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Zywa Nov 2022
I wander along the stores
which make the pitch dark less scary
although you never know who may pop up

and that would not be Prince Charming
who can break through his spell
with my love, so that instantly
the shop window is a marriage bed
with sky blue curtains

and we get an enema because
of the spurning the chewable tablets
to let go of the past
and to seal our future
only dressed in a crown

with the red plug in his ****
and the green one in mine
The girls from my work
escort us to the bed
which we mount under applause

Their hands lay us down
and rub us up
for the grand finale
"Drug Store" (1927, Edward Hopper)

Laxative "Ex-Lax" (chewable tablets)

Collection "NightWatch"
zebra Jun 2019
hi bloodline, blood warm, crush kisses
red as a dress
chewable dandelion
interstate of honeybunches and grinning stars
over night lily light
and forever thighs
spit shine your moon beam
kfaye Dec 2015
you, soidal
like a wave that comes creeping
under my cages.
covers.
and the hairs in your ear.  stand still enough so as not to get caught-
in empathy
under a reaming sleep.
i tricked you into going for a ride while the roads were still wet.
there, nothing left to do.
and i,
the lisping slit filled to a two fingered fist.
front feet dragging
across
the threads of a plastic
waterbottle mouth.
            the
bullet passed through.
wetpennies.numb-deep in the lungs
the slippery film of a chewable vitamin still clinging under molars.
socks slipping down into the toes
the air swept aside into a new season, lips flared
a weekday in the back seat

and when i sweat
i check the threat
of thunder storms on my weather app.
and it calls out to us:
                   have an awesome day and a fabulous weekend
have an awesome day and a fabulous weekend
don'tfuckwithourhearts
don't let me down
hold on to it.
don't go believing in better things

and in and around the ocean, i need a fake friend
now

repeat it back to me.
fix all my mistakes.
**** me at the right time.
kick me in the skin cells
keep me.
itching at the skin
[February the twenty-seventh]
My hair is unwashed and here is blood in my spit.
There is *** on my shirt, requires care to notice.
I have a headache and took two chewable aspirin.
My hand on my cock!
Five, say, ten cumshot salute!
Ready, Aim, Shoot!

I played with a toothpick, pushed into my gums
whenever the professor looked quizzical.
I pick my nose whenever I'm sitting,
smeared where -I can, -it sticks.
I can feel bits of mud, gravel on scalp
between hairs. Been digging, you see.
Sand in the bed, too. Gets in on the feet.
Feels like ants. I walk in from the site.
I feel armless, a little regretful I started
writing this.

-Took vitamins
-Did reading
-Call parents
-Get sleep

When Carter woke up I hadn't even closed my eyes yet,
had'm locked dead on the grain woman on my screen,
hand beneath the blanket--But oh, how the sun came in.
Carter couldn't move at all. He was sitting on that one.
There.
I knew I was going to die that day, sometime,
did when I opened the shade and Rachmaninoff's
op. 14, №6 You Are Loved By All played. I didn't, now,
but I might have a kidney stone.
Dallas Phoenix Sep 2016
I'm sick of bringing welcoming baskets to my brain-dead neighbors;
They reek of reoccurring favors and fading candle labor;
I mean...
It's to a point I fell asleep by the wishing well;
And woke up counting sheep frolicking piggies playing kiss and tell;
Debunking trumpets of cachet telekinesis;
I'm a hidden sinning villain with chewable junk as his personal Jesus;
Evade gratuitously from all kinds of communication;
Never wanted the attention, but I caught it's contamination;
And my face melted;
But kept a defunct smile just in case;
I need to worm through the dross and cut myself into the chase;
I'm a motley of misinterpreted mayhem;
A clothing shop for a wandering vagrant's cloudy stray phlegm;
Trying to comfort the uncomforted;
My life is just a Death Row inmate's last words with unwanted conjunctions;
But somehow through misery
I pride myself imageless and infinite;
Reeling in the years to blow that last smoke before the finish;
evelin avely Jan 2019
I follow myself around my flat,
feeding the time
my contemplations;
it’s already dark by 3 in the afternoon.

I carry my turmoil
with pins in my pockets,
i keep my hands inside.

Depression boils
all my frozen insides,
makes them bland
and chewable.
night child Nov 2015
I taught myself to feel pain before I knew what it was.
I felt the scars of the future like they were already burned into my skin.
I've felt the heaviness on my shoulders while it was still light.

She was the child who felt the stare of a billion eyes,
and she was the child lost in the crowd of her own mind.

She grew up with her mind but never realized it could turn against her,
as chewable vitamins turned to pills and warm milk turned to *****.

Soaked faces and open wounds turned her into her own enemy,
as she thinks back to when she predicted her fears.

Every paranoia slips her into another trance of endless doubt,
as the life drains from her face and her thoughts drown in the sea.

She is the last note ever played on an out of tune piano,
and the first note to be played at her own funeral.

Sometimes,
happy endings don't happen to sad beginnings.
Nicole Whitticar Jan 2018
I woke up promptly at 6am with stagnant thoughts restlessly awaiting to be stirred in my mind. I played into the game of love by making something out of the scattered words- like letter magnets on a fridge. Have you ever tasted something for the first time and thought, "wow, I have been missing out. This is amazing"? That is how I feel, and how I felt, every time I see you. You breathe into me new life without even trying. which is truly remarkable. You give new meanings to things that have a fixed identification. I would put money on you coming up with alternative names for the color crayons already out there- that is the impression you leave. The impression that nothing is as it seems and if we wanted to we could make this world ours. Take a different path, lead people, bring peace, create. You give me the mind power to think myself on top of that mountain, and you could most certainly provide the stamina. Whether I am looking at you from the front, side, or back I have noticed a unique profile that I wish I could capture in words. You bring so much to the table that before I can even put my pen to paper I have already personified your greatest virtues and vices by creating dreams in which you paint fragments of who you really are. Now, I have often heard the testament, "He feels like home"; but never once was privileged to feel that away about anyone until now. You not only feel like home, but you bring me home. You allow for my bones to feel sturdy and well put together underneath my skin. And without changing a thing you create for me a place to escape to that feels like home, but less invasive.
The peace of mind I get from nature, is the same peace of mind I get knowing you are alive and breathing. Blessing people with your presence every single day. In simplest terms- you are my one way ticket out of a town that has led me straight into the ground. Upon meeting you I gained a sense of knowledge on how the world is so bright. That being because of you. In final consideration you may not feel a drop of the same rain.
In other words, our lines may not add up. I may have picked the longer straw in this scenario, or perhaps tugged enough to attain the bigger half of the wishbone only to make a wish I am not sure would come true. But being put into perspective would only reveal that we are solely what we think we are. Similarly; we are who/what we love, not who loves us and this revelation will allow me to live humbly, and happily. even if by chance you do not feel the same, or never do for that matter. I will be okay to walk this earth alone knowing that I have allowed myself to decompose thoughts of you into chewable matter, and that you are aware of mostly all of them. Knowing you has made me feel incredible things. Knowing you gave me my one way ticket.
RMBDUBS Jan 2018
You promised
Never
To hurt me
But
I knew
You would
Grind me up
Take me—
A chewable
Antidepressant
There for
Your joy
(God willing).

You said you
Never
Wanted
To love me
It was just
A Thing
That happened—
I was just
A Thing
That happened
(To you).

I
Always
Wanted
To love you
I worked
I cried
I made waves
Happen
I thought
It would be
Cruel
If they didn’t
(Work now).

I
Never
Loved you
But couldn’t
Let you
Know—
You didn’t
Deserve
The pain
(You caused).

You were
The one
In love
But still
The one
Who threw me
Away—
The most
Gorgeous
Thing
(In the Recycling bin).
My boyfriend of a year in a half broke up with me over Facebook and I have a lot of feelings and bad poems to share
(true anecdote circa late 1960's early 1970's) prithee
which cold wintry temperatures re:
wheely jogged unpleasant event in axle all let tea

aye rem member inxs of cold playing air
froze natural on gull din pond,
   where over head Canadian geese did blare
honking the latest goose sip
   loud and crystal clear,

when from behind a bush
   (color of smashed pumpkin)
   did peek a deer
alert to any rod nee danger field
   by parking upright
   either one or both ear

instinct flashed warning to doe eyed creature
   lest predator doth lurk and induce fear
while Harris Family and friends
   oblivious attired in wintry gear,

which padded material cladding
   adequately protected me from cold
caused clouded difficulty to see
   (thru fog coated glasses),

   and muffled keen hear
ring any forewarning
   as chief identifier icier
   this then gawky child nerd
precariously maintaining balance
   on his skates

  gliding, than extemoraneous
  ill prepareed head over blades swan dive
   shutterflying like  a bird soon tubby goosed
such attempts made this boy
   appear quite absurd
ah, if only this mind of mine shut oral trapdoor,
   and force haw debacle with preturnatural wink

   did two step quick think,
but woe misfortune awaited
  across the bumpy natural rink
blithely jettisoning myself,

   to and fro, hither and yon
   like a rolling stone
   (that gathered no hearty moss) going plink
unaware while in camouflage pose
   disguised as one sneaky, slippery icy fink
that snuck up in a blink

found me squarely face down
   shattering left front tooth
immediately discovered
   via tongue as private sleuth
found me in an extremely agitated state forsooth
as if on fire from red hot chili peppers
   wrought jagged dentin chewable booth

a scant mere
seconds to late, when with a crash, which near
concussion smacked noggin
   hard against blocky chunk hove ice
   informing gap toothed email

   (actually, that incident
   found me quite traumatized,
   especially without any solution to milk),
   i.e. unpreparedly tasting solid rock hard material -
   with ugly reflection that didst stare
from a looking glass re: mirror,
   which aye avoided at all possible costs where
to cast and fit mouth
   with a provisional crown entailed maybe a year.

necessitating cupped gloved hands
   to punctuate every muffled word
to be but barely heard
akin to talking with mouth full of custard
above the quiet riotous mirth
   analogous to twittering bird

winning sympathy from parents,
   who did level best to tend distraught son
who ushered playback of events
   with less disastrous rerun
praying for a high lee angel

   to grant reverse outcome brought none
gut wrenching grief
   immediately terminated former fun
damage irreversible
   and perfect smile of pearly white
   forever broke
   NOT the least itty bitty funny, comical,
   nor countenanced devastation done.
If I rhyme,
Maybe you would find my words beautiful,
Finding something profoundly disturbing more chewable,
Washed down with wine and cuticle,
Your fingernails scraping down my throat
Don't.
I don't.
I don't need that ****.
Maybe you would find my words beautiful.
But ugly and disjunct, sitting, freely thinking
I feel as though my train of thought has retrained it's tracks
Let's go to a place I don't want to go to.
Mehtap Jan 2019
Laying down thinking of how not to think
Of you
Your faint irritating smirk in a cold curve
What to do
Your chewable lips only if I could have
A few
Bites? Kisses? Is it too much to ask tell me then
How to
Step on my heart freeze my feelings become
Anew
These dark brown eyes so soft yet deep coffee
Cold brew
Dark eyes are dark with sadness, secrets yet i
See through
Your eyes are meant to sleep soundly baby ill be
The one to
Drink up your darkness, carve your scars on me
Stay true
Let's lose sanity together get drunk in each other
Let's undo
These borders that are barely fighting our heavy breathing
Then redo
This prayer, again and again in an endless dream
Turning to
Reality, it's our first dance the only way I've learned
To carry through
Quite an undertaking
to break ground
figuratively, and symbolically linkedin
while able bodied and mindedness
readies cemetery plot within Elysian Fields
although honestly, and truthfully
as an ***** donor,
yours truly opts for cremation
once I, the corporeal constituent essence
that constitutes breadth,
height, length, et cetera
of one garden variety generic guy,
whose introspective consciousness
once exits these lovely bones
subsequently shucks off his ethereal soul.

Probable cause of death
and reasonable rhyme
how he died with his boots on?

Accidental overdose spelt demise of Vitamin ******
with over the counter supplements he did monkey.

Apple Cider Vinegar Gummies
Biotin 10,000 mcg
Brain Support Gummies
Super B Complex with Vitamin C
Calcium 1200 MG plus Vitamin D3
Chewable Vitamin C dietary supplement
Daily De-Stress
Vitamin E 400 IU (180 mg)
Echinacea 400 mg
Fiber Gummies
Flaxseed Oil with OMEGA-3 1300 mg
Garlic 400 mg
Ginger Root 550 mg
Ginkgo Biloba 120 mg
Hair, Skin & Nails Gummies
Prebiotic Immune Support 750 mg
with Vitamin D 30 mcg 1200 IU
with Zinc 8.3 mg
Psyllium Husk
Selenium 200 mcg
Turmeric 500 mg
Vitamin A 2400 mcg

Alphabetized list of above
stockpiled synthesized materials
purchased at CVS and Walgreens
courtesy Nations Benefits
and/or United HealthCare flex card
allow, enable, and provide
careful discriminate experimentation
on self - selected as guinea pig
more tolerable versus when being a little boy
and bullied by ruthless nasty
and shortish brutes as scapegoat
of course discriminately
taking a subset of iterated
prescribed macronutrients
each including following specified dose.

A healthy corpse
when the grim reaper calls,
I will gladly bid adieu
bon voyage into the netherworld
and good riddance
to him (a good for nothing)
randy sandy donning tan hat man
Squirreling acorn née joke
hinting courtesy humorous literary arabesques
absent minded handy dandy blue's clue
imploring accomplice Jimmy Neutron,
who willingly frankly (iggy lee)
casually opened, popped, and zapped
license to **** himself softly
while listening to Pathetique adagio cantabile
by Ludwig Van Beethoven
courtesy over the counter supplements,
the Food and Drug Administration doth not eschew.

Mastermind of the universe, I
a skeptic (with flat thinning hair,
yet shrinking paunch)
regarding divine creationism,
nevertheless accepts mortality
as stepping stone
into nothingness that follows,
repurposing random arrangement
of atoms and molecules
that configured one
contemplative, intuitive, operative
and restive **** sapien
(essentially composed of stardust)
reincarnated into another form of matter.

After crafting especially
individualized invitations
répondez s'il vous plaît
as the spirit moves thee.
kfaye Oct 2018
he opens the chewable tylenol capsules like carefully peeling away the skin of a ripe fruit.
legs crossed at the kitchen table,
[buying time ]
_she stands at the sink. not doing dishes
but rearranging them.

the radiator is hot and hisses
the oil is delivered today

the mail is sorted roughly
🐶 TAKAA

If she sees anything that is chewable, especially a bone marrow;

Even from a passage, or an opening narrow;

Much before Brandy, Takaa can quickly dart like an arrow.

At times the kids, drag her back have to, like a wheelbarrow.

No one dares pass by our home, without the permission of this pharoah.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
Travis Green Aug 2022
Your stone superior excellence entrances me
Rocks me steady in night’s blissful glistening wings
Dreamy incomprehensible masculinity
Your utter striking lovingness knocks me sideways
Has me wrapped in a smashing labyrinth
Of deep-seated, unplumbed emotions

Caught up in your untouchable lush robustness
Blue-eyed beardalicious bright hottie
Too ardently appealing to be dismissed
Too deliciously devouring not to kiss
Effervescent venerable nuances of enchantingness
Bare passionate poetry, unsurpassed mad licentious heat
Exploding with ultrahot showstopping seductiveness

Rope me into your studly muscled thugness
Feel your steaming adrenaline-charged machoness
Firm, hairy, and unbridled rarity
Your drawing power drives me crazy
Makes my nerves yearn to marry with yours
Fall into your extraordinary lawless passion
Enmeshed in high-level lecherous sweat

You are my getaway to a sweet escape
Your ruthless hulking coolness
Has me enthusiastically anticipating
Licking all over your worshipful crash-hot  form
Taste your captivating manly armpits
Surrender in your killer-gifted litness
Red-hot gaudy ****, seep me into your boldness

Let your dopeness flow over my flesh
Hold my yummy milk monsters
Stroke them amorously
Bite my irresistible, chewable crests
Make mystifying magical moans roll off my tongue
Make me moonstruck

Make me squeeze your muscle-bound manly back end
Take me to delightful new-found heights
In your glassy, wavy, and undulating sea
Thick with heavenly hopping grandiosity
Take control of my fragrant expanse
Make me quiver, embrace your enamoring flavor
Travis Green Jul 2023
I am so drunk on their handsome potent men
So far gone on their majestic, bearded faces
Their exquisitely slick and dreamy inventions
Their smooth, kissable, and appealing lips
Their ravishing masculine looks

Got me so hooked on their smoothness
And pulchritudinous toothsomeness
They are so stylishly striking and shining
With mad hot magical qualities
So exclusive and supercool
So presentably pleasing and soothing to my heart and soul

I lose myself in their refined eye-catching designs
Their grand magnetic finesse
Their aesthetically prepossessing flex
All I wanna do is kick it with them
Cop a feel of their ardent macho bodies

Drink from their fountain of flaming bright hotness
Run my tongue all around their broad, strong chest
Feel their heartbeat, treasure their confection
Revel in their perfection, love on their gorgeous
Well-proportioned forms, their masculine dazzling attraction

Thoughts of devouring them like a sweet potato pie
Make me so ******* high, so dumbstruck as ****
So in touch with my feminine side
When they shower me with their fiery desirable enticingness
I wanna live on their exquisite planets
Of grand aesthetic manfulness

Touch them everywhere, see them strip
With their gargantuan meat sticks
Their lickable, suckable, and chewable jewels
I can’t take my eyes off their powerful thighs
Their succulent muscled buns

My buff young hunks, I just wanna rock with them
Flow out of control, move my head
Up and down on their torrid well-oiled swords
Treasure their superb work of unprecedented art
Make me hotter than a sweatbox

Feening for them, needing them in my life and dreams
Taste them over and over again
Sedue me in slow motion
With their unmatchable magic potion
Make me go crazy the more I ******* their rock-solid love rods

Make them moan load
Turn the lights down low the more I give them throat
Hold on to their bubble brick-hard booties
As they give it to me ruthlessly
Come to a mega hot ******

Push my head down on their firm yogurt serpents
And glaze my enthusiastic face
With their creamy man chowder
As I stare into their dashing eyes
So captured in their rapturous world
Of top-notch marvelous wonder

— The End —