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Brent Kincaid Feb 2016
If I asked you politely
Would you quietly *******?
The crap you keep saying
Is like a tubercular cough.
If lies were visible to us
You’d look like a gas cloud.
You don’t just think like a fool
You say it all out loud.

Take a ride on the Reading
Do not pass go.
Go directly to jail, ****.
For a decade or so.
You don’t have any credit
With me, that is for sure.
If you are a disease I bet
Science hasn’t found a cure.

It’s almost like nobody has
Ever taught you about things
Like transparent lying, and
Disgusting racist mutterings.
The only thing that stinks more
Than you is your philosophy.
It’s just psychotic ramblings
And not much else to me.

You’ve lost all your possessions
From decisions you have made.
Now your half interest in hell is
A thousand degrees in the shade.
When you talk, nobody listens
Because they know you will lie.
We hide when we see you coming
And come out after you pass by.

Take a ride on the Reading
Do not pass go.
Go directly to jail, ****.
For a decade or so.
You don’t have any credit
With me, that is for sure.
If you are a disease I bet
Science hasn’t found a cure.
K Balachandran Feb 2016
It was  me who took her by the hand to the moon,
she now says she is there on her own!
A *******  the moon that pretends she forgot,
everything happened before, in no time!

I held her gently by her waist and danced,
she couldn't match my speed, she wobbled,
still she pretended her status was single,
on the sly, she was waiting for the prince of the moon
Jaja dela Pena Feb 2016
to the man who raised me
to the man who vowed to love her
to the man who promised to be yours alone
to the man who you're supposed to look up to
to the man who swore to protect you
to the man who was supposed to be my hero
to the man who raised a hand
to the man who cheated
to the man who lied
to the man who broke your trust
to the man who hurt you the most


you're not perfect but i love you
are you that man?
K Balachandran Jan 2016
One of his sick molars
was jarring, crying foul,
the root canal treatment
she did, the first, on him
made it quiet,it touched
exactly the love nerve.

Love sprouted,got rooted between
the curvy dentist and him
in exactly five sittings;
the soil was fertile.
The  romantic dentist seized
his pining heart too quick,
the causes and effects of
that pain, she whispered, was similar
to what she felt , when he whimpered
leaning his head on her full *******.

No reason he had, not to surmise
she didn't do everything she should,
to make his ailing tooth perfect.
Coochiecooing to her, he even
called her" the tooth fairy's baby girl"
overwhelmed she gifted him a smooch.

Each  sitting fallowed
soliciting  that rare,tender dental care,
on her cozy swiveling chair,
brought them closer to bouts of  necking
and things more adventurous,
(may the medical ethics, pardon the pair!)

Vigorous  narratives she breathlessly
reeled off,  on the state of his each tooth
brought her more closer to the chair
than what professionally was expected,
her perfumed warm presence
brought aches, not necessarily dental.

A stinging pain on a root repaired
at a time his 'root canal sweet heart' was away
compels him to explore for a new chair.
The horror of horrors, it was revealed
here, a piece of broken iron implement
his sweet heart, has left within the root;
a  cover up as she couldn't retrieve it
with her skills inept,
it did aggravate, caused the pain!
Isn't the  betrayal of the kids,
in the name of tooth fairy,non existent  
far less heinous, than a cheating like this!

could any one blame him for this,
to escape a bad tooth future,  he did
the best one could; the comely tooth fairy
that found the fault and mended it
shows him his place in the
swivel chair of her heart these days!
"Poetry is a form of story telling, and we are born to tell stories"
Tara Skurtu(Poet,Translator, Fulbright lecturer)
(1/25/2016  Huffington Post)
And many stories in poetry reflect true life..
E Copeland Jan 2016
and pressing your lips to someone does not state your claim on them.
it just makes you another sea sick, journey torn pilgrim
happy to have something steady to hold on to for the first time
in forever.
K Balachandran Jan 2016
Comes winter, walking on cat's paws
with the promises of a time different, again
Hail the **** ingeniousness of this cheat,
who arrives with a new guile year after year.

yet again I fall in to that ***** trap
winter cleverly sets for me with
her sweet nothings, falling ice flakes
and her characteristic ****** white attire,
I am seduced by her ****** virginal frolic,
snow soft murmurs that lengthen nights
hear her  orchestra distinct plays without fail,

From my neurons the winters past are  erased,
deeply in amour I am with her,my marrow tingles,
how do I still get entangled all over again,
in a dilemma, programmed to recur every year?

Each time this happens I'd say to myself:
"This is the last and final time this love happens
this cold uncaring cruel maiden's embrace!"
winter, beloved tantalizer,who loves to freeze me
and extract the last drop of love from me before she leaves.

Winter, I now understand,I too love your desires
that torment me all through your stay here, every year,
In your white, gilded resort,you keep me as a prisoner
where I am no different from others,in clinical white cloaks.
Invariably falls in love with her,winter
very well knowing that she is a cheat
but, then I can't do without awaiting her
year after year...a strange love affair
E Copeland Dec 2015
Sometimes I wonder if the messages you typed to me saying, “never leave me babe!” and “you’re my whole world” and “i’ll love you forever” have found their way into her phone.
E Copeland Dec 2015
I was nothing more than the flower you plucked from the ground and tore apart petal by petal.
I was nothing more than a car wreck, a heaping mass of metal and broken glass; You couldn’t help but stare as you drove by, but a couple miles down the road I was forgotten.
I was nothing more than a body to fill the blank space in your bed.
I was nothing more than another number on your list, another one of your conquests.
I was nothing more than the ****** up girl who fell hard and fell through your fingers.
I was nothing.
Sam Y Starlight Dec 2015
Give me your love and I'll give you my all;
*Cheat me, and I'll be the reason for your downfall.
kenny Diamond Nov 2015
Why do we get married if all we do  is lie and cheat
Love can't  grow in the dark
Light shines above not smoke and fade dreams
So many words but  truth is all that can be seen
Once love and endless walks
Now it is just cold and hated words
Know  i see that the cheapest ones are always ones you pay the most for
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