spacewalker Oct 10

I sucked a dick, ok
but it was straight, it was in a 3-way
I know its a sin and I don't support it
but gays don't have to worry about abortion

We let a book control our lives
quote this, book of lies
I stuck my finger at "god"
and placed my mouth on a dick
man, I hope I'm not going to hell for this

gay people are weird
so I steer clear
all my straight friends don't know that I'm queer
they let me cuddle they let me smash
but little do they know
I kinda like that

allie Oct 10

Shooting stars shining down on your face
Dancing in the moonlight with you
You keep me calm when I'm a certain disgrace
You keep me on my toes with your moves

And you pulled me inside out and outside in
Give my heart palpitations, keep my pulse racing

Oh and I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you
Yeah you make my head spin with the things that you do
I feel dizzy when you tell me you love me too
I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you

You're making magic got me under your spell
Girl you got the music in you
I'm falling for you and I know you can tell
'Cause you're reciprocating it too

You turned me upside down and downside up
Give me an education, how to fall in love

Oh and I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you
Yeah, you make my head spin with the things that you do
I feel dizzy when you tell me you love me too
I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you

Oh no, sing it to me now
And I'm head over heels and heels over head
You're the only explanation for my discombobulation, baby

I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you
Yeah you make my head spin with the things that you do
I feel dizzy when you tell me you love me too
I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you

I feel dizzy when you tell me you love me too
I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you
No I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you

credit: can't see straight by jaime lawson
Terry Collett Jun 28

The straight jacket
holds you firm;
they put you down
on the wooden bench,
sit there Yvonne, sit still,
the nurse says, and don't bite.

You watch
the nurse walk off,
her uniform dark blue,
the white headdress,
holds her brown hair in place,
but does nothing for her face,
hard and heavy jawed.

Your bare feet
sense the carpeted floor;
your toes scratch
against the rough grain.

Your black hair
is over you face,
you are unable
to push it away
as your hands
are bound
in the jacket.

You shake your head
to move it away,
but it falls over again,
shutting out sight.

You sit and sense hard
wooden plaits of wood
beneath your butt.

You had headbutted
that woman in those
female lavatories
who attacked you
in one of the stalls,
tried to touch you,
finger you
as you'd seen her do
to others in the past.

Now you are
straight-jacketed.

That fat woman's nose
was broken.

Blood everywhere,
on walls, on the lavatory bowl
where you pushed her over.

You hear the loud
calls and screams
from the ward,
the keys in locks
turning and turning,
and anger
in your head and heart,
burning, burning, burning.

A WOMAN IN A MENTAL ASYLUM 1946

Version 1:

My love with you will not only be filled with butterfly kisses and silky grips
But it will also be filled with stingray whips and electric lips,


My love with you will not only be filled with warm sheets and bunny cuddles
But it will also be filled with polar ice cubes and freezing tongue muscles,


My love with you will not only be filled with sugar sweet smiles and jelly joys
But it will also be filled with tear soaked shoulders and confusing conflicts of noise,


My love with you will not only be filled with seven star resorts and ravishing restaurants
But it will also be filled with playing various games and nights of movie hunts,


My love with you will not only be filled with heavenly peace and encouraging each other’s dreams
But it will also be filled with running races and roller coasters of emotion on diverse streets,
,

My love with you will not only be filled with artistic gifts and poetic lines that flutter
But it will also be filled with a collage of master pieces that we have created together for each other.



Version 2:

My love with you will not only be filled with butterfly kisses and silky grips
But it will also be filled with stingray whips and electric lips,

My love with you will not only be filled with snug sheets and bunny cuddles
But it will also be filled with polar ice cubes and freezing tongue muscle nips,

My love with you will not only be filled with sugar sweet smiles and jelly joys
But it will also be filled with tear soaked shoulders and confusing conflicts of noisy rips,

My love with you will not only be filled with seven star resorts and ravishing restaurants
But it will also be filled with playing various games and nights of movie dips,

My love with you will not only be filled with heavenly peace and encouraging each other’s dreams
But it will also be filled with running races and roller coasters of emotion on diverse streets and strips,

My love with you will not only be filled with artistic gifts and poetic lines that flutter
But it will also be filled with a collage of master pieces that we have created together for each other’s sips.

Ghazal: A short lyrical poem that arose in Urdu. It is between 5 and 15 couplets long. Each its own poetic thought but is linked in rhyme that is established in the first couplet and continued in the second line of each pair. The lines of each couplet are equal in length. Themes are usually connected to love and romance. The closing signature often includes the poet's name or allusion to it.

You are the calming waters that extinguish the fuming fires inside of me
But these fires are also passionate so without them: I'm a honey-less bee.

Epigram:
A very short, ironic and witty poem usually written as a brief couplet or quatrain. The term is derived from the Greek epigramma meaning inscription.
JR Rhine Jun 7

He said “Cult of Simultaneity”
in such a sultry way
it made we want to kiss him
in that “Gay guys are attracted to me”
sort of way.

An English major taking an
upper level history course
as an elective—

When he smiled at you
in one-on-one conversation
his Irish emerald eyes gleamed between
slits (as he squinted his eyes
in a merry, amiable way).

He wore silk dress shirts and vests
every day with pressed tapered
black dress pants and
gleaming black oxfords.

His well-trimmed red beard
enwreathing the doorway to his mouth
made his lips (full, lush;
I swear they were glossed)—
evermore tantalizing.

I gave him a cute nickname
that was just his name shortened
but with a y, like Jimmy
and Bobby and
I hope he liked it—

He spoke with such finesse
carefully enunciating every syllable
running his tongue smoothly
across his teeth lips and
the roof of his mouth
free of spit and stutter—

every phoneme imbued
with his placid charm,
I ate every crumb
with my eyes glued to him
across the classroom—

Vain and straight,
straight in vain.

Hell to you my seductive demon! You were the damning fire to my dynamite heart
Your love was a spark towards my self-destructive spree,
You were the toxic water to my fish gills
I couldn’t survive without your malignancy swimming inside of me.

For my new wattpad book: 55 Forms Of Poetry (which hasn't been published yet).

You guys get to see my latest poems first. :)

Quatrain:
A stanza or poem consisting of four lines. Lines 2 and 4 must rhyme while having a similar number of syllables.

The way you walk sends even the miserable waves into hysteria
As they dance across the ocean’s ballroom floors,
Your body is a gift I will sadly not unwrap because you already have your champion that won your heart’s wars,

Yet I still find myself mesmerized by your beauty and feeling hypnotized by your bluish grey eyes
They remind me of tender rainy days and the turquoise of the distant seas
The seas I spill when alone but remind myself that I will not die now, for you I’ll stay and hope for my natural demise.

I am jealous of your man because he has the most expensive gem in his arms
I wish I could be the one to help you out in bed, not him,
He’s blessed with the most heavenly of blessings to ever walk the earth’s thorns,
I really wish I was him. Selfish of me, I understand and my apologies
But I wish we were together, I don’t want to stop seeing you and reading your dream’s anthologies,

It hurts knowing that one day
We will only have each other’s numbers that may in the future become collapsed
And it makes me want to weep rivers of tears to drown myself and forget we ever met,
There is a reason I distance myself from people and it’s that I don’t want to get too attached
Because if I do, saying goodbye burns like hell, and honestly, I’d rather paint my death with a tainted brush and an emotional palette.

I wish I could watch you erupt like a volcano of frustrated anger and unrest
I wish I could hold you when you cry oceans of tears to drown your sweet fears
I wish I could listen to your blissful laughter suffocating your own chest with passion
I wish I could make love to your soft, naked frame with a bottle of oil and a bouquet of roses
I wish I could cater your soul and body as you age with all the care and support I have to offer
But these are things I wistfully won’t be able to do.

Dear person I will never be with,
I love you with a heart hungry for more hurt.

Best wishes,
Melting Butterflies.

What do I do
When my mind constantly day dreams of sex
But I am "too young" to be left unguarded by parents
And by a father who doesn't even know that I know:
What the birds and the bees are.

Help me.

I need a way to tame my desires
But I don't think my passionate mind will ever be tamed
For my creative mind is like a savage, wild animal
That will not submit to the bars disguised as: "Home".

I can't concentrate on studying.
LCappo May 7

another poem came straight into my mind
with it majestic flight
with a mind of its own
my fingers write everything down that i know
awareness of my thoughts
that is what i should have
but they are far to fast

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