#doc
Back from the doc
that feeling I know
cleaning the clock
like sniffing clean socks
Teeth are all clean
**** not my mind
and may need a crown
no cavities find
The dentists a she
big cute brown eyes
kinda petite
somewhat, is shy
Long dark hair
a snarky type smile
some how i know
she wont use a file
So for now
my teeth can't complain
my spit in the sink
circles the drain
But maybe next time
they'll tell me the truth
"we're sorry sir
you're losing a tooth!"
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
I tried not to be too obvious
adjusting, my package on the train
hand in pants, nonchalant
those in therapy, remain
No way to do it publicly
without gasps, or ridicule
underwear in a bind
nothing left too do
Avert your eyes, as you must
wearing my business suit
briefcase that won't hide
yes, the point, is moot
Mother's cover babies eyes
grandma eyes wide, and agape
fathers, brothers, sisters riled
no way, I can escape
as everyone, and anyone's
sensibilities, now defiled
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
Preoccupation with making something permanent
A feeling of expectation
incorporation of a certain situation
or habitation into life, for good
It makes me freak out.
Desire,
for a certain thing to happen
fear of that something actually happening
Or that it's something that might be permanent.
Worry,
the attempt to find certainty
the desire to control things.
Control you, controlling me
I'm afraid you'll find my black
It will come back again.
It's like an arc weld done incorrectly
Eventually it will start to bleed
And fall apart.
But I dreamt about welding and you welding me
into something permanent
something desirable
something non-penetrable.
You had me molded against the truck and...
I don't know who you are, but you put your fire in me
So deeply it burns.
A fire that firefighters can't dissolve
Doctors can't resolve.
You're in me,
and I love you.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
She was a walking paradox
in a pair of Doc’s.
© Matthew Harlovic
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
Memories
Hazy as the clouds you don't reside under
My eyes thunder with the possibility of seeing you
And the mist is from the realization I never will
Black silhouetted are the dreams,
That scream at me through windows
Like widows
Begging for their lovers to come home...
All so beautiful...
Like petals on headstones
Or blood on snow...
Nightmares remind me
My life was never a show.
I remember triggers and barrels,
....
Screams and sparrows...
Blood spilled to keep blood concealed in the hearts I love
Are liters of my life well spent
The screams die down even in my own ears and silently I repent
The roses bloom,
In last winter's corpse.
Watch the strings on the loom,
They weave life's course.
Breathe in the same air ****** did,
Exhale the same breath Mother Theresa Had.
Accept the curse among the twigs,
For there are blessings to be had.
But never forget,
Any stone on that path.
Swallow regret,
We all wear a mask
Carpe Diem
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Stupid punk-headed faget *****
We ain't on the same level,
I will dust you off my shoes,
And I personally know the devil,
You ain't putting fear in my heart,
Its pure gold,
You can not start a war,
That has been finished since I wrote in this text box,
About how inconsiderate you ******* are,
Please you will get hit by a car,
And when the stars aligned and the time is right,
Your whole team will go down,
Like a neon light,
We power up,
We take control,
Like dash did to you,
You making me laugh so ******* hard,
I'm emasculating while I have the flu,
Once again **** the mafia,
A bunch of ******* weirdos,
Kiss my ***
While I sip my tea and eat my cheetos,
E-mail this to your mothers,
See if they don't get disgusted,
You ****** up bad,
Thinking I wasn't gonna respond but I wasn't,
Until you put melz in it,
And then a ***** got Belligerent
**** you and your crew,
A bunch of peasants.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC