#thumb
**** does as **** was...
Through aspire, and an eye
The total of a wish, has a mightier thus
Come here in the keep, well to know lye
Secrets in love, you should know:
Pains in the sky, remember to live well
Time is ours, like a light I owe
The role of the misery in the river, is a hell
We never saw your smile, when the irony we describe
Silver has my imagination, gold has my discretion
Suppose a fish found out, a shiny shell in the silence
Wasn't a sin in our lap, until a purpose in a stare, an ovulation?
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
A hitchhiker
On the interstate of love.
It seems,
I am always hanging my thumb out
Searching for something real.
Anything real.
In what seems to me,
A very sad and ingenuine world.
Just as I thought I'd found meaning.
And for those I have loved,
Those I have left, or have gone from me
Was it your or I?
The want to be free.
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 11:42 PM UTC
ticket to the train station
tempted to train my motivation
singing swan songs for my salvation
toking for a moments vacation, coaching vocation
warp the world around my thumb
sway to the beats of my drum
angels pick me up, scared to become
all the things i have been ashamed of
iridescent sparkles that were judged as vain
steady shovelling the **** shaving down the over grown bushes
the path was there all along; i see her now
what the **** was i even doing
Apr 11, 2023
Apr 11, 2023 at 12:29 PM UTC
Herald the noise
and raze too the sound
of the thumb, pon the battleground
Harken to me
celebrating the free
and let your thumb speak aloud
Touch the touch screen
making a positive choice
say to the trolls
return to your holes
so down with the negative
voice
Raise up your hands
and foil the plans
of the dark and ominous twist
Say as you must
in poetry, trust
thumbs up
and defiant
all fist
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC
With the subtle 𝘱𝘰𝘱 of her bubblegum,
I became numb.
I knew then that I had been trapped underneath
the gentle pressure of her thumb.
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 2:29 PM UTC
Quivering lip under my teeth,
wide eyed I stared into the blank.
It lured me a moment earlier
now it just disappeared.
So I peeked into my subconscious
unbounded by the passing time
Waiting to be struck by that perfect rhyme.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
Try wanking with your
big toe and longer
toe-ish part..
Its like a ********* with out
the awkwardness..
Except your palm gets jealous,
and starts showing the pressure
it can put on this
relationship..
Jealousy is a digit
not giving a grasp when needed,
cos you choose another appendage.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC
No words were ever uttered,
no tears fell from her eyes;
She felt her heart, being torn apart,
in the darkness of her night.
~
"What did I do," she asked herself,
"to deserve this pain I feel;"
For every night they'd come to her,
and all she felt was ill.
~
Enduring the pain she wore like a Cloak,
she'd lay motionless in her bed;
Shattered and torn, since the day she was born,
oh how this child's heart bled.
~
When they were finished using her,
she was cast aside like trash;
Stepping on her clothes, when they arose,
her heart would burn, as it crashed.
~
So damaged and used, torn and abused,
she never felt wanted or loved;
She'd face the wall, curled up in a ball,
and began to **** her right thumb.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
A little green plant
Just ready to pluck
Crystal shining brightly
With any such luck
Find the best spot
Hang it down to dry
Watch it swing
Think about your supply
Highly be aware
of your buds
No one needs
Happiness turned dud
Take your time
While you clean
Smoking a seed
Is awful and mean
Favourite part ,break apart
Once Confined then grind
Smoke it all up
Sit back ,and unwind
that lil green plant
Will blow your mind.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
I don't know how I met you. Inspired.
It's like you appeared out of the thin air.
Newly created...
I held my own, just barley,
As you looked at me, across your dinner table at mid day or earlier.
Like it was early in the morning even though it wasn't.
Fresh and geeky, tidy and neat, And on a mission!
You smiled, laughed and winced in my general direction.
I answered your questions, one worded like.
You answered mine before I even asked, I was mystified.
You're like a feather, from a native chiefs head dress,
Dipped in ink,
Then blown onto a piece of paper made of pure flexible gold,
Written into existence by divine inscription.
Dawson Creek...
I made a sculpture. Five so far,
I cut my thumb, multiple times on this one, multiple times.
Sorry. To number five and to myself,
Bad skills, bad counter-pressure,
Blood, scars, band-aids.
Blood on five, scars on me,
Pouce Coupe...
Between for me equals the space between,
Between Dawson Creek and Grand Prairie,
Like Pouce Coupe, is "cut thumb", in french.
A mother tongue language of somewhere in me, undiscovered.
English is my Papa tongue, the language of, "let's get things done!"
Both pretty good. One definitely more productive! Go!
Pouce Coupe, the undiscovered middle ground.
A french name for an English town.
Pouce Coupe...
Like this sculpture,
Art from the space between, Like the memory of you,
My "lost" friends,
Memories like driving there and home again.
Through memory lane.
It's like Pouce Coupe, the memory of you.
Like the scar, the cut thumb, the memories good and all my bad.
And somewhere in between I'll meet you all again,
Most likely in "Pouce Coupe".
The unpredictable space between,
Pouce Coupe...
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
our president is
waging Thumb Wars
pressing the button
another pinball appears
he pulls back the spring
and hits send
watching the vociferous orb
encapsulated with incorrigibility
ricochet across the continents
the hemispheres
the stratospheres
across every neighborhood
and nation
bing bing boing
the barricades throb
and eyes light up
as the points
begin to rack up
1
2
3
4
he got-ta new-high score
wow
such big thumbs
for such tiny hands
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
And as the sting in my eyes,
painfully becomes numb.
I say I'm okay,
as I point down my thumb.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
my thumb
pushing down
on a lighter
is more calming
than a
small hand
holding said thumb
watching
anything burn
is more
entertaining
to me
than the
dancing flames
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
I was dancing at a dance club
Two stepping all about
When my thumb, it found a belt loop
And I couldn't get it out
I shifted and I wiggled
I ****** my hips out front in time
I bent over and I shimmied
I was twerking on the line
Now, I ain't no Miley Cyrus
You can believe me now or not
I wasn't up there twerking
It's because my thumb was caught
I sashayed and I moseyed
And others got up too
My thumb was still encumbered
What the hell was I to do?
I was twerking like a mad man
Not knowing how, or why
But the pain in my one digit
Just made me want to die
Maybe now I know the reason
Miley Cyrus did her dance
She wasn't up there being slutty
She had her thumb stuck in her pants
Now, I'm through with twerking
And there's is one thing that you'll find
That unlike young Miley Cyrus
You don't want to watch me from behind!!!
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
Following Friday's sins,
I'd usually sleep in.
That Saturday Mammy called up;
There was Daddy dripping blood,
Clinging to his thumb.
He was stubborn.
He sat back,
I drove fast,
And left him in emerg.
Hours later,
Back at home,
The phone.
The power switch
Was already off,
But on the floor,
Next to the saw,
I saw the thumb
Lying strangely alone,
The skin, the nail, the bone.
He died incomplete.
His stump was a talisman.
Grandkids got a kick from it
Asking him to count to ten.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC
This is the end of my thumb
A pen run dry the ink feels numb
Its written books on thinner mirrors
Cobalt patterns smooth the errors
Hops from spots to spots
Sturdier that eyes with dots
No warmth to refill this pen
It leaves along with days that end
An igloo at the equator
Forced within refrigerator
Water bottle filled to its top
No cap on top to let it drop
My thumb envies daggers as it fades
A spaceship top in black it craves
Here is the end of my thumb
My mouth must speak of times, I know
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
as we sat there i traced my thumb along your skin
trying to dig into the constellations with just a trace of my finger
wondering if maybe you understood why
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC