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don't be afraid to drop me
because i will break.
if it's better for you to do it
do it.
if your arms grow too tired
to hold up a palette
and your ears come clean off, and mine
because my words seem so insincere
if i've become a deadweight.
pretty please drop me
with cherries on top
and sunshine sugar sweats dripping into flowerpots.
when the yellow paint wrestles with the
surface of your tongue.
don't be afraid to drop me.
blatant van gogh reference
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
A tongue needs no bones
Mine is lemon and honey
Prickly by nature

I have what you don't
A balanced filter for two
For sour and sweet

A tongue needs no bones
To cut in and wound someone
So, wield your sword well
Based on an incident that happened today. There is a time and a place to say things but some things should not be said, let alone thought.
Janae Bello Jul 2017
your name tickles my tongue
lips quivering like it stung
hidden message in my eyes
to know that if my heart breaks
it shouldn't be a surprise
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2017
My kind moon planet earth
you came here first!

Before the blue yonder
before any giant sky
you set your foot first!

You whisper to everyone  
in one’s mother tongue.
So the man descended
from Heaven to Earth
without losing the rope
without the fear!
Hailey G Jun 2017
Stay in bed ma'u'ven,
Let me hold you in these sheets.
Allow your mind to drift away.
My arms will keep the morning at bay
and offer a small peace to the toils
occurring in your chest,
A hum, a touch, a second of bliss
will mark my attempt to fill a void
residing in the pocket of your lungs,
and in the buzz of our tongues.
went a bit nerd, ma'u'ven is Elvhen for "My star"
Brianna Jun 2017
He likes to come back when I least expect it and sometimes I wonder if it's because its familiar or if it's the sheer fact we are both missing something in our lives.

He likes to tell me when he's drunk and filled with lust -- and because I'm lonely I get off knowing I'm on his drunken mind.
He likes to tell me the things he would do if I was in the same room- but we both know that's just drunken words and actions always speak a little louder.

He's clumsy with words, but also eloquent enough to get me hot.
His tongue plays tricks.
His lips speak riddles meant for only me to solve.

I think somewhere deep down he knows we aren't good for each other and that my heart lies with another man.
I think somewhere within he numbs the fact I've broken his heart numerous times simply to get off.
I think somewhere in his heart... he knows I'm no good for him.

But those lips speak riddles against my skin.
His tongue leaves my body crawling for more.
One day he will  stop calling and we will be left with clumsy words and broken memories.
Catarina Pech Jun 2017
She said sorry is an expensive word…
Scarcely from her tongue it’s been dislodged
I find it intolerable and so utterly absurd
Why should that word be so intently dodged?
A word so easy to roll of the lips
Why keep it under lock and key?
A word so beneficial to relationships
I have little hope she’ll say it to me,
No, I will smile meekly and pretend
I will be a wall with no feeling
In time things will begin to mend
Despite the anger I’m concealing
Some people just hijack your life
And to get along you just smile
Over the years you swallow the strife
And do your best to not revile
As for me, I will give the word freely
The word sorry is quite nice
It will not get lost in the mealie
This short simple word will suffice
If you don't know how to say sorry you are broken
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
A song like King David sang and everyone heard
It’s the sweet song sang in every mother tongue;
A perfumed speech is heard sweeter than nectar
wreaths round each patch of earth as part of a tongue
in all different variations, directions it’s singing!
  
Mathematically comped that rhythmically span
fashion in both or you choose science or arts.
It’s a lyric sang with finest curvy swaying dance
feel the quivers deep down into the atomic level
still the various motions in various directions turn on,  
nowhere near that look drawing a pause!
mjad May 2017
the touch of someone's skin on another's
has been written about plenty already
but I swear to you
his touch is like no other
so innocent and fragile
but commanding and strong
yet gentle and caring
while he bites me all along
the sting and the numbness
the tickle of his tongue
his touch is like no other
so right though so wrong
all my softness in his clutch
his being needs no guide
he knows where and how to touch
as his eager mouth finds mine
his tracing fingertips bring chills
up my chilly and bare spine
his touch is one that nearly kills
but I am on cloud nine
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