tangle
Rectangle, always four sides to her stories!
Twisted lies, late replies, her fake fables I'm sick of it!
Like a dog on a leash, I followed that path-not-logical
She, a pathological liar.
The biological fire that drew me in was hot.
If all men are dogs, or not
*You were on heat, I guess you truly are a *****
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
The spectacle
Speck in my eye, speck tangle
Rectangle, always four sides to her stories!
Twisted lies, late replies, her fake fables I'm sick of it!
Like a dog on a leash, I followed that path-not-logical
She, a pathological liar.
The biological fire that drew me in was hot.
If all men are dogs, or not
*You were on heat, I guess you truly are a *****
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 2:30 AM UTC
Before you read this poem, know that I actually missed her
Now I miss her
absence.
Abstinence from her nagging, multipitched voice
She misses the hints
I miss...
the sound of silence and the warmth of my singleness.
I miss it so bad...
I miss it
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 1:27 AM UTC
Caught staring at her beautiful lips, her hips, the moon worships the beauty of her smile.
When she caught me, I spoke not! Lest I dive deeper into these disgraceful waters of shame.
We stared at each other in an awkward silence
I stared at the ground, then back at her... She was still staring
(I dared not say a word, afraid that my voice would be squeaky from nervousness)
With the loud twinkle of a thousand stars
Your sharp eyes pierced through mine.
The shine, a sign divine?
In my heart I begged her, please be mine!
My confidence, swallowed alive by my feelings for you
Gobbled up by the embarrassment of being caught staring at you.
I dared not speak...
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
As his big hairy fist kisses her on the cheek, she falls to the cold floor in compulsory submission to his authority.
The smirk of satisfaction painted across his face, a smudged reflection of the traditions he inherited from his forefathers.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 5:35 AM UTC
The teeth of his ego, egotistic jaws, eagle-like claws, force their way into her heart.
They cut, poke, ***** point dart
Start to choke, stick, creak, joint art
As forced as this rhyme scheme.
She's hurt and broken,
An incarnation of her worst fears
Her face moist, wet from her own tears, she screams out for help...
But no one hears.
Or perhaps they just don't listen!
She's in prison, trapped in the freedom of the chains of inequality.
She's hurt, broken.
Her honor pried open
Purposefully pierced by his selfish cowardice
She cries...
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC