"allllll" poems
The leech, he slithers in hot blood, unnoticed, ***** thoughts washed
Up in waves of serotonin, lust, licking his sickly sweet fingers allllll over you.
Love-struck, heart-throb cupid mask, pouring honey over gall, lipstick on a pig, love sows flower words,
Rose-petal roads to your heart (bed). Slick trickster, hid even from me, creeped
In through our first hug, but quick to gain momentum, take the wheel. Feed my starving eyes,
My fingers, skin, flesh *** a little step here, a little there, shuffling stealthily to home.
Engorged now, oozing, perusing, the feast is all empty plates and ***** knives
Looking up, eyes burning, through calm-surfaced quicksand,
from now-plumbed black, brackish depths. He casts aside your husk, your syrupy soul slurped,
even the joke of flowers wilts now. The core's poison, the cake is a lie, his bulge
my curved stomach is bloated with wriggling maggots, protruding, exuding slime, rot.
And I'm still hungry.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
You're so dreaaaamy baby.
Like really dreamy I wish you could
See me though.
I don't think you can in this huge crowd
But one day that smile on your face
Will be allllll mine.
You heard?
You're so dreaaaamy baby.
You still don't notice me
And it's so funny because you're all I see,
Think or speak about.
I saw you with your friends
Talking and walking.
You voice like silk
And words like spoiled milk
But you're so **** dreaaaamy baby.
You're so dreaaaamy baby.
I figured it out
You like girls with curly hair
Light skin
Voices like the ocean and
And skin so smooth
You wonder if it's a potion.
That's why you don't notice me baby.
I guess zigzag coils are out of style
And dark skin isn't cutting it for you
My voice is rusty and soft, it doesn't flow loudly and smoothly like the sea
And my skin; it's bumpy. But don't we all deal with acne?
You're so dreaaaamy baby
And I want to be your dream girl.
So I straighten my hair and curl it in loose waves, I stay out of the sun even on beach days
I talk louder, with eloquence and confidence
And I do everything possible for clear skin.
And you do notice me this time.
You fall headfirst in love
Yet I can't get out of my mind when you asked
If I was new at school
When I've been there, around you for 3 years
I can only chuckle and say "sort of. But not really."
And that's the real truth.
I sit with you and you friends for months
At lunch like I had been dying to for years.
You don't ask me many questions about myself
Other than "Are going to here or there."
You complement my processed hair
You compliment my silky skin
You compliment my personality 2.0
And it doesn't feel right
Being this
But I've lost who I was a long time ago
And it sorta feels like I'm lacking soul.
You were my dream baby.
But why do I feel like hell?
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
There's 104 days of self isolation,
and the cure comes along just to end it,
the annual problem of our generation,
is finding a way just to spend it, like maybe
making dalgona or making a donuts,
and avoiding friends for a month,
discovering vaccine that's not yet exist,
or maybe taking a showerrrrrrr.
ten ten ten
switching 3 different apps,
waiting for you to text,
ended up sleeping all daysssssss.
PHINEAS !!
As you can see there's a whole lot of stuff to do,
before this virus can kills us alllllll,
so stick around with us cause Phineas and Ferb Corona do it allllll.
MOM , PHINEAS AND FERB TRYNA MAKE A TITLE SEQUENCE !
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
It's quick
It's to-the-point
It's all american
And clever
It's humorous and famous
It contains all the celebrity
One would need #2b happy
It's full of digital photographs
And ***** sext messages
I can't believe how heavy it is
It's all paper
No gold or silver
Allllll paper
Kinda fake but kinda real
It's wild
It's now
It us
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
Just a republican girl
living in a liberal world
took the 4Runner going anywhere
Just a democrat boy
living in a conservative world
took the white Prius going anywhere
A singer in a smokey room
the marijuana's like perfume
for a puff they can share the night
it goes on and on and on and on
Strangers waiting
the traffic on the 5's insane
the endless cars stretch through the night
streetlights, people
there's no escaping anywhere
hide me somewhere in the night
too many beards and beer
there are "rainbows" everywhere
politics are in your face
all the time
some will win, some will lose
there are only reds or blues
the fighting never ends
it goes on and on and on and on
Strangers, waiting
the traffic on the 5's insane
the endless cars stretch through the night
streetlights, people
there's no escaping anywhere
hide me somewhere in the night
don't stop believing
that you can escape the city
street lights, people
don't care at allllll
don't stop believing
that you can escape the city
street lights, people
don't care at allllll
don't stop believing
that you can escape the city
street lights, people
don't care at allllll
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 4:31 AM UTC
Written to the wind, the lakes, the beautiful scene
that takes so little to love...I'm ready to go...
become a part of the flow, let it be a final kiss to the world.
cuz it sang songs it didn't know nothing about,
carrying false wisdom it isn't unsure about,
Take it allllll away, let me be like the wind and the lakes,
let them find a beautiful scene and say i just stopped to sing.
I'm ready, but are you... you're too ready, and deadening the world
with unperceived dreading...filling cups full of emptiness that would be better off being liquor...how much do you actually care.
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC