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Sethnicity Aug 2015
when I say the wind blows
you already know
but how do the leaves portend
emerald on the end
or grasping to the limb?

If the Love is Lost, when?
feelings were ample
yet, when unplugged they limp lame
sentiment in lieu of visceral slanguage;
Who needs a Heart when a record can be Broken?


i think therefor iThoughts
Depress into cracked lead
and bled red into inkwell;
gun shots have more potent stocks
tragically hip to be so square ingots

what gracious melodies and languid lives
battered idioms with only one just is to bear
how Sad their flirtatious Ness affair
with Pain must fin' ish  and putrefy,
those believers in Death will die

hail a Hashtag worthy of
Octothorp
for phoenixes are found everyday
prostrate your Poetry for posthumous
consumption
apply the alembic of alteration
and
Heal our Hashtag heathen history
or
**** It
Hate the Hashtag
that's Life!

#love   #life   #sad   #pain   #depression   #thoughts   #death   #sadness   #heartbreak   #lost
You already Know what I'm getting at...
Tommy Johnson Jan 2015
Last thing I remember, was that drastic times called for drastic measures
She was out of town
He was out of order
The amalgamation of ***** little secrets and the insecurities I picked at
Which put me between Scylla and Charybdis
Urging me to make Hobson's choice
Tie up loose ends
Went to the bazaar
To pick up an ambigram of the word "Psalms"
And mirror image of the word "Proverbs"
Buyer beware
We speak in  strange slanguage here
So get on with it
Share sugar
Sniff out your own kind
Only time can tell
Tell time to hold up
Bank on tomorrow
On Eastern/ Pacific/ Mountain time
Local and global
Try to save face
Not aimed at any anyone specific
If you're wearing the shoe, you must fit it
Overbearing
I'm painted as a neer do well
  
     -Tommy Johnson
Safana  May 2020
Slanguage
Safana May 2020
Care, is a carriage
Carrying whatever triage
Disposes vile, more than average
For Social slanguage and patronage
Donall Dempsey Jan 2017
I WILL NOT CEASE FROM MENTAL FIGHT

"Hush...hush!" he'd
suddenly shush

us kids
going" "Wot...wot?"

"Snipers!"

"Where...where?"
we'd whisper half scared.

"Everywhere...everywhere!"
he'd hiss under his breath.

Even in his beloved
red and yellow rose bushes.

( Fred shot in the head
still bleeding in Picardy ).

Or the *** in
the garden shed

which we'd storm
with a barrage of conkers.

"The bleedy blighter
got away!"

They had followed him
home from Flanders.

Or just...
never went away.

Mother said he'd
lost his....

but he'd play
marbles with us

kids
all day.

Rubbed his tolley
against his bonce

"Big Bertha"
he'd call her.

"Yer losing 'em...yer losing 'em!"
he'd sing with great gusto.

We had to let him win
or he'd swear like anything.

"Stop dat slanguage!"
Mother would swear at him.

He sang saucy French songs
"mes saucisson mes amis!"

but only when he be-
-came squiffy

which was more
than often!

Mother begging us:
"Don't listen...don't listen!"

But we inky-dinky
parley-vous'd with him.

A chorus of us kids
belting out:

"...Oh I didn't know how
to tickle Mary

but now I know how!"

"War is all about
saving your skin!"

Most of his mates
lost theirs.

He still calls them
by their names

as if they are
just...there.

"The ghosts of the sofa!"

They sit and watch
the radio with him.

"Manchester Utd 2 -"

He sings ADIEU LA VIE
and cries in French.

Left his left leg
in a trench

but still loves
to dance.

"I dance as badly or
as goodly as I did before

no less...no more!"

More and more
often he hides

under the stairs
eating raspberry jam

or marmalade
in the dark

crying now
in English.

Hiding still
from the Wipers' snipers.

He hates apple and plum
"all we...ugggh...ever got!"

And loudly the cupboard
it sings.

"...without food so long
I've forgotten where my face

is..."

(Fred lost his...)

I always remember him
coming out to salute

surrender to us
as he recites

in a little child's voice.

"When the Rock of Gibraltar
takes a flying leap at Malta

you'll never get yer *******
in a corn beef can."
SB Stokes Apr 2015
“You’re the shrink wrap on my string cheese,“

he said from his knees, to no one in particular,

incorporating slanguage under the horns, but

over the bass, knowing what disco turned into.
wordvango  Oct 2014
just white
wordvango Oct 2014
Can't never wash it off
        never hide my slanguage
what with this drawl
        some babys likes
the way I slur it out
        trace me as I walk
their purry eyes burnin'
        call me all kind 'a names
alone in the dark
        reverently remember
my  sly deliveries
        the next day
walk all sideways eee
         just white
trash from Alabam' eee.
Travis Green Sep 2021
I guess it’s safe to say
I had developed
A strong affection for you
That made me
Stay up numerous nights
Playing love songs
That equated with the way
I felt about you
I was melting
At an accelerated pace
Within these expansive fantasies
Longing for my lips
To meet yours
Our eyes to come
Into contact with each other
Smell your mellow scent
Allow your slanguage
Street talk hold me spellbound
As our love profoundly crescendoed
Travis Green Aug 2022
When I am with you
It feels like everything, in reality, turns silent
Your harmonically-rich hotness hypnotizes me
Makes my charming heartland throb
In the incomprehensible tenderness of your touch

Your lingering superheated breath
Traveling the soft, attractive path
Of my heavenly jaunty body
I caress your deftly delectable chest
Venerate the superlatively picturesque details

Your rock-hard razor-sharp abs
Mellow yellow gold Casanova
**** honey candied eyes
Shimmering in the relentless spinning sunlight
Moon-shaped magnetic majesticness

You possess me so effortlessly
Bewitchingly built biceps
Ardent head-turning hot boy
Perfectly formed contours
Visually gripping irresistibleness
Your desirable harmonious frame
Inflames my senses
Your red-hot ranging slanguage
Lights up my life force

You got me ******, bounded by
Your resounding gangsterness
Your gaudiness is an unstoppable body
Of marvelous wonder, a far-famed flame
With flawless glorious game
Travis Green Apr 2022
He is rich, immeasurable sweetness that exceedingly grips me
Wondrous, precious rarity, irreproachably extraordinary and
Immaculate, swift, and equally artistic and incredible
His relentless dreaminess has me so fond of his astonishingness
I crave to converse with his flawless, resilient body
Let his big delicious lips meet mine, feed me his hottest
And exciting secrets, let his tongue stroke the slippery surface of mine

I yearn to feel his glorious morning dew, see him in a dazzling light
Confessing his affection towards me, whisper his sensual slanguage
In the entrance of my ears, take me to the edge of a bridge
Where I release myself to him willingly, smell his ****, earthy, and
Delectable fragrance, his intoxicating distinctiveness, compelling
And mysterious, powerful and delightful, indefinable and spicylicious
Surpassingly striking as a massive and tall tower, as the highest
Grandest mountain, so venerable, elegant, and stupendous

He is magically ecstatic, with dramatic and descriptive lyrics
Written all over my physique, how I relish for thee
To arrest me in his maximum-security penitentiary
I pine for his exquisitely artistic and picturesque refinement
To swirl in my mind, so rare and incomparable, the deepest and
Dreamiest allure that makes me get a hard-on, that makes me
Wish to hold his formidable, sinewy muscles, rock-hard marvel
Draped in fantastically fashionable vestments, bright, tight J’s

I want to hold on to him, trust in his guidance, in his essential teachings My valiant, brilliant, and keen commander
Beloved, illustrious, adventurous, and innovative
Highly respectable spectacle, grand-looking and victorious
Shining high-ranking icon, my favorite tasty enchanter
His flex is unbelievably gripping and flexible like a stellar
Graceful, and gleaming gymnast, endlessly endless supremeness

I can picture him moving slowly and **** over my body
Make me sweat lecherous poetry in his presence
Feel him caressing my luxuriously hot and gaudy *******
Let his fingers linger over my proud perfect tips
Take in how amazingly active they are in his nearness
See how electrified I am, how I desire him even more
How I anxiously await for him to take me higher
In his splendidly majestic galaxy of enjoyableness

Touch me deeply, feel me crumble in his jungle
Of wild, uncontainable passion, swallowed by his dopeness
His sticky juicy sensations, operating my creation
Like a video gamer’s hands clung to a controller
I am forever whipped, hooked on his thrilling ****
I feel like I am traversing backward in his rapturousness

He is my sweet exquisite ****** fix, an impossible and alluring Temptation, fascinating and overpowering, indescribable and fiery
I want to devour him in the smallest increments to savor
Every seamless flavor of his enchantingness, cause me
To become drunk off the wildness of his handsome and tasteful design
Travis Green Mar 2022
I am utterly buzzing
In your splashy smoking loving
I have never felt this way before
About another other than you
You turn on my gayness
You enamor me with your ******* sensations
You are my greatest, sweetest dream
That gleams with passion
Every sensual action
That triggers a thrilling reaction

Your sweet sun-kissed exquisiteness electrifies me
My body is calling for you
To put your hands all over
Give me your sumptuous silky lips
Melt my world with your Henny brown eyes
Your gloriously alluring eyebrows
Bright beardalicious brilliancy
Enrapturing masculine body hair

I seep into poetica erotica
When I fantasize about all the naughty things
I wish to do with you
Enfold my arms around your back
Release your stupefyingly deep breath
On my superb, bare shoulders
Embower me in your spectacularly mind-altering ardor
Let my world be exposed to seamless slamming slanguage
I wanna be bound to your solidly manly structure
Hold on to you to stay secure
Just let me bask in your majesty
So I can be trapped in magically exhilarating trances
Travis Green Oct 2021
I want to drift
Into his tempting town
Step inside his upscale bathroom
And take a sensual shower with him
Allow our hands to feel
Throughout each other’s flesh
Watch our ******* becomes hard like chocolate
Kiss the smoothness of your waist
Your tasteful abs, our stimulating
Strong rods meshing, our worlds
Dancing with jubilance
Our voices harmonizing
Your masculinity so ****
Vicious to my existence
So **** delicious, goonalicious
Got me floating in his ocean
In his dopeness
In his flaming slanguage
Taking me hostage as his world
Demolishes my body
Travis Green Apr 2022
How magical it would be to coalesce with
Your striking smooth brown body
Become mystified by your marvelous hotness
Your immaculate attractive wonders
You draw me deeper into your spectacular electric masculinity
Your lush, rugged muscles, your bright and vividly flexing chest

You are awash with astonishing incredibleness
Rich lurid charm, hot delicious marvel
I want to gorge on your enchanting tartness
Lapse into your stellar fragrant passionateness
Massage your artfully blossoming flesh
Tease and taste your charmingness

Peruse your inner fascinating and substantial secrets
Let me hijack your thugness
Like an extra vicious and **** mugger
Take control over your dopeness
Feel your prominent ardent flex
Your ecstatic entrancing ambiance

I want to fall in love with your slanguage
Drown in the astounding nighttime tides
Of your overflowing strikingness
I want to float in your sweet-smelling, macho redolence
Luxuriate in your intoxicating formation
Become deliriously happy, dreaming of being
Longingly linked to you, to come home to a world
Where your pure and rare love receives me wholeheartedly

— The End —