"curr" poems
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**•...mouth
wide op-
en, glis-
tening...
in the li-
ght•aw-
aiting to
swallow
this lone
piece of parch-
ment•on it i've scribbled
all my heart could write•bea-
ring sweet nothings, sure and si-
lent•now... take this scroll•down
your neck... it'll effortlessly slide...
•to the core of your very soul•my
message would follow your gui-
de•your opening i'd then gladly
seal •so your contents would...
remain guarded • time is now
to set adrift all i feel...•....now
ride the waves through jour-
ney uncharted•let the curr-
ents take you• let the tides
and winds be your friends
• ... my quiet well wishes
would see you through •
in hopes that you would
be received by my love's
deserving... and... open**
hands•
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
She steps into the room,
Timidity and grace;
Innocence and caution synchronized.
She feels you watching her
And quickly turns away-
But it's too late,
She's been defiled by your eyes.
She's just another pretty girl
On whom to feast your eyes-
Another helpless victim to your gaze.
It doesn't matter what she wears,
It doesn't matter what she hides-
The second you set eyes on her,
She becomes your latest prey.
A slave to your senses,
You mother ******* perv!
I hate you and all your twisted ways.
A ******* of duplicity-
A ravenous, worthless curr-
Twisted in your soul
And ****** up in your brain!
'Cause you've got X-ray vision,
And you **** her with your mind;
Defile her with your very gaze.
You strip her down and play with her,
Debauched within your mind;
Violated, objectified, debased.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
fibers touch, but noone's there
another dream, another stare
the ceiling moves as tv screens
and eardrums ring with tamborines
silently i lie and wait
sleep, come take me to my mate
but only shadows on the walls
and eerie echoes through the halls
darkness now envelopes me
at last! the face i long to see!
and i am taken off to her
but sandman you unwelcome curr
fibers touch, but noone's there
another dream, another stare
the ceiling moves as tv screens
and eardrums ring with tamborines
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
A man's home is his castle or so they say
His lady a queen
The worth of his kingdom
Built on the strength of his arm
If this is true, consider me a knave
A baseborn curr
With no castle of stone
Nor queen or damsel
But I have a kingdom
I have the clothes on my back
This fine *** under mine
The song in my heart
And a liar be any man that say, I am not a gentleman
A knight errant
Destined to roam the roads
With no place to call home
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
Right now I think
the sea could be calm
If we let our ship sink
We will both be harmed
Right now I know
This curr'nt will hold us
The tides are never low
But bring what is ours
Right now I feel
These waves have power
We'll keep each other still
Though seas are unfair
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC