"deepthroat" poems
You look up at me
Taking me into your mouth
Please me with your tongue
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
The parking lot beeps know how to creep,
Creating the jingle and jangle
That hit her with the smooth cutting angle,
The rhymes and the wishes
Intruding her like the farmer farming fishes,
Pound and slit until she can’t fully handle,
With strength in her arms burning out like the candle
Once lit as her ribs crunch from the pull of the mador,
Crushing her with Frankenstein's failure far greater,
Her eyes missed more misinterpretation
Of her admission with intense hallucination,
While the divorce of her lighter burns the constrained homicide,
Although it didn’t stem from her sister’s suicide,
Contradiction?
She’d say it was an addiction,
Death isn't what she grew up to fear,
What’s that? There’s more despair?
Is it the systemic collapse that she can’t bear?
Trunks click open with a cluster of blunts,
Puffing the herb anytime she wants,
Insanity spawns a circumstantial sport,
Which she crystallized quenching some support,
From the bubble of her family she couldn't help but pop,
While begging the janitor to mop
The puddle of horrific insensual
Desires that end up so sensual,
Sprinting to the finish line in her own ordeal pace,
Winning an irreplaceable
Prize for finishing in fifth place,
The doppelganger can’t even comment
On the records of her CD retching as she continues to *****
There she blows before you know,
‘Tis no way they could tiptoe
Around this drear deep-end **********
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
“I don’t know what to do”,
she says quietly.
“I know it sounds paranoid,
but he’s following me.”
“I talked to his sister,
she said he’s out of state.
Supposedly in Ohio,
cause he needed a break.”
“But no one’s heard from him,
since I got the P.O.
He always said they were useless,
just false safety for show.”
“Well of course he isn’t,
he left this last night.
He has the only spare key,
and I know I locked up tight.”
“I’ve never seen that picture,
but I still have that dress.
He bought it for me,
and it’s the one he liked best.”
“But turn it over,
and look what he wrote.
It’s ******* filthy,
that part about **********
“I’m just really scared,
because I know he’s watching.
I constantly have the feeling,
someone’s following me.”
“Would you do me a favor,
and stay with me tonight?
I probably won’t sleep,
but if you’re there I might.”
“Thank you so much,
you are such a great friend.
Just having a man there,
makes a difference in the end.”
“I’ll see you tonight,
thank you so much again.
He always hated you,
even though we’re just friends.”
.
.
.
.
I watch out the window,
as she climbs in her car.
She doesn’t suspect it’s me,
at least not so far.
She didn’t ask why I was sweating,
or see the dirt under my nails.
Thank God she was upset,
and didn’t notice the smell.
I keep watching,
till she drives away,
touching myself,
as I play out the day.
She was right about one thing,
he’s still around,
but he won’t leave my basement,
once he’s in the ground.
Maybe I’ll get lucky,
and she’ll wear the dress.
He did have good taste,
cause it’s the one I liked best.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
Sometimes it feels
Ever so slightly annoying
Sometimes I just can’t
Be on my best behaviour
Life is a test,
I’m failing my papers
I want me dead
But that is for later
I am obsessed
There isn’t enough evidence
My worthlessness’s
Determined by my intelligence
Days. Weeks months: time
I’ll tell you that I’m feeling fine
My performances are only Fs
I WANNA TEAR EVERY LIGAMENT TO SHREDS
My heart is what broke
I sw**r I wouldn’t do it again
Knives, lemme **********
Can’t disappoint you if I am dead
"Get lost and never be found."
That’s what she said
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
There once was a girl,
She had nothing,
Until she met the boy,
He gave her everything,
Everything in the world,
They were always talking,
They were in love,
There once was the other girl,
She had everything,
But she wanted more,
She wanted boy,
She didn’t wanna love him,
He was just gonna be her toy,
The once was a girl,
Her boyfriend was her world,
They were in love,
But then the ***** came,
And took him away,
She didn’t love the boy,
He was just another one of her toys,
But he was too dumb to realize,
There once was a boy,
His girlfriend used him as a toy,
He left her all alone,
With nothing but her materials,
She was nothing,
Nothing but a *****
He thought she was the best,
The way she’d ********** when she threw the neck,
But then he realized,
It was time to go,
The once was a boy,
He really wanted his girl back,
Not a **** or a ***
Not a girl that everyone would know,
He just wanted her,
But too late now,
The boy lost out,
Because she now has the man that he’ll never be.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
When i stare into the mirror
I see how dull i look,
My eyes are empty days and i am
Counting perfect teeth when i smile.
I paint my face with blood and
Twist my lashes into spiderlegs
I flirt with a gun and if you ask
Really nicely, i would ********** it
My body is an hourglass with
Fat fat fat fat fat
Grab me in your hand and
Crush me into a thousand pieces.
I am begging you to tie my shoes
But all i feel are nasty fingers
At places where they dont belong
I feel my heart clench every minute.
I cut my fingers open and paint
On the canvas that is called earth
I am supposed to follow my dreams,
But i only have nightmares
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:01 AM UTC
It's 2 in the morning.
You're lying in bed, on FaceTime with a man named John.
He was released from prison two weeks ago.
In a month, he'll be in rehab again.
But you don't know that yet.
The screen freezes as you get a call from me.
You ask him to wait as you let my call ring, ignored.
He knows I exist.
I have no clue he exists.
As far as I know, you're asleep.
Meanwhile, I'm sitting at the edge of my bed, 3,000 miles away.
I've just received the news that my cousin is dead.
I'm sobbing, trying to get a hold of you somehow.
Desperate to have someone I can talk to about this,
But you're the only one.
The call stops ringing, and you go back to FaceTiming him.
You prop your phone up on a pillow and let him watch you take your shirt off.
No bra underneath.
You show him how well you can ********** the toy I bought you.
You twist around and show him your naked *** the ********
The two of you ********** together.
I interrupt unknowingly every fifteen minutes, needing you.
You swipe my calls away and do what he asks you to do.
You both *** then talk for hours.
I sob at the edge of my bed, begging you to answer in another voicemail.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC
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Black parts of Argentina. Hottie gets blasphemy.
Two hard-faced, white-faced men changed
their necks and cut yellow little ******
Dry dog black breeds black gray white hair,
deep deep 2 white dog rabies rough rough;
***** on the first rough visits to flea markets
sad innocent throat markets, unfortunately
the dog uses a **** for neck pain
and tumors 6 min to Graduation, talk to her -
10.5 K visits - actually a colorful cartoon
of Nimh prostitutes big dance in harmony with Igor.
The security, the writing was by Jesus of Mexico,
who left with the Jewish Museum. European electronic
devices such as a Hurenlieder and Big Brain offer
many opportunities to play with dark-skinned dolls
and Asian wild animals. Everyone says
the natural world, our mushroom cats work.
A secret, a baby snack. The spirit of a balloon
spirit to Greece in the wall of the devil:
Anyone who is afraid of most of the works,
changes in the manga of the first man
who wrote of the past laziness of Iraq:
it is said that the sky, which is also angels,
and prostitutes vote for the Farrah Khan,
Chuck, - *** Paul said that the walls
and the ****** and the African tombs
and the native trees of Einstein,
thousands of teeth, included Ein Sinai
and what to do with his mother's piece.
The secret glass of the knot. So you can see it on two sites.
The reason for this is the destruction
of such an entrance, which praised
the big fat fungus besieged by the porch,
the prostitutes, the prostitutes who gave her power,
instead of examining the sugar, the ***** star
that examined him and the death of the Barbie Arabs.
Smithsonian Press Institution, Tom slips ahead of her
and needs the hits. Registration includes pregnancies,
dialectical documents come from Georgia,
because the economy and girls have fewer jobs.
Internet providers are not satisfied.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC