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Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

Amanda In Scarlet

Nectar-drugged bees throb and buzz
A dizzying, delicious hum.
A choral swell accompanies the growing surge
I, the conductor, back and forth, back and forth with my baton,
Deftly delivering a rousing, rhythmic performance,
The ******, an oh, oh!
Crescendo

#summer #delight #pleasure #******

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

Love Drunk.

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

Bradley Gillespie

Love Drunk.

I look up at you in a crowded room and notice you're looking at me.  You quickly look away and I quickly write off the situation as an accident.

I'm never the right one, why is now any different.

I'll tell myself I don't have a chance.

My heart gets buried in a fake smile and fake laugh.

Play it cool you cool *******.

Truth is, I need this shot.  I take a shot to take a shot at you.  A cheap trick.

What is love drunk?  Am I love drunk?  Is that what love drunk is?

I could get drunk off you...I mean, I'm around you and all of a sudden I feel sick to my stomach, laced with butterflies and the next morning I'll wake up and regret taking too much of you...especially because now you're gone.  The thrill from last night is now a love hangover and you are simply last night.

and my expensive taste in fine wine will be the death of me.  Only the best will do for this selfish conceded alcoholic.  Red wine that matches your red lipstick.

BAC is way too high.  I'm drunk off you, your lips to mine.

I can't drive.  I'll have to stay tonight.

I'll slur words because I don't know what to say to you.

I miss you when you're not here.  My body shakes and shivers and I want you around.  I'll lie to myself and say I'm not going to think about you, and I won't text you and I won't tell you how I feel and I'll feel terrible about it and I'll want you around and I'll type out a message explaining everything and I'll just hope and pray my fingers are too cold from winter's crisp air and I hope they slip and accidentally hit the "send" button before I can delete the message...

But that never happens...So I'll take another shot of you and hope I don't get wasted again.

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

love drunk

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

cameran

love drunk

as the smoke traveled between our mouths in a sensual dance,
i knew he was the one i wanted to spend late nights,
and early mornings with,
huddled together under his cheap,
wool comforter,
his favorite flannel hung carelessly on my figure,
and my favorite perfume left forever attached to his pillows.

"i like waking up, and making two coffees each morning."

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

like thighs

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

PK Wakefield

like thighs

like thighs

                   (shes got 'em)

them thick as ******* thighs
all skin and creamy
and the backs o' her knees taste
so good
                      (like sugar shes got 'em)

and that dark little spider web
o' ink shes got coming up her
shoulders out over her clavicles
shes got her neat little muscles
under it all bunching and loosing
muscles when she's (head down
biting 300 thread count) her hands
don't lie gripping and grabbing
snaring sheets and,


                                          ,
                                                                                 ,

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

Say

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

Breonna Marie Garrett

Say

If you say, it'll be alright
I'll be over by the end of the night
And if love is all you need, feel free to just ask me

in the end, it'll be alright
we'll hold each other
thru the night
So if love is all you need, feel free and ask me

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

So They Say

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

MarkTheGr8

So They Say

I hear I have freedom
They say I have a lot of time
And that I have love

But I do not see it
I do not know it
And I cannot feel it

Decades will pass
Before I understand
And then it will be too late

#love #poem #poetry #freedom #pain #loss #time #say #so #understand #they

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

Say It All

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

Manic Bipolar Kid

Say It All

It would be so nice
If we just say it all
Say it all
Hemorrhage of words
Emotional plight
Just say it all
Say it all
We don’t have to say goodbye tonight
I swear if I don’t make it back
I’ll be alright
I’ll be in that wind
I’ll be in that song
Just please remember
To say it all
Say everything I use too
Never leave one word out
Never ever censor yourself
Feel ashamed or doubt
Say it all
Tell them all they have a reason
There's a reason tonight
Tell them all they’re accepted
They don’t have to fight
Don’t ever cry
There’s no reason for tears
Just smile for every, hug, every memory
And every year
And say it all
Without reserve, without fear
Don’t leave a word out
Because without a doubt
Wherever I am
I'm much happier now

Saying goodbye? *****.
www.eugene-moon.weebly.com

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

Say

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

Daylight 4U2C

Say

Hey, say, do you like to play?
I loved to play, until that day.
The sky was dim, and there stood him.
The man who'd skim across my skin.
I falter of this 'hope' raft, "bye bye" I say, while away it draft.
I hold this shaft. my finding? I so daft.
I tremble thee, I, fallen angel, falling from heaven is painful.
My sanity is stable. My sanity is stable. My sanity is stable, would be quite the fable.
"That's just life" they say, but that makes me question why we stay.
"Mayday!" I note, "mayday!" My self-pity finally has gone and lead me astray.
I've become the cat-dog rain, screaming "save me," grain by grain.
I shall continue to abstain, until I prove, I'm now insane.

comments? hearts?

#depressing #poem #poetry #man #sad #life #hate #pain #sadness #hope

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

When I Laid Eyes on Her

Jun 2014 Givenchy Ateke

Astoria Carlisle

When I Laid Eyes on Her

I gazed at her skin, fried and sprayed orange like the flames
That swallowed her soul, dragged her down to hell with ‘em…
Let her burn.

Staring at her sparkly stripper shoes, I wondered how she could sleep at night.
Well, she probably wasn’t alone.

Her hair, so harsh, bleached blonde beyond compare,
Frail, fraudulent, wannabe beauty
Like her shallow, gimmicky, stage get-up for the guys,
Giving the goods in mass quantity, like a buffet.
How cheap could she be?

I ogled her body, ***** that resembled balloons.
Psh.  More like implants.
Honey, you’re not fooling anyone.

Her makeup, tacky and overdone.
It could never be plastered over her tattered self-worth.

I glared at her clothes, or lack thereof, itsy-bitsy and a poor excuse
For a cover-up, of any kind,
Physical or emotional.
Leave something to the imagination, would ya?

Some girls, how pathetic they are.
I’m better.  I have morals.
Even if I don’t abide by them…
Even if I despise the creature I’ve transformed to…….

I gaped at the reflection, in the million-watt mirror lit aglow…
Who could this be?  It never could be me.
Staring between false eyelashes, she was easy to see.
A party girl.  A ***.
No, no!
It’s not me…

No, it's not about me.