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Fumbletongue Oct 2017
10, 9
Your body's my shrine

8, 7
Fingertip heaven

6, 5
Sensation drive

4, 3
Intense apogee

2, 1
Coming undone
Fumbletongue Sep 2018
Of all the things I've snorted
Which truthfully aint' many
The one that left me thwarted
Red pepper flakes a plenty

As they passed beneath my nose
Just as I inhaled
To my sinuses they arose
Which they promptly nailed

At first it seemed not so bad
The calm before the storm
Seized just like Leningrad
For communist reform

Just like that, a simple whiff
My nose a raging fire
Running water I did sniff
This situations dire

To the freezer I am going
To end this burning grief
For neither ******* or blowing
Brings any kind relief

Time to try a frozen ****
And see if I can numb
So I grab two ice cubes
And follow this rule of thumb

Hold them under water running
Until sizes that will stow
Pat yourself for your cunning
Then shove them up your nose
The entire time this was going on in my  effort to clear my passages my 16 year old daughter stood idly by laughing as I cried. I totally would have done the same. The ice cubes helped. A LOT
Fumbletongue Jul 2022
You move through my mind like a gorilla on rollerskates
Fumbletongue Nov 2017
Let me make you
My own private slip-n-slide
Fumbletongue Oct 2017
Celestial Darkness spread out above
Rapidly a big bright star named Sun grew
Enticing the moon with it's bright white love
And from their union the stars did spew
Together they roamed hand in hand
Independent of each other and yet linked
Omnipresently shining on the land
Notable and succinct
Fumbletongue Sep 2018
If words were hands
I’d never know
What your touch would feel like
Fumbletongue Aug 2018
I do hereby slalomly promise
to always tell the truth
at break next speeds
no matter the curves I’m thrown
Fumbletongue Oct 2017
Each one of us is a handcrafted book,
Bound with care
And kept in a vast library.
An unseen culmination of experience
Waiting to be relevant
If even for a blip of time
In an endlessly repeating universe.
Fumbletongue Jun 2018
In the river of life
I’m not sand
I do not settle
I’m the current
Forever flowing
D
Fumbletongue Aug 2018
D
So many you’s
So many me’s
Dancing the Dance
of Destinies
Fumbletongue Jan 2018
I’ve said it before
I’ll say it again
My label does not read
Fragile handle with care
It simply reads
Bravery require
To see what’s inside

I double dog dare you
Fumbletongue Dec 2018
I am the kind of defiant
that when sleeping in bed
I let my foot dangle
off the side
Daring the dark
to come get me
Fumbletongue Sep 2018
D eparting
E arth
A nd
T raversing
H eavens
Or H ell....
Or Hereafter’s
your choice
Fumbletongue Sep 2019
There once was a girl named Sally
Who liked to dilly-dally
On the bed she did stay
All night and all day
Instead of cleaning the galley

Dreaming of days long gone
When witches would ride upon
Her family and friends
Through the wends and the bends
In between dusk and dawn
Fumbletongue Sep 2019
I will not conform
I will not obey
I will not submit
I'll play my way
I will not give in
I will not retreat
I will not sit by
I'm fast on my feet
Fumbletongue Dec 2018
I didn't
quit
I just
stopped
Fumbletongue Oct 2018
Storm clouds
The static electricity of the wind
Dragging it's feet across the earth
Whips of light
Crack, snap, and clap
The Concussive wave
My personal tuning bell
Fumbletongue Jul 2022
There sits an empty dresser drawer
once full but now it's not.
Everything that I love
has up and left that spot.
To see it now you sure would think
it's empty as can be.
And to you that might be true
but not so much for me.
It used to house my sons clothes
and treasures he would keep.
Like gems, coins, hot wheel cars,
and toys that whirl and beep.
But now he lives off with his dad
declaring that it's awesome.
While I sit here staring at
my empty drawer coffin.
Tempting me to climb on in
until my tears do cease.
Laying down in all it's not
May I rest in peace.
I could have had full custody hands down but that would not have been best for our son. I chose to be the weekend parent to ease tensions in the future. My father taught me that if you see the problem you are the one responsible for fixing it. To have fought over my son with my ex would have been bad for his growth and healing. It was the hardest decision I have  had to make.
Fumbletongue Jul 2019
Don't worry, don't worry
It's all a ruse
Just trust in us
We've read all the clues

Don't worry, don't worry
Stay perfectly still
Here's some cold water
Now swallow this pill

Don't worry, don't worry
No need to speak
We promise we're making you
Strong and not weak

Yes! Yes! That's it!
Join the line
Marching on by
In metronomed time

Onward you go
Just like the rest
Left, left, right lefting
We know what's best

Don't worry, don't worry
It's time for the feast
A gluttonous meal
Prepared by the meek
Fumbletongue Aug 2018
I'm just a little doodle
Sitting on a page
I'm just a little doodle
In these lines, caged
-------------------------
I colored the doodle
In ink they can see
And the moment I did...
Forever will it be
No longer the wave before
Or the swirly clouds
The only thing it can be
Is what it is right now
Fumbletongue Jul 2019
A night full of wishes
Illuminating kisses
As time ticks by in swishes
Softly lulling you to sleep

Stars ****** twinkle
Dreamsand slowly sprinkles
And gives a final winkle
Pulling you in deep

Until you're outside in
Not bound by your own skin
Now you can begin
To view what you steep
Fumbletongue Jan 2018
I live to dream
To be spirited away
Every night a new delight
Made and unmade
Infinitely creating
My birthright of light
Not nearly finished but a start or and end depending
Fumbletongue Aug 2018
There’s this slow desperation
A thirst
This ******* need
to have you on me
In me
My body like rolling waves
Under your hands
Guiding them like driftwood
To my shore
Fumbletongue Dec 2017
That block of ice
Is quite the vice
Seated in you whiskey

All nice and cold
Strong and bold
But also rather risky

So my dear
Bring it here
I’m feeling rather frisky

Slide it down
All my mounds
Your tongue to follow briskly
Fumbletongue Apr 2018
Loving you is a lot like having my arms and legs restrained. Then stood on a block of ice with a noose around my neck just before sunrise.
Fumbletongue May 2018
I’m drunk
Drunk as a skunk
In a black and white funk
A funk so aromatic
I spelunk in the trunk
On my way to my grave
Where I’ll land with a plunk
Funking away in the dirt still alert
People around
Above on the ground
Saying all the smart things
That they thought to have thunk
Like “remember that skunk in the trunk? How it stunk!
That little punk needed a deep cleaning dunk.”
And me? Well I just sunk
In my decomposed funk
Down in the ground not making a sound
As the worms ate my junk
Fumbletongue Oct 2018
Five foot two and eyes of green
Curses like a sailor sweet and obscene
Highly combustible like gasoline
Splattered and covered freckled supreme

Salt water ink runs through her veins
Curiosity’s always holding the reigns
Stoking the fire, fanning the flames
Transmuting her losses into big gains
Eh?
Fumbletongue Jul 2022
Eh?
It's not an argument if your opinion doesn't matter.
Fumbletongue Oct 2017
Limpid Elastic
Bombtastic gymnastic

Keeping pants on
This potato shape

Suspenders need not apply
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
Your soul rubbing against mine is like
Socked feet sliding on carpet.
Transferring electrons
Sparking and humming an electric duet.
Fumbletongue Jan 2018
You are my creation of sensation
The expanse of chance
Filled with tippy-toed steps
A freelance dance

You are my raw and my awe
Felt in my hips, seen on my lips
In every smile, soul style
From within, to all my tips

You are my chasm and my ‘gasm’
Immense and intense
Peaks blush like cheeks
In breathless suspense

You are my breath and my death
Ablaze in every gaze
Born anew in the prize of your eyes
Through every phase

You are my grip and my grit
Primal moans rattle bones
Running wild and beguiled
Across erogenous zones

You are my fire and desire
A ******* liberation
Exhaling and inhaling
Combined Resuscitation

We are enhancement and enchantment
Dispersed and immersed
For all to see, wild and free
Throughout the universe
This isn’t about another person. This is my relationship with now
Fumbletongue Sep 2019
I'll hold you tight enough
that you still feel like
you can run away
Fumbletongue Oct 2017
Magic breadcrumbs
Twinkle like stars
Giggling while hiding
Tender memoirs

Voodoo whispers
Finespun intention
Vibrating and swaying until
Magic has snuck in

Enticing while Splicing
Singing me along
Via my senses
To where I belong

Daring to be found
Anticipating you
Suspended exhalation
Timeless rendezvous
Fumbletongue Jul 2018
Kissing me
Is an event
That requires
Full bodied
Participation
Fumbletongue Aug 2018
Look at you sitting there
Wicked smile, not one care
A luring vessel from afar
Azimuth circle , my north star
Beckoning me with lines sloped
I climb aboard, retrieve the rope
Fingers graze your hardwood
Under which feels so good
Beneath the wide and open sky
Together daring, watch us fly
Your bow to stern I do endorse
Now let's be off and set a course
Flying, gliding, we find our groove
And oh how effortlessly you prove
From dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn
You're meant for me to ride upon
Fumbletongue Sep 2018
I don’t think you understand
How much I want you right now
My body is all trembly
And flush with heat and
I feel like any moment now
I’m going to involuntary erupt
Everywhere
Just from a simple hello
Fumbletongue Jul 2022
E verything
T hat's
C omparable
Fumbletongue Apr 29
Each smile a map, each line a trail,
Etched softly on the skin's embrace.
A journey marked in fine detail,
The story written on your face.

The laugh that danced around the eyes
Still lingers in a softened fold,
A map of moments, lows and highs,
A quiet story, gently told.

Not every crease was born from pain,
Some stem from joy that overflowed.
Expressions that we can't restrain,
Emotions that our hearts bestowed.

So wear these lines with quiet pride,
They are the footprints of your days.
A testament to life applied,
A living poem on your face’s page.
Time always tells no matter the canvas. When I look at others I can't help but notice their resting face and what it says about how they feel about their life.

We have earned everyone of our wrinkles. I refuse to try to make them disappear to look more attractive to anyone. If you can't see beauty in the life that I lived on my body then honey you aren't my people.
Fumbletongue Oct 2017
I am a Tardis
Going through some hardships
Waiting on my doctor
To come and fly me proper

I may look just like phone booth
Which isn't quite the whole truth
For i'm bigger on the inside
Where real and imagined collide.

I glide through time and space
The whole universe to embrace
If only someone knew
Where to rendezvous.
Fumbletongue Oct 2017
The black and the white, The left and the right
The right and the wrong, The short and the long
The happy and sad, The good and the bad
The up and the down, The smile and frown
The awake and the sleep, The shallow and deep
The common and rare, The covered and bare
The urban and rural, The single and plural
The hot and the cold, The meek and the bold
The wisdom and folly, The gosh and the golly
The break and the mend, The save and the spend
The few and the many, The dollar and penny
The adult and the child, The tame and the wild
The blame and the praise, The year and the days
The free and the caged, The joy and the rage
The dark and the light, The day and the night
The sea and the land, The instrument and band
The pleasure and pain, The sun and the rain
The poetry and prose, The con's and the pro's
The open and shut, The why and the what
The here and the there, The when and the where
The these and the those, The highs and the lows
The above and below, The ebb and the flow
The want and the need, The giving and greed
The public and private, The peace and the riot
The cruel and the kind, The heart and the mind
The expand and contract, The real and abstract
The empty and full, The push and the pull
The biased and fair, The hope and despair
The master and servant, The blind and observant
The even and the odd, The Devil and God
The bones and the skin, The without and within
The inhale and exhale, The try and the fail
The false and the true, The old and the new
The free and the bound, The lost and the found
The quiet and loud, The humble and proud
The rich and the poor, The less and the more
The found and the lost, The worth and the cost
The yin and the yang, The wax and the wane

Forever entwined
by grand designed,
not to unbind
Fumbletongue Sep 2019
For who shall tell me now or near
what it is my heart does fear?
Not them, or they, or you, or thee
It is I, and only me.
Fumbletongue Jul 2018
Stoked like a fire
I am the fuel
Not the flame
I am the oxygen
That allows it to burn
Fumbletongue Jul 2019
A spark in the dark
Oh My God there it is!
I haven't seen these
since I was a kid
Little and luminous
and wondrously bright
Oh how I love
their yellow **** lights!
Fumbletongue Jul 2022
We are repeating yet fleeting,
estranged remnants,
together alone.
It was the strangest feeling.
To be married.
To be  chosen.
To share life.
The one place
you are supposed to matter most
only to become a ghost.
To be forgotten.
To disappear
into the wallpaper and tapestry,
not in a woven way
but in a painted to look like it way.
And if you stay long enough,
no longer reflected in their eyes,
you will forget yourself too.
The dissolution of my geography.
My fault lines slowly became riddled with fissures
until one day the area between my *******
collapsed in to a sink hole.
I try to make a point in any relationship not to call names or threaten the relationship. I feel like if something occurs that makes you feel bad then you should talk about it. Things left unsaid create resentment. There are ways to communicate without having to make the other person feel like less. When respect and care are not given it chips away slowly at the other person.
Fumbletongue Dec 2018
Speeding and impeding
Two warnings I'm recieving
For exceeding while proceeding
In the left lane i was weaving
Now I'm pleading and conceding
'Cause this not be what I be needing
Fumbletongue Oct 2018
Maligned morsels like
Descending land mines
Potential pain parading
As the body dines
Fumbletongue Jul 2018
Primal isn’t *******
for ******* sake
Primal is when
it’s stops being about
what’s right in front of you
and getting lost
in the devourment of pleasure
Fumbletongue Dec 2018
You lick at my conssscience
Like a ssserpentine tongue
Whissspering sssecretsss
Ever ssso ssslowly
Sssoft asss alabassster and
Sssmooth asss black whissskey
Fumbletongue Jun 2018
Flecks and specks
Round subjects
Everywhere dappled
Cheeks and peaks
Kissy techniques
Lavishly traveled
Everywhere splayed
Sun grappled bedazzled
Fumbletongue Nov 2018
I let you be you
The only you
That you can do
So let me be me
The only me
That I can be
So us can be us
With some muss
And no fuss
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