"afew" poems
A normal couple during the week,
But when the weekend comes,
They cancel all that bores them both,
And to passion they succumb,
She bathes in water full of roses,
Soaking up the essence,
While he chills out,
Afew quick drinks then unwraps his **** present,
Thet meet at home, the kitchen sink,
Their first of many meetings,
Then living room, where he comes first,
Her mouth licks up his greeting,
Theback yard table plays the host to we, hot loving passion,
Where she comes next, then to their room,
She models **** fashion,
They warp themselves around eachother,sweat just makes it better,
They probe their bodies, grinding down,
The scent makes her get wetter,
Before they know it, Monday's here,
And in comes that routine,
They kiss goodbye, head off to work, and crave next Friday,s meeting :)
Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 4:32 AM UTC
A deadbeat father
Is not just the one that up and leaves
Its the one that allows his woman to have an abortion
And never takes a moment to grieve
Its the one that
Comes around once a year claiming he cant afford child support
It doesnt cost a dime to 'support your child'
Its priceless to make them smile
You'd know that if you stuck around for a little while
Its the one that stays in their children's life
Yet allows their seeds
To watch him strike his wife 'til she bleeds
Its the one that
Punches his daughter in the face
Then expects a gift and a smile
On father's day
Its the one that
Forms a search party when he realizes his child has gone missing
But he's been slowly killing her on the 'inside' so
Do you really think he cares if her 'outside' is breathing
Its the one that
Kicked out his 15 year old daughter for coming home 2 minutes too late
Now her period is afew days late
So changed are her life and her babies fate
Its the one that
Snooped through all the rooms in the house and found a gun
Then instead of asking
Made assumptions and punched his son
So violence plus violence equals silence
For the next few years
Til Mr. Father hears the doorbell and brought to life are his greatest fears
Each detail that started years ago in darkness is brought to light
On how his son was brutally murdered in an 'unnecessary fight'
See the definition of father is
A man that 'raises' a child
Not one that brings them 'down'
Im speaking real truth here
Its time you started acting more like fathers and less like clowns
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 10:02 AM UTC
I am no warrior nor an adventurer
Never dreamt of touching the sun
the mere rays satify me
I am easy to please but easier to cease
I envy Icarus despite judgements
Because many have dreamt but afew pursued
I am one of those who chose to subdue
Cant seem teach myself to start anew
Like how false angels flew
Daring to be foolish is what i dream to do
Filling my heart with nothing but crude
Now comes the time I must pay my loo
For so long I have kept my piece within
Ever anxious for what the future awaits
Now,Im in need of sails beneath me
To push me forward out of these depths
In need of Icarus's lead
To help me express my greed
May Apollo's warmth bless me
For me to fight for what i need
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC
Once one opens their mind...
So many endless ideas encircle and fly.
These thoughts are vultures in the sky...
Pure lust for poetry and prose...
landing heavy on the nose...
picking on the bones...
of the dead...
'til they're dry...
I dont even have to try.
From the start its been a cartoon.
This...heart's been grazed by afew harpoons.
"Im bleeding" hung in quotations.
These fuckin' words flow so fluently from my foundation.
Reciting these writings that fall from my rib cage...
Almost 40 and still dont know how to act my age.
Frontal lobe speaks animation to the rest of my brain...
Secret whispers to myself.
Open up, say "Mind"...
My many meanings become less tranquil with time.
Times forgotten fortitude forged these strait lines.
This steel structure sunk securely in solid sediment...
This blood blotted into letters is all I represent.
This head of mine, this mind...stays deep in the mines.
Badly broken and bent on this dangerous descent.
Dec 14, 2009
Dec 14, 2009 at 1:49 PM UTC
*You write poetry ?
she almost cackles in disdain.
Followed by an incredulous eyeroll
Who the **** reads poetry anymore.
She continued that's pointless
And unattractive.
How do hope to get a girl.
As though getting bedded
was the reason I write.
She introduced me to her sister
I wrote poems for her
Poems that spilled my soul
onto the paper.
She read them
and said she loved them.
She saved them
in a collection book.
Afew weeks later
She invited me to her bed.
A place where I still love
To read my poetry for her.
So many many years later.*
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC