#nicknames
i call you baby
and it's like the world around us
just fades away,
like there isn't a huge stress
on our shoulders.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 12:05 PM UTC
Contentment has a different kind of sound
To everyone who has ever witnessed it.
It fills the heart and settles the mind
And baffles those who have dismissed it.
Those canting people that cackled at us
Scowling, “Give up, it’ll never work.”
We smiled and continued our courtship
Not thinkng them a bunch of jerks.
We carried on, celebrating our successes
And learning from our many mistakes
And in time we began to see quite well
This is just what love and life takes.
We made our plans and changed them
When things didn’t go the right way.
And step by step, and inch by inch
We became who we are today.
Now we have sounds we make to each other
Less words, more loving noises we utter,
Salutations cobbled together over the years
Some remolded nicknames we often mutter
Glad we have walls around, roof above, and
Sounds made upon our leaving or returning,
And all is well here in our home of love
A message that the home fire is still burning.
A visitor might ask us, and have before
What did he say, or maybe, what did you?
I could explain the habits of our years
But no need. I heard and of course, I knew.
We often use the telescope of contentment
And look backward to where the sounds began
To watch them change through time and space
And become what they became over the span.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
I am your Sunfeast
Protect your Angel in your embrace
**I will **** that beast**
With your infinite love & that evergreen grace
We will be happy together.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
I am your Sunfeast
Protect your Angel in your embrace
**I will **** that beast**
With your infinite love & that evergreen grace
We will be happy together.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
Scary Larry,
The Margarita Fairy
Could drink anything,
As long as it wasn’t dairy.
Bollocky Pollack
Put up his smock
Covered with paint
On the auction block.
Seven eight nine
Friends of mine
Are really just fine
Without toeing a line.
Five six seven
It is rather like heaven
To be gladly given
A life worth living.
And Yeaster Bunny
Thinking he was funny
Baked bread dildoes
That sold for bags of money.
Scott Tissue
Said “We’re gonna miss you.
Your bread will sell quicker
If don’t make *** an issue.”
Two three four
What are friends for
If you don’t accept them
Then throw them out the door?
Besides variety
Is much more fun
Than always being alone
With number one
Phony Joanie
Wishes for alimony
But refuses to divorce
Her husband Tony.
Skinny Lenny
First cousin of Kenny
Lives with nobody
But sleeps with many.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
I remember
when you promised
I could fall asleep
on
your shoulder
anytime
...
Does that still hold true?
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
Your nickname for me would sound wrong from another's lips.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
he called her a princess,
while she called him blind.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
I shortened my name
not out of shame
but merely to be a hero and save...
you
The embarrassment of not being able to say
and you cannot say this is not true
That when you read my name it confuses you
How the Brie is like cheese
and the Ana is pronounced foreignly
Put together
having no meaning;
To you.
But to me it's originality makes me
me
A shortened name carries a long line of pain
A name that no one can understand because it's always being changed
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC