#chick
blind and naked starling chick
dead on the pavement
parent looks down and sings
out of context
i'd think it a sweet bird song
is my reading
of the situation incorrect ?
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC
Now you read my title,
it isn't what it seems,
but I love him.
I love his color, the way he shines so bright,
The way he let's me put my legs around him tight.
When I turn him on, he fires up strong, then I think of my favorite song.
My legs begin to shake, as I pull towards the tank,
Clutch in, gear down, throttle up and let's go to town
then off we go riding through the sun, fire strong like a love so long.
I love him,
My black velvet.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 4:00 AM UTC
new lives in a shell
soul developing body
opal colors strike
little birds are unfolding
loving mom hugs them warmly
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
We are crafters, I know,
We do things, row by row,
We''ll do housework at the end of this row,
We said that several hours ago!
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 8:08 PM UTC
Like a bird
We have a lot depending on
the right direction.
But Unlike it
We have too many doubts
and questions.
Spread your wings
but don’t span out nervously.
God gave moral compasses
to Guide us personally.
Never be afraid
to go and do your best.
Keeping pulling straws
until you’ve built your nest .
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 8:22 AM UTC
I
A lonely chick
Fall in love with a butcher
Knowing her lover will ****** her
The lonely chick just fall harder
She thinks, it doesn't matter
Because her life is already bitter
Other chicks torment her
While the other's swagger
II
One day, a rooster
The only one who talks to her
Ask, Why she falls in love with the butcher
Maybe it sounds funny
Her face becomes smiley
But, in reality he's not ******
He's more honey
He cheers me up when i'm lonely
Her face turn red shyly
He never say that i'm ugly
He makes me feel worthy
Do you think it's a ***** trick
Answer the rooster
To fool a chick
And make her lunatic
Over something so sick
And who are you to critize?
The lonely chick cries
Can you blame her?
If she fall in love with grimm reaper
Because he has manner
To a chick who's got bluster
She screams
You treat her like airs
And jugde her when she shares
Never bother to see her tears
The lonely chick run
Leave the rooster that fall silent
III
The rooster feels pain
When he knows,
The love that he has shown
Never get known
I love you, the rooster whispers
That's why I stay
No matter what the others say
I won't leave midway
But, if my love leave me stray
What can i say?
Would anyone blame me if i betray?
I will go away
I'm tired with the love that gone astray
IV
The rooster fall into despair
While butcher doesn't care
When the lonely chick die
He just think it's rare
To see a tear
With the color of cystal clear
I'm gratified
To die in the arm of my beloved
That's what the lonely chick said
Before she gone to death bed
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
moths glow
moths glow
was that
an
porch light fear
her hands were trembling
we felt her swelling
in
our
corner
her heart
bursts
moths glow
around her
dust
she is terrified
the
moths
glow
crawl to me child
naked from your bathroom floor
porcelain has an crush on you
it's rings remembering
your bowels
remember
your
fear
of
letting
moths glow
?
...
..
.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 8:06 AM UTC
To my ex-girlfriend's rebound,
I was the one who told her you were gay,
so, in a way,
your experience was my fault
and for that I am sorry
While she did not cheat on me with you, you still served a purpose to her in a time of loneliness,
Those moments where she led you to believe that she cared for you and that she wanted something more
And I'm not mad at you for falling for her.
You've seen her,
you've heard her,
felt her touch and
the fire she lit inside when she looked at you
But you also felt the burn of her
leaving you.
You felt the prospect of having time with her tomorrow being ripped away like an old band aid
I know that feeling all too well,
See
I was not quite angry at you for kissing her-- or rather, letting her kiss you and falling for her inconsistency--I felt betrayed
Seeing as I knew you from class where
We'd shared deep poetry with one another,
and though we never spoke individually,
you heard the words that bled from my paper,
you could undeniably feel my devotion to her,
my undying love,
her unbearable significance in my life.
And then you had to rip a band-aid off of me too,
Simply to make yourself feel better
While I'm more than grateful that you disclosed your relations with her,
Trying to guilt trip me and hyperbolize the experience?
That is from where my problem grew
You made it out like I stole her from you when my biggest sense of pride in that relationship came from the fact that I
NEVER
Not even once
Tried to contact her after she broke up with me
Yes,
in the moment I begged for her back
But once I left her bedroom,
That was it.
Yes,
every inch of me cracked under that pressure caused by the sense of drowning that came with her letting me go
And **** right I cried myself to sleep every night
Dreaming that she'd come back
And,
for the second time,
She did.
When she called me that night,
at 3am balling her eyes out
Though skeptical,
I was there for her
She begged for a chance at forgiveness
And I gave it to her
Little did I know that
that same night
You had peeled yourself from her pillows when she asked you to leave
After all the
"kissing"
"cuddling" and
"compliments"
And yet
She.
Called.
Me.
So while I still hold resentment toward you for your vengeance toward me
I thank you for being honest with me, even with the intended malice behind your disclosure
And I shouldn't hold on to this anger any longer:
I heard the pain in your voice when you came for your shoes and found me in her bed instead
I felt your anger as you flaunted your experience with her
And I know your pain at the realization that she lied to you and it all meant very little to her
She did it to me too
Then again, this grudge may be one of the last things still connecting me to her
And maybe I'm not ready to let that go
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
I am your side chick
Our love was burning like a candle wick
You were so unavailable
Your heart was unobtainable
I am your side chick
So just go take your pick
You make me feel so good
But you'd choose her if you could
I am your side chick
But I realized you're a ****
I thought you were the love of my life
But our love only consisted of strife
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
The sharp jagged edge,
An exhausted little beak
Bedraggled feathers.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC
"Breathtaking",
She had a smile that lit up my heart and soul like a winter campfire,
no a bonfire, and rock and roll music playing constantly in the background, with the joy and sorrow in her huge heart,
that she flaunted with robust ease,
"Gorgeous", she said,
She was so gorgeous, and she called me that from across the apartment,
you are too, I thought but didn't want to say the same word so I just smiled, It's like we could spend a night together, a day together, a life even in those Betty Davis eyes, in hind sight, a life, intimate and quiet from another land near mine but not quite yet connected, or conquered,
but you did, and you quit smoking,
"I'll change for you", she said,
Movies and window peeping, it's okay they'd close the blinds if they wanted to keep you from looking, you did say, you said a lot of funny things I'll forever remember, I'll catch up with you later, if I make it, your not my wife I guess, I won't hold you back, stupid things to think, to say, in hindsight, more like a close sister,
I said,
"goodbye my very dear friend", and she would say it too,
A friend and companion, you were number one, teenage love,
partners in crime, should of stuck with you, I sometimes think, marching fast, arm in arm, way ahead of all those lazy stragglers with less direct motivation, swimming, bathroom makeover, frolicking in the night, fun, then the kiss, my very first kiss from a girlfriend, I liked it very much, short and brave and fast,
"Gross", she would not of said the same,
Sporty spice, travel the planet for hopes, and travel journey fun,
sports, and smarts,
"Fire in a running shoe", does you no justice,
Words, thick frame glasses on a little bird, but a very wise one, and eager and muchly shrewd, I wanted to stay, I don't know why I didn't kiss you on the mouth that day, to cautiously laid upon the cheek, sorry, you were the coolest,
"life as a poem, an article, a revolution", I just whispered it of you,
Oh how I wish to write you name now, for I fell for it before I even bought into you, not as quickly as I saw your frame in the distance though, my heart leaped, but you were a teacher, so busy I figured, still time for me though, mountain quests biking with a failed challenge to bunny over a log, it could have been done, you push, you challenge, we dove into conversation, eyes locked, I say we never dated but we did pursue it non the less,
"Spunky geeky gospel funk" I was up to it, still am,
Animated worlds, the gradual approach, a white girl from Africa, to know if you were an Africa-an African I didn't get that far, I knew it was possible when you touched my hand that night when we all went to the LOTR at the movies and you sat next to me, was that intentional, I think it might have been, so exotic yet familiar,
a real animation trooper, I wonder where you are now,
"Military legend of the big screen, a real tooner"
You all rock and roll and Rock, an old way you do, the real way,
I did love, I did care, and still hope for you girls, ladies, women, people.
I told her I'd write this in the shower
She was mentioned first
the order changes, you're all so cool plus,
there's no order,
just know you all could have been the number one for me,
if i weren't a crazy fool.
But a fool can become wise, so
"Here's to you!"
Maybe I'll catch ya later,
maybe I just did,
or maybe not.
Still,
I hope to someday,
anyways, until someday,
Bye for now,
"Ta".
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
I thought she was a **** chick,
I also thought she was true,
But she was only true to my ****
I remember that chicken breast,
She flaunt her legs in privy,
Now it's someone else's leg piece,
Someone else will devour it over,
I won't ever get that very chick,
Because it was just a quick dream.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
Which came first?
Kodfather questioned
Feeling
Philosophically intelligent
An egg or a chick?
A circle has
Swamy Downey replied
Nonchalantly
No beginning
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
Little Bow Peep
Told everyone she had lost her
Sheep
And didnt know where to
"Find them"
She had slaughtered them
All of them for
Chops
&
Kebab meat
And sold the wool to china,
Little
Bow
Peep
Told no one of the secret
She so secretly did keep,
To why the sheep had gone missing
Killing any and all from finding.
She was a
Chick
With
A
****
And had a fetish obsession of the sheep,
She was meant to looking after.
Peep Merrily nailed each and
Everyone of them,
Not
Once
Not
Twice
More like half a dozen times,
Sometimes cuddled up with
Her **** still inside them.
So when eating
Chops
Or
Kebeb
With chips, if tasting a little salty,
Then Little Bow Peep
Had slept with that sheep
And ********** inside them.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
So, we’ve had a few dogs, all the same. Golden retrievers with bigger hearts than brains, that want only the affections of those who love them. And those who don’t. My parents love to say how our first golden, Euka, once tried to get in the car with a random woman, solely because she had a laundry basket full of towels, his favorite chew toy.
In my junior year of college, my parents adopted our third dog, yet another golden, with a beautiful, soft white coat, and no brains to match.
My father, mother and brother all sent me pictures of this magical creature, sitting on house furniture and looking like the dog we have always wanted. Little did I know, he was poorly behaved, and peed like a fountain when excited. That never seemed to phase my dad, however, whose always thought I don’t use the dog to his full potential.
“That dog is a chick magnet.”
“I know dad, I know.”
“Really, just walk the dog, and you’ll meet so many women. So many cute, young women. Look at his face, he’s irresistible.”
“Okay, I know, I get it. He’s cute.”
“Yes he is, and he’s yours, so use him to your advantage.”
“I’ll meet a nice girl, she’ll pet him, and he’ll *** on her.”
“If she stays she’s worth it.”
“Well, maybe I don’t want to meet any cute young women right now?”
“Of course you do. You’re 21. You’re at your prime, and I know you can do it on your own, but the dog, he’ll just reel them in. Trust me.”
“You just want me to take the dog for a walk? Or do you want me to get married?”
“The first one first. Then we can think about the second.”
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC