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Slippery tongues,
And damaged lungs,
Your back inhales,
Against my digging nails,
1 kiss, 2 kiss, 3 kiss, 4
You make me feel so much more,
You left,
And took my breath,
Behind my back,
You attack,
Slippery tongues,
And damaged lungs.....
I didn't mean for this to sound ******, oops haahaa
Thomas EG Sep 2015
The poems that I used to scribble
Were fickle, were fictional
I had no raw words to write
Until I fell in love with you

Until I fell in love with your dimples
Including the ones on your back
Until I fell in love with your heart
And how you fell in love with me

Your brown eyes
Your hands poking out
Of my oversized hoody
And your hand in my hand

Your small *******
How they felt in my hands
And in my mouth
How I felt when your ******* went hard

The way you felt in my mouth
When we would kiss each other
And our lips would not fully meet
But our tongues would still play

I would bite your sensitive lip
And you'd give out to me
Until I would kiss it better again
And you would kiss my neck

And my chest
And my stomach
And all over my thighs
Oh, how we teased each other

We would share our mints
Through kisses
We'd sent ***** texts
***** pictures

We were only fifteen
We had a lot of ***
And now I'm seventeen
And you are my ex

And I don't miss you
But I wonder about you
I wonder about your dad
I wonder about your wrists

I wonder about your lungs
I wonder about your music
I wonder about whether
You wonder about me or not

I feel your stare burning me
More often than not
But my anxiety forbids me
From checking if it is true

Your laugh is ******* adorable
But your muttering makes me want to
Throw a table at your face
Leaving it as raw as this poem
Eight months together, twenty months apart.
Foreign emotions
Unwelcome thoughts
Cynical humans
Knuckled bones
Tempestuous relationships
Hardened hearts
Imprisoned potential
S*landerous tongues
Edna Sweetlove May 2015
Some people say ******* is disgusting. **** 'em, I say.
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
we had meet because of my school talent show,
I was in 8th grade,
my little brother was an act,
I randomly had sat,
and there you where,
The new boy,
who knew my brother,
because my brother stayed after for all the clubs,
but my brother was in 6th grade,
and I didn't know they only met,
because of,
homework club,

I gave the boy my number,
And added him on Facebook,
Age wise he could of been in mine,
but most likely 7th grade,
I didn't know he was in 6th grade,
and his only friends where my brothers,

I texted him all the time,
and saw him at the end of the day all the time,
and stole his sweatshirts,
and finally one day he kissed me,
and I was so happy,
we went to his locker,
and I relied, he was in the 6th grade wing,
and everything made sense,
we weren't dating,
so I wasn't worried,
but then,

He asked me out,
and I told him sure,
but he had to keep it quite,
the second time he kissed me,
he tried to shove his tongue down my throat,
and I almost gagged,
I was so embarrassed by it,

but eventually my brother found out,
and didn't trust me ever again,
to talk to any of his friends,
and eventually me and the kid broke up,
but I still see him from time to time now.
and he still like to make me gag on his tongue.
2: Talk about your first kiss.
Maddy Van Buren Mar 2015
I make myself stop writing of you
present tense
because if you aren't here
I find
I am romanticizing a confused memory
past tense
and you never were that great
or strong enough
to pull me out of
this sinking ship
perfect tense
I didn't think that a lover
could do anything except
but even jesus turned tables
in his anger
and I've found that wanting
leads to speaking in tenses
not yet intact
so I have been waiting on
a new day
a new feel
a new touch
future tense
Kristy Mar 2015
Silence rages
Like the perfect storm
Ceasing breath, sound and substance
Yet, even the silence can't stop
The heart from beating
Nor the weight of hurt felt
Wish to God silence could cease
The sound of words wielded
As weapons,  piercing tips,
Tongues heavy anvils...drop
Sinew torn with intent,
Hopes even, to crush bone
Quiet sad the state of things when
Pleasure is derived from open mockery
Exposure of faults, failings and wrongs
I never was one for
Modern day entertainment
Arrogance paraded on a
Foundation built on self alone
Simply thought a semblance of comfort
Would be found in seeing her words
Her thoughts, a window to her world
Alas, again I'll put pen to paper
Baring my soul, setting free the burden
Eliminating the presence
That sparked it all...mine
Knowing some amends can't be made
I welcome the silence and pray to forget
Erasing it completely...delete
K. Turnage

K.Turnage
3-4-2015
SøułSurvivør Jan 2015
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like bells
lies and truth
both have tongues

but only one rings


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