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Smoke Scribe Sep 2018
let the lying begin

first, it's ***** - not *******.
don't pretend its scientific,
like geology, physiology.

It's just ***. raw and without boundaries.
you watch. you fantasize. you deny.

then when your conscience questions,
you lie, first and foremost,
to yourself.

what's your favorite category?
got a favorite site?
or you like to explore,
never satisfied, more?
more.

Let the hunger games begin.
who can lie with straightest face?

filter me off of your list,
unless you ready to follow me,
to where truth rules,
no punches pulled,
raw is real. *** is raw.
real is ***.

otherwise, why would you still be reading this
poem?

gotcha.
I  know who you are...
Saphanuel Silas Oct 2014
It may be half-past-twelve
But I'm looking for more than a half-****
And ****-chat of pasts
Vincent Jun 2014
***** people: us and them
Slippery, dark and warm, like *** lips, kissed on midnight beaches.

She weighed less than air.
Smells like wet blossom.
No kissing, only you can touch.

Hard dollars in my hard. Harder now.

Door closed. Back out, I don’t look at the others, they know of course.
I washed my skin and look at me in the mirror. Funny how old you can get.

— The End —