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One day I will meet my end.
Will your face fade from my eyes?
I lay buried with you in my heart.
The circling sun and moon come together in a line.
Abstinence and honesty lose their grip.
I die bit by bit seeing the quiver of your lip.
O beloved, I implore you to give me your heart.
Standing on the other shore, longing to reach you.
Andrew Rueter Feb 2020
—After Sum 41

Through your social distortion of extortion at the
most absurd proportions, I realize I need a doctor
not a proctor for when I test the helicopter you said
you’d never offer to a lowly pauper. You could say it’s my
bad I even tried that so now I cry-laugh in the lilacs while my mom
throws bombs through satcoms to lighten the weather. I should’ve
known better and left the head sever nether that continuously had
me tethered to the emotionally unfettered. I really need to find an
honest man before I enforce a plan of a 1000th trimester abortion.
                                                                                              bortion
                                                                                         bortion
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                                                                                bortion
                                                                            bortion
                                                                        bortion
                                                                    bortion
                                                                bortion
                                                            bortion
                                                        bortion
                                                    bortion
After all the fat lips you gave me I
realized I’m a matchstick baby and don’t
need your rabies to save me. I don’t think I want
to live in your lair with your despair share stares turning to
a bitter taste once I start to face the human waste
falling on my head when I fall in your bed instead of my
king sized comforter singing trumpeter of a simple time—
childhood confined, morality defined by design until I become
the demons as you free them for freedom until they’re just another
lover to call my brother. The hits to my lips caused a casualty
of me casually even though I was never alive actually. Of
all the fists fighting me, it’s you I’d like to remove from society.
Left Foot Poet Oct 2015
only I know
when I email you
tidbits of life,
that I need only
address you as b,
for in a nano second,
my tablet will acknowledge
that I am writing in secret code to mine own
beloved



~~~
7:05 am
NYC
Left Foot Poet Jul 2015
~~~
for our children and their children
~~~

the reason we say so oft,
in whispers emboldened,

I love you

to our children
is not the utility of
its summarizing brevity

no, no.
it is because

the eloquence of simplicity
supersedes any other poem
we could ever write...
~~~

July 26 2015
Brandon Conway Jul 2019
Lip Dip Paint
One Two
Lip Dip Pain
Three Four
Lip Dip Pai
Five Six
Lip Dip Pa
Seven Eight
Lip Dip P
Nine Ten
Lip Di
Eleven Twelve

Necrosis of the teeth
the bone becomes brittle
limping with sore feet
the jaw shatters
sores line the throat
mouth only of gums
blood starts to flow
only holes left to tongue
red seeps out the mouth
doctors say this must be syphilis
Oh God, it hurts
to work for greed so villainous

Lip D
One Two
Lip
Three Four
Li
Five Six
L
Seven Eight

Nine Ten

Another girl in the ground again

Eleven Twelve

It's safe, don't you want to
radiate?
mjad Jun 2019
My stomach is in a knot
Because as my lips are being traced by yours
My name is on the tip of your tongue
But you don't spit it out
You complain about the song
nothing new
Darryl M May 2019
How she pushes him away till she latches on for the kiss,
How she shies away from his touch,
How she tenses up till his fingers scale her inner thighs,
How she resists till she spreads.

She enjoys talks about her,
But mum to the response.
She enjoys applause of her petite body,
But deaf to the reaction.

Her thighs, pillars of a sanctuary.
Feel free, as I lock you in deep pleasure.

Do you love it as I go down?
I can see it in your eyes rolling over,
Your face changing color,
*** babe ***.
Titled by: Q.N. Thabethe
Completed: 27th September 2018 [18:30 PM]
Keep me sprung
Sonnet
Darryl M May 2019
Satisfaction be the aim,
Gratification of bodies leaking desire.
Let’s indulge in ourselves.
I ain’t a thief, but I’ll take it from the back.

Speed bumps of Pleasure,
I’d love to see your body vibrate as I’m in it.

Try slowly putting your finger in your ear,
Now imagine the feeling being greater
with me as the influence of the sensation.

Like a lingerie on a strip tease,
Let me be your drug so I can take you to my world.
Ecstasy, a man not afraid of arousal.
Don’t repeat, won’t repeat,
Pardon my desires,
You are my arousal.

I bear the desire,
Would you mind if I acted upon it?
It’s a destination that I need to reach,
But would you be my ride or my path?
You know what?
Just be both!
Author: Darryl_M & Sphephelo Buthelezi
Completed: 02nd September 2018 [16:00 PM]
Speed bumps of Pleasure
Darryl M May 2019
Skin on skin,
Flesh to flesh,
Lip to lip,
Is how deep in contact I want to be with you.

Blood rushes down my veins,
Sensation burning through my skin,
Curiosity hits me in the ear,
Unto an echo of passion, I listen,
Hisses of great pleasure.

It’s my request,
and the lady’s sober decision.
That way I know you’re enjoying the ritual,
Coz ****** pleasure is about the girl vs the sensation.
No hearts being played.

I’m sorry on being too real.
Dipped in emotions is obligation,
Obligation, I hate,
Not that a lady is a *** advert.

Allow me to be the guy that disrupts your views,
I ain’t aiming for similarity,
Just being an absurd mark on your body.

Not every sleepover is about ***,
Not all *** is about *******.
Completed: 19th August 2018 [14:00 PM]
pa3que Feb 2019
what a rose,
he, henry.

what a rose,
with cotton thorns.

cotton touch,
and lips of wine,
how i wish
he could be mine.

what a glance,
his eyes of pine,
let’s share a dance,
please, don’t be shy.

a twist, a turn,
and down the hill,
it heats, the burn,
it always will.

what a rose,
a rose that’s bending.

bending,
with my every touch,

it is time i stop pretending
no one could carry disaster such.
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