the sets of teeth i hold between my lips,
form a lovely aroma of violence that leaves a harsh kiss,
it causes boys to cry and wishing they would die,
the tears that fall from my eyes,
prove that it isn’t in my heart to make them my demise,
i simply want love but don’t who to choose,
which personality that i should allow to shine through;
the capricious lascivious woman inside,
or the sweet little girl who swallows her pride,
a quaint writer who knows that her art is dire,
or a hell raiser who admires the stargazers,
there’s too many to choose from and don’t understand why,
why god has cursed me with such sweltering lies,
i am reminded of the boy in the navy blue sweater,
who broke ounces of trust in me during the stormy weather,
he gazed at me with nothing-ness in those bright blue orbs,
yet that boy is the boy i continue to adore,
in spite of the way he cuts down others,
which is as impactful as killing his own mother,
he is one of the many reasons i refuse to get close,
and decide my loved ones deserved to be choked
zil 5d
wilting bouquets
                               at a gravestone

we are keen to point out the
spinach
               in your teeth
flashing our own in mockey

there are graveyards in our closets
unmarked tombstones rattling
under each breath

& still we find humor in
your lack
grow vines of resentment at
your affluence

we were once all planted
in the same soil

not our fault yours
                                  had shade
not our fault yours
                                  wasn't watered
we shout as we

                                   s     t    o    m    p

on your leaves and pluck petals
                                  off your stems

and yet you
bloom
through the cracks of pavement
your florets blossom
amidst sand

not our problem
we whimper from our manicured lawns

a dog pissed on me today.
My Olive Beef comes from my grief
Up my feet and into my teeth
In my stomach is where is lies,
Until it resides, is when I die.
My analytical exploration into life and death.
dogs pulling at their own chains
not made to restrain but instead
made to constrict the throat
scratching and clawing at their collars
snapping at the passerby who extend a friendly palm
curling into a deep sleep under a meadow’s tree
people who try to speak up are only mocked
Amanda May 8
Throbbing jawbone aches
Such excruciating pain
Leaves me motionless
My jaw and teeth hurt so bad... I get my wisdom teeth taken out 5/24. I'm scared but at this point anything would be better.
Danielle May 3
We bared our teeth.
Tight, mocking grins.
Your expectations ours to devour.

We hunt and haunt
These distorted roads.
We wait, timeless, to consume or free you.
bret Apr 24
someone i know and love
with all my heart and soul
told me shes been struggling.
and went on to describe
symptoms of bipolar disorder to me
like an alien had visited her.

shes scared
and i am too,
i dont think she knows what bipolar really means
and i wouldnt know either because i dont have it
but foolish me always figured
this gift of mine
could never be tainted
by what the devil keeps on tap.
i just assumed
it would never be a problem.

i forgot how thin the rope we walk is
and how sharp the dragons teeth are
that keep waiting for us to fall over.
i never once worried
it felt like a waste of time to me
she did such a good job taking care of me
i never thought to ask

there was only enough food for one of us and
ive never gone hungry from her hands
Katie Burton Apr 22
Swishing and swirling in a mass of frenzied bubbles
The shark swims after its prey
Sinking diamond cut daggers into the velvet flesh of the next feast to dine on and take into the depths of the sea.
I wrote this years ago whilst listening to a very powerful piano concerto and an image of a shark feeding came into my head.
I can still taste you
You’re there in the back of my throat
My tongue is swollen at the thought
My taste buds are bitter
Even drinking water hurts
I have never felt so broke
I’ve brushed at my teeth so hard to try and scrub you off  
My gums are now bleeding
My lips are chapped
But no matter how much I rinse you’re still inside my mouth
I can’t spit you out

I’ve torn at my skin
I want to peel you off
But you’ve woven yourself so far in
Deeper than any tattoo I have
I’m covered in burn marks
I am so red
Itching all over trying to scratch you out
My nails are chipped my flesh looks so angry
I can’t help but scream

Why won’t you get out?

You’ve caused me to rot
I am a living skeleton that belongs deep in the Earth
I am alive my heart it still beats
But even when I take my last breath
I will probably look more alive than this

It hurts to walk
It hurts to move
All I can do is cry
All I can do is remain still
I’m choking on my tears whilst you dig your hands into my brain
Tearing up my mind
This is all in my head but you’ve caused me such damage
That I am falling apart from the inside to the out-

Why won’t you get out?
A mouthful of European Union teeth were chatting (in English) to each other.
A Belgian baby tooth was in tantrum filled tears
“it’s not  fair only getting a few years, the kids all eat sugary shit and I’ll fall out"
"Hey!", said the Irish wisdom tooth, "watch your fecking language!"
"Shut it, you're still buried so wait for your wisdom", whined the peevish baby
"I like being an incisor", said the German incisor
"it's a shame you're so indecisive then", said the Maltese back molar
"Listen, holey molar I can't hear you under all that amalgam" shouted the incisor, incisively 
"When do I get to leave this God forsaken mouth?". said the right wing Bulgarian brace
"When we've stopped ostentatiously protruding", said both French front teeth, simultaneously
"I've heard they’ve all got yellow teeth in the UK", chirped the misinformed Belgian infant again
"Oh you mean like that Austin Powers?", said the clever Croatian canine
"yes, played by that shit stirrer Mike Myers", said the sweary Swiss cement
"No, they've discovered toothpaste and mouthwash now", muffled the partly erupted tooth of Irish wisdom to the annoying sugar bombarded child tooth
"Oh, I am glad, I’m going to make a wish to the fairy when I'm lying under a pillow that I can visit Britannia as I‘ve heard they rule the waves"
"What century are you living in? The  16th?  You’d better go before Brexit then or they won't let you in", said all the adult EU teeth.
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