"aper" poems
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ask
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towrit
eabou
tyou
andm
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tokiss
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aper
with
your
nam
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 4:13 AM UTC
my loves, the many accumulated mn-
eumonic responses play'd on future
women. ideas based on the poiv-
rottes of idealized affectation past.
cesspools emptied by the horse-tanks
with stelth in the night, but the-
re couldn't be much stealth for a target
reeking of **** and convalescence.
sadness and that odor would
hang heavy in the first cold rains
of winter. transplanting thoughts,
always transplanted emotions of
subjugation. she was waiting for
someone, this now past but once
future poivrotte. feet to be
knock'd from under, body to find
lulling embrace. mind the levitat-
ing affect. mind, the missing
portion of our feint'd love.
and
- I was always empty and
both sad and happy
with a third-class train ride, at
mon poivrottes' expense of mentality.
we could used to lay together talk-
king in adult tones through our
child mouths. remembering to poc-
ket fruit to retain our breakfast
from freezing. speaking no truer
words than those utter'd while
embraced. words from the mou-
ths of us children. truer words
never could be counterfeit, never
could be spoken without loss of
conscience. Cezanne-dreams of color,
Impressionist subconscious,
j'adore mon poivrottes. feasting of mo-
vement and staining all around with
the strong cafe au lait. follow'd aper-
itif, following digestifs, following back
to lie. to flow words from our child mo-
uths, we would walk paths through the
woods in the Autumn twilight. the trees
were sculptures having their leaves
stripped bare. walking alongside, we walk'd
ourselves down the same separate path.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
Yung di tayo magkakilala
Tipong ngayon lang nagkita
Yung kinakausap kita
Na tila hangin ka lang pala
Yung ngingitian mo ako
Kahit alam **** malungkot ako
Tatayo at malakas natatawa
At sasabay ang patak ng aking mga luha
Sabay aper sayo
Tapos kakaway ka palayo
Hahabulin kita
At titigil ka bigla
Ikay bibigkas ng malakas
Bulong lang saakin an lakas
Maglalakad tayo
At di na muling magtatagpo
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
the words we
wrote on our
slitted pieces
of paper wer
e all lies and
i hope that w
hoever pulls
our old batt
ered notebo
ok out of th
e dusty ches
t in the man
or falling ap
art that we r
ulled with p
aper hats an
d painted na
ils knows tha
t our love wa
sn't really me
ant to be.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
You inept ****
Sunday driver flunky,
******* snake seeking shelter in the mongoose's belly-
Because it's easier to bend over and take it
Instead of ******* back the r(e)aper.
You 9 to 5 yes-man,
"No, that suit doesn't make you look fat"
You say as you chew the cud;
Thank you for the spit,
And may I eat this bowl of your ********
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC