#toe
last night I called my girlfriend
last night I broke my toe
last night I told her about my toe
last night she told me to go to the doctor
last night I told her I didn't wanna go to the doctor
last night she lead me through why I didn't wanna go
last night I told her I was too scared
last night I told her I thought they were judging me when I went
last night she asked in what way
last night I told her I thought it was because I was fat
last night I cried my eyes out on the phone
last night she told me for an hour I wasnt
last night I refused to believe her'
last night she hung up after I wouldn't listen
last night I started panicking that she wasn't there anymore
last night I thought about killing myself
last night I couldn't take it anymore and called the hotline
last night they didn't reply
last night they never connected me with anyone
last night I didn't have anyone to go to because
last night she was gone so I was alone
last night I was so close to goodbye
but last night also told me I couldnt leave her like that
last night knew I couldn't die with her dissapointed
last night knew I needed to fix myself before I was gone
last night I fell asleep before I did anything
and this morning I woke up
I texted my girlfriend good morning
and I told her I promised I would be better
because last night believed I could
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 5:41 PM UTC
When I am over the moon
feels of a mo reaching for the stars.
The very moment I feel it the most
my toes are dipped in the dust.
Dec 23, 2021
Dec 23, 2021 at 6:53 PM UTC
Body is thy art for centuries.
Body is thy art from form and bone, to flesh and blood.
Body is thy art for the private genitals of ****** function.
Body is thy art to own a kiss of each lip.
Body is thy art...
Each connecting bone, head to toe...body is thy art.
Our vocal cords that tighten as we speak...body is thy art.
Body is thy art because of it's natural form unknown to human yet known to soul as our eyes meet each stranger.
Body is thy art when we touch and connect.
We are art.
Sexuality is not an embarrassment, because body is thy art that we share everywhere.
Every ****** made from touch and *********** body is thy art throughout all humanity.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
If her trousers were any
tighter,
I'd have to get the clippers out
As that toe, was in need of a trim..
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
She took a hesitant first step
Closer to bay.
Sand crunched under her toes,
And cold slapped her ankles,
As a wave broke upon the shore.
Receding waters,
Left her tilting like creaking post,
Overburdened with laundry.
Surprised, she jumped backwards
Retreating to the sane solid ground.
But sanity lost,
To the wild, tempestuous sea.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 4:49 AM UTC
head to toe kissing
I the mundane
moonlight madnesses, a possessive noun,
commissions gravitational pulls that disobey and obey
laws of interstellar loving. The antique modalities once and forever, forever laying still, stilled in places of antiquities and historical need, are thundershower and hail rudely reawakened, the undertow of
pull and push, the yanking hands of need for others, for others,
it’s the explosive-knowledge, the opening of the old kitbag of perpetual principles, that crazy head to toe kissing is no less necessary, more so, than the computation of the total breaths mundane, unnoticed even now as I write of them, that we will count from that very first, in deed, they are one and the same, like the same
kisses given from head to toe
II the profane
at the first, the body insists, I am but a long haul trailer, no taxi me,
cargo and passengers, are my quatrain accompaniments,
traveling companions boon, my own toons, too soon disembarked,
songs of parents and lovers, children and others, your visage passed
without your permission, but with your happy encouragement,
to generations that will see things that futurists dare not
even mention, but the profane urge to warn them all, kisses from head to toe, elevates, and overcomes...so when most of my names dusted with forgetfulness, lost in the waves, my scorching soft lips will be recalled just as an airy flight of light brushing upon a newborn’s eyelids just at the moment of birth. A rustling more felt than heard, the ****** and bruised carrying body will sensate and instantly forget, but nonetheless transmit genetically, that the profane of birth and life renewing can be only washed away, when past and future, recalled and recreated, kisses from head to toes, dripping with softening saltwater tears, a chemical organic reagent of creation,
inside the histories of head to toe kissing
III the insane
so when, somewhere, some place, a man’s body prepares
tous ses adieux, his memory foolishly sane and strong,
his wasted paper bag container ship, rust bucketed,
crinkled and wrinkled, skin folding in on itself, hanging to bones
by stretched sinews and tendons that no longer tend to business,
loosened and gangly, they hang on barely to the bare nakedness of
evolutionary processes, mostly not, offset, by the tenderizing effects of kisses, from invisible attendees, unconscious they,
willingly and unwillingly, offering farewells in actuality...
head to toes, noses to belly buttons, tatted, tattered, and still tasted by dying cells. It’s insane to think it’s even possible one retains each and all, but he does, those few given, those few millions he gave away for cheap belly laughs and poems, decade upon decade accumulated are the totality of him, all of them free and sealed in kisses from head to toes
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
there were more than
half
an
tear
could
you drop
me in an
whole
ask
if
?
...
..
.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC
cuz...well...this cerebral cortex lacks
ability to comprehend anything
more complex than playing jacks
aware his severe cognitive ability hacks
away at such juvenile gibberish
and most likely exacts
a prediction my intelligence
on par with bracts
very much aware that
without recourse to contrivances
delineating the passage of time,
wherever said out
standing invisible essence
which moments lapse just now ago
Now!
no just a moment ago Yaw
that, this or another instant
did without so much as a wow
lapse, and lucky
21st **** Sapiens to vow
and lay claim thee or thou
aware the amorphous ether
one can ****** as a sow
or any other animate or
inanimate direct or indirect object re:
yule lie zing
any analogy, metaphor, simile,
et cetera a poor substitute to pre
sent every second, minute,
hour...that doth nee
dull our attention akin
to banshees, or comparison
to something else
totally tubularly off the wall lee
ving without a trace
only prompt a feeble yet apropos je
ne sais quois, yet even then any primate a he
than (if individual couched in this free
to believe in any religion country, and cre
may shun versus burial predicated
adherence to idea of a soul aie...aye
how write with frustration struggle to affix bye
and bye, some nebulous notion, that doth defy
tis a futile effort to codify, fortify,
identify abstract concepts, whose high
arc key eludes pinpointing a per jai
guru dev, place or thing (ha)
even scrunching brow
defeats and doth be lie
this one measly mortal well nigh
tuckered out on par with calculating pi
tangential to asking if and/or
how i can access
fullest potential...say to write
about with the aid of symbols
i.e. letters to expound on an idea trite
or one that confounded mankind
many millenniums or quite
sum indeterminate orbits 'round el sol,
no ability within this mite
ova reproductive happenstance (yes me),
whom ye could tell go fly a kite
for inducing confusion,
but the nature of this har re: beast
with a little insight
gripped, harangued, rankled,
et cetera, thus communicates
hello or goodnight,
which understandable
simple words may not excite
as quotidian oft repeated philosophical
mental challenges
i didst expend effort to cite,
which mind exercises offers
no exit, ouch that doth byte
and if subjected to a brain scan
would blind technicians
and set alight
frenzied uproar amidst **** Sapiens
via intense thinking to induce blind
ness flailing at feeling trapped
asper being teased at find
ding no beginning
or end like a mobius strip
analogous to space/ time continuum
that little effort could
blow a fuse in the mind.
adieu: from matthew scott harris
hook halls schwenksville, pennsylvania
hiz home tow win.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
in
your
mothers
shoes
we dont care
if
she
danced
or not
you
don't know me
one steel toed boot
try me
on
?
...
..
.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
We are humans!
We are different.
We vary with each other from head to toe.
You cannot eat the same food as someone else eats.
You cannot always love someone back who loves you.
We make different choices.
We are different.
And that's really fine.
After all we are humans!
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 3:40 PM UTC
The giraffe and the mouse lived in a big tall house.
The mouse asked giraffe "do I make you laugh?"
In response to the mouse, the giraffe said "no"
"How can I laugh when you're close to my toe?"
"Close to your toe?" Said the mouse "but why?
Giraffe looked down and began to cry.
"It's a long story mouse" giraffe cried in despair.
"I'm all ears" said mouse and he pulled up a chair.
"To cut a long story short I've got an in growing nail"
"Oh" said mouse with a flick of his tail.
"Leave it to me I'll be back in a minute"
He brought back a kit with some first aid in it.
"Lift up your foot" and mouse set to work.
Giraffe raised his leg trying not to ****
Mouse fixed the nail in no time at all
Giraffe was impressed by mouse so small!
"How did you do it?" Asked giraffe in disbelief
Mouse just wiped his brow with a handkerchief.
"While I'm down here giraffe is there anything I've missed?"
"After all...
I'm the one and only....
Qualified rodent chiropodist!"
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
A hair fell from my eyebrow
and landed in my eye,
it caused my eye to water
just like when you cry.
I cleaned it with my finger
which made this small hair slip
it landed underneath my nose,
just above my lip.
I hadn't noticed where it went
it lay there on my face,
and over time it rooted
and then multiplied this place.
I started scratching at the spot,
I thought I had a rash
but when I looked more closely
I found I had a moustache.
It was as I point out to you
protruding out of the skin
and spread out over many days
and now its on my chin.
I know I didn't have a rash
and it was as I feared
I never only had moustache,
now I had a beard.
This spreading still continues
and I don't think that it's fair
for from my head to toenail
I am now covered in hair.
I've tried so hard to cut it off
and every time I fail
but what is really worrying
is now I have a tail.
So if you see a hair that's loose
and resting on your face
I do suggest you take it off
before it grows some place.
Cause when this hair gets rooted
you see how it can take over
and it is so embarrassing
when people call you Rover.
I don't know what is happening
but when I'm in the park,
I run around, I lick my nuts,
I growl and I bark.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
I like my bare feet
right in front of the fan.
It tickles,
the wind;
blowing kisses on my toes.
My toenails are red.
I'd just noticed; I'd forgotten
how I painted them shiny
as I hummed nonsense words.
It's chipping off now,
I'd have to repaint them.
Blue?
Purple?
No, I'll stick to red.
Red has many meanings
but I do not care much for them.
Some things are better left simple -
My toenails are just one of those things.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
you're the perfect beat in the song
together, you're knotted with a perfect memory
you're a could have, should have,
you're a wish and a dream
and to trace my fingertips across your skin
feels like heaven and bliss running through me
head to toe, and sometimes at a breaking point
but I'm not even sure if my words mean anything
because we can spend all night, all day, all year
talking. laughing. fighting.
we can spend forever in ecstasy, thinking it'll never end
I will still have my doubts
because you're a couldn't have, shouldn't have
just a wish and another goodbye
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC