#lip
I remember your hands.
They are strong and gentle!
I remember your eyes.
They're incredibly deep!
I remember your lips.
They're so mint and sinner!
I remember your voice.
It's the passion indeed!
I remember all:
As I was without you,
Alone as a pup,
Thrown into a ditch.
Weltered in life,
Ruined disgusting.
I was forgotten,
Dusted and *******
I remember you.
You looked afar,
Past me at all,
As if an unknown.
You were so scared.
You chickened out,
You disappeared.
I'm now a stone.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC
“In some office sits a poet,
and he trembles as he sings,
and he asks some guy,
to circulate his soul around”
Joni Mitchell
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joni:
your both sides
then and now,
was my guiding glasses
for a life of motley loving
and love, gained, pained,
lost and found
as a younger man,
and now, as old soul
with rear view perspective,
the glasses tinted transition grey,
(matching his pallor, his hair.
his transient perspective,
trembling fingers as he writes,
with humility,
0
pleeze circulate these
decoded words
mate them out of clay
hoping come new daylight
one or two, even a few
will lend a rosy thistle, blow softly
an encouraging breeze
upon this poem
the freedom to burn into
glowing embers
in our circulating worlds
of pass/fail
it’s my mere soul
you pass judgement
with a hint of tasteful scents
on
and beyond
with an
honorable push
your mentioned
breath,
guiding them
to the currents
where poems go to
blossom
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 9:39 AM UTC
Gentle soft uncoordinated lips
Through all seasons
You call upon me
To be kind sweet and mean
When I am gone
Will you still call for me
Or will you share all of you
To someone new
And call on her
May 31, 2023
May 31, 2023 at 7:35 PM UTC
One day I will meet my end.
Will your face fade from my eyes?
I lay buried with you in my heart.
The circling sun and moon come together in a line.
Abstinence and honesty lose their grip.
I die bit by bit seeing the quiver of your lip.
O beloved, I implore you to give me your heart.
Standing on the other shore, longing to reach you.
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 9:52 PM UTC
—After Sum 41
Through your social distortion of extortion at the
most absurd proportions, I realize I need a doctor
not a proctor for when I test the helicopter you said
you’d never offer to a lowly pauper. You could say it’s my
bad I even tried that so now I cry-laugh in the lilacs while my mom
throws bombs through satcoms to lighten the weather. I should’ve
known better and left the head sever nether that continuously had
me tethered to the emotionally unfettered. I really need to find an
honest man before I enforce a plan of a 1000th trimester abortion.
bortion
bortion
bortion
bortion
bortion
bortion
bortion
bortion
bortion
bortion
bortion
After all the fat lips you gave me I
realized I’m a matchstick baby and don’t
need your rabies to save me. I don’t think I want
to live in your lair with your despair share stares turning to
a bitter taste once I start to face the human waste
falling on my head when I fall in your bed instead of my
king sized comforter singing trumpeter of a simple time—
childhood confined, morality defined by design until I become
the demons as you free them for freedom until they’re just another
lover to call my brother. The hits to my lips caused a casualty
of me casually even though I was never alive actually. Of
all the fists fighting me, it’s you I’d like to remove from society.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 4:25 PM UTC
only I know
when I email you
tidbits of life,
that I need only
address you as b,
for in a nano second,
my tablet will acknowledge
that I am writing in secret code to mine own
beloved
~~~
7:05 am
NYC
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
~~~
for our children and their children
~~~
the reason we say so oft,
in whispers emboldened,
I love you
to our children
is not the utility of
its summarizing brevity
no, no.
it is because
the eloquence of simplicity
supersedes any other poem
we could ever write...
~~~
July 26 2015
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
Lip Dip Paint
One Two
Lip Dip Pain
Three Four
Lip Dip Pai
Five Six
Lip Dip Pa
Seven Eight
Lip Dip P
Nine Ten
Lip Di
Eleven Twelve
Necrosis of the teeth
the bone becomes brittle
limping with sore feet
the jaw shatters
sores line the throat
mouth only of gums
blood starts to flow
only holes left to tongue
red seeps out the mouth
doctors say this must be syphilis
Oh God, it hurts
to work for greed so villainous
Lip D
One Two
Lip
Three Four
Li
Five Six
L
Seven Eight
Nine Ten
Another girl in the ground again
Eleven Twelve
It's safe, don't you want to
radiate?
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC
My stomach is in a knot
Because as my lips are being traced by yours
My name is on the tip of your tongue
But you don't spit it out
You complain about the song
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
what a rose,
he, henry.
what a rose,
with cotton thorns.
cotton touch,
and lips of wine,
how i wish
he could be mine.
what a glance,
his eyes of pine,
let’s share a dance,
please, don’t be shy.
a twist, a turn,
and down the hill,
it heats, the burn,
it always will.
what a rose,
a rose that’s bending.
bending,
with my every touch,
it is time i stop pretending
no one could carry disaster such.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
When I see that face
I forget all the pain
I have been through!
Then the only words I get
on my lips are I love you.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
I exist in his lower lip,
and upper teeth.
I exist in the way he used to say my name,
twisted and voluptuous.
I exist in the shade of his black curtains,
the last breathe of his cigarette,
and the slow sip of his drink.
I exist in the backseat of his car,
3 a.m sharp on his wrist watch,
and every knock on my bedroom door.
I exist in the sake of our past,
in every attempt of forgetting him without losing myself,
but I do not exist in his memory.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC
I bite my lip
Until I bleed
To prevent my thoughts
From pouring out
Drowning you
Before we have a chance
To swim
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
Try to look your best
While you can’t even find a single dress.
Figured an easy task,
But, heck, you haven’t even been asked....
So walk around, don’t sit.
Go in circles to find a cheap lip kit,
And hope for another chance
Because this just may be your last dance.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
You close your eyes and take a glass
Put in some ice and grab my ***
Pour in red wine then take a sip
I call you mine and bite your lip
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
Skin torched
Tongue porcelain
Unable to convey
What I have to say
One day
One day
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
I leaned back
And started falling
Into the haze
Of your scent,
Absorbing the *****
From your fingertips,
Saturating from your
Deep brown eyes.
It only takes seconds
But feels forever,
I bite my lip
As you watch me land
On your white bed sheets.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
Evening sun's, hot pulsating lips,
fervently seek the ocean blue, touch
for a sizzling, long,passionate kiss.
The ecstasy resulted makes inroads
as waves of anesthetic darkness,
engulfing the glow of consciousness
bringing the world as a whole
in to a soporiferous languor,pleasurable.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC
In the end it doesn't matter if I get my **** touched or my **** ******
Get permission to lip little kisses on your hip skin, kiss that ****
It turns out I can please myself, with my mouth, only the wall's help
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC