#juicy - Hello Poetry

I just saw an article called, “Being Smart Is Officially **** Again.” Reading’s now considered a happy, shiny experience, where once, it was considered a solitary, antisocial or even lesbian activity. Yes, after years of wellness-core and clean-girl aesthetics, smart-girls are finally considered one of the juicier meats. Haza! That’s all we’ve ever really wanted. “Peter, quick! Get a pic of me studying!” . . Songs for this Racecar by The 3 Clubmen Wait Another Moment by The Bingtones

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Apr 16

Apr 16, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC

anaisvionet

Haza!

I just saw an article called, “Being Smart Is Officially **** Again.” Reading’s now considered a happy, shiny experience, where once, it was considered a solitary, antisocial or even lesbian activity. Yes, after years of wellness-core and clean-girl aesthetics, smart-girls are finally considered one of the juicier meats. Haza! That’s all we’ve ever really wanted. “Peter, quick! Get a pic of me studying!” . . Songs for this Racecar by The 3 Clubmen Wait Another Moment by The Bingtones

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I don't know if You know what I mean when I say that I'm thinking about you, let me explain: I sense you as though I am near you, My thoughts reach out to you, trying to reach you, To touch you, to see you, to hear you I know you're not here, but You're here in my inner view, I hold you inside me and Hide me inside you. Can you, too, feel me beside you?

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Oct 25, 2019

Oct 25, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC

annatman

Do you?

I don't know if You know what I mean when I say that I'm thinking about you, let me explain: I sense you as though I am near you, My thoughts reach out to you, trying to reach you, To touch you, to see you, to hear you I know you're not here, but You're here in my inner view, I hold you inside me and Hide me inside you. Can you, too, feel me beside you?

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How can "parents" Allow their daughters To waddle around In hotpants Or sweats With dubious messages Printed on their *** What do they expect... And why should they react When I ask the little lady To bend over and hold it So I can read it?

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Aug 10, 2019

Aug 10, 2019 at 4:15 AM UTC

connecthook

Got Pink?

How can "parents" Allow their daughters To waddle around In hotpants Or sweats With dubious messages Printed on their *** What do they expect... And why should they react When I ask the little lady To bend over and hold it So I can read it?

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so juicy that I had to wash both my elbows

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Jan 21, 2019

Jan 21, 2019 at 8:41 AM UTC

breanna-evans

Ripe (10w)

so juicy that I had to wash both my elbows

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Yes we did we went out to Phil's and horked down a meal of fat not for the old as it'd prolly **** that's just a matter of fact Juicy burgers and moist buns filled with meat and with cheese no greater feast under the sun so we ate it quick as you please We followed it up with Amy's ice cream creamy and full of the best something she'd never eaten or seen putting too shame all the rest Back at her place we rolled and we played we did things that have never been done Settled our hungers and settled our moods our bodies we teased as we sung I know it's so rude and crude as she screamed at the top of her voice beneath her sheets all steamy and lude "I'm so **** creamy and juicy and moist"

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Jul 20, 2018

Jul 20, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

Phil's Burgers, and Amy's Icecream (Best of Austin)

Yes we did we went out to Phil's and horked down a meal of fat not for the old as it'd prolly **** that's just a matter of fact Juicy burgers and moist buns filled with meat and with cheese no greater feast under the sun so we ate it quick as you please We followed it up with Amy's ice cream creamy and full of the best something she'd never eaten or seen putting too shame all the rest Back at her place we rolled and we played we did things that have never been done Settled our hungers and settled our moods our bodies we teased as we sung I know it's so rude and crude as she screamed at the top of her voice beneath her sheets all steamy and lude "I'm so **** creamy and juicy and moist"

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We want to tear in - To taste all the juices Knowing that now, All too soon, we could lose this. We want to drink All the things in this world And never Stop to breathe. For the wheel Takes and it gives Some things will die While others still live When the day Gives way to new day We're afraid what we love Might all fall away. Still, the world demands That we must let go And let the deep rivers In motion all flow Dropping our leaves Going back to our roots Re-evaluating What we know to be true. Stop to breathe. Before the next bite, Stop to breathe.

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Nov 2, 2017

Nov 2, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC

subconscious-on-parade

Day 23: Juicy

We want to tear in - To taste all the juices Knowing that now, All too soon, we could lose this. We want to drink All the things in this world And never Stop to breathe. For the wheel Takes and it gives Some things will die While others still live When the day Gives way to new day We're afraid what we love Might all fall away. Still, the world demands That we must let go And let the deep rivers In motion all flow Dropping our leaves Going back to our roots Re-evaluating What we know to be true. Stop to breathe. Before the next bite, Stop to breathe.

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Yo quiero ser la otra: La que escondes de noche, La de paseos en coche, La de cosas prohibidas, Quiero ser la querida: Por siempre tu derroche, Cómplice en tus huidas, La que lame tus heridas Y sabe mirarte a los ojos (Cuando ni tú mismo te reconoces,) Jamás ser la oficial, Ni la de la silla presidencial, Ni la santísima catedral, Yo: Yo quiero ser templo escondido, En medio de la sombra del suplicio, A donde llegas hambriento y cansado A ofrecer tu sacrificio, Tu amor Sin derechos, ni beneficios... Caemos lentamente al precipicio, Donde dicen que de allá uno jamás vuelve, Una sombra roja nos envuelve, Dicen que ahí es donde los pecados se absuelven, Ahí, donde te conocí, En ese bar de mala muerte, De la mano de aquel con el alma rota... Yo quiero ser la otra.

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Oct 3, 2016

Oct 3, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC

xuanito-de-la-puente

La Otra

Yo quiero ser la otra: La que escondes de noche, La de paseos en coche, La de cosas prohibidas, Quiero ser la querida: Por siempre tu derroche, Cómplice en tus huidas, La que lame tus heridas Y sabe mirarte a los ojos (Cuando ni tú mismo te reconoces,) Jamás ser la oficial, Ni la de la silla presidencial, Ni la santísima catedral, Yo: Yo quiero ser templo escondido, En medio de la sombra del suplicio, A donde llegas hambriento y cansado A ofrecer tu sacrificio, Tu amor Sin derechos, ni beneficios... Caemos lentamente al precipicio, Donde dicen que de allá uno jamás vuelve, Una sombra roja nos envuelve, Dicen que ahí es donde los pecados se absuelven, Ahí, donde te conocí, En ese bar de mala muerte, De la mano de aquel con el alma rota... Yo quiero ser la otra.

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He's a thundercrash thorncake Can crush you with a handshake Juicy as a rare steak Feeds my dreams Owns a chartreuse shotgun Is taller than the noon sun Has me coming undone Licks my pain He's a cyanide thrill ride A rollercoaster landside Likes it by the bedside Fills my ache I am his and he's mine Like succotash and sunshine Exploding like a landmine Save our souls!

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Nov 27, 2014

Nov 27, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC

louvaughn

My Man

He's a thundercrash thorncake Can crush you with a handshake Juicy as a rare steak Feeds my dreams Owns a chartreuse shotgun Is taller than the noon sun Has me coming undone Licks my pain He's a cyanide thrill ride A rollercoaster landside Likes it by the bedside Fills my ache I am his and he's mine Like succotash and sunshine Exploding like a landmine Save our souls!

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC

ChristiMichaels

blueberries {haiku#6}

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