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Blake Dec 2017
when we used to speak, i found comfort in saying whatever i so thought
i looked forward to spilling the contents of my brain into the open air,
allowing you to take in the sights and sounds of the sentences my lips were forming around

when we speak now, all i feel is a glass sheet sat on the tops of my teeth waiting to shatter under the pressure
of the conversation
now, i have to be careful with what i say, otherwise,
the shards would find their way down my throat causing nothing but more pain, and more blood

now, when we speak, the words i say feel different against my tongue
they taste metallic and damaging
like lies and betrayal
rather than sweet memories and fairytales
like sugar cubes
and honey
conversation
Lyn-Purcell Dec 2017
The human tongue
is as venomous
as a cobra's
kiss.

                                                         ­                            Don't abandon the
                                                                ­                             herbs once the
                                                                ­                                       pain has
                                                                ­                                           passed


Let the hand wield
and the mouth
chew on and
on




                                                      ­                              For with that hand,
                                                                ­                              writing peace
                                                           ­                                       is one thing
                                                                ­                                     to treasure
Lyn-Purcell Nov 2017
Turn
   A
      W
         A
            Y
               from the spice of wrath
                   B
                      Y
                          answering with a gentle tongue
mjad Sep 2017
I wish my tongue was not a dagger
I wish my brain was not a sword
If only I could keep my tongue and mind from clashing
If only they would say the same words
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2017
A slice of the Moon flanked
by a pair of moonlights.
And a butterfly pair basks
in the sunlight.

You and me too,
we will rhyme and sing
simply in mother tongue.
In the good old original lingua
like ‘Adam speaks and all
Angels listen in paradise’.
Abigail Card Aug 2017
my tongue has never been able
to speak words of substance

because i do not have the courage
to keep from swallowing it.
Poetic T Aug 2017
rough tongue caresses
one ***** licks the other

your breath smells like fish
The innocence of a cat licking another, shame on your ***** mind..
Ryan Holden Aug 2017
The priminister
Of the tongue twister, mixture
Syllable whisker.
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