"dreamboat" poems
Who is that? Oh just another dreamboat sailing away...
The third time isn't always charming
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
caramel macchiato flavored coffee with mint cigarette flavored kisses with your dreamboat lover is the quintessence of what i call "perfection". if there was a way to describe the way your lips feel against mine, i could only describe it as "cigarettes and coffee". cigarettes and coffee isn't simply consuming caffeine or inhaling tobacco in your lungs, it's sitting on the roof at 1 am looking at the stars with a blanket around the both of you. it's laying in the grass with a slight breeze blowing making smoke rings between the arduous kisses. it's simply sipping a vanilla latte on the corner of a new york city street with a cigarette in your hand, making swirls of smoke as more ash forms above the filter, looking like some sort of bohemian gods. it's walking along a deserted sidewalk in your black jeans and doc martens with a big t-shirt and coke bottle sunglasses on with your lover on your hip and your menthol in one hand and philter in another. "cigarettes and coffee" is whatever you can interpret as pure bliss; it's simply whatever makes you happy and whatever makes you want to sit in the grass all night and talk about anything and everything. there's a lot of people that would argue there's no beauty to the feel of tobacco in your lungs and arabica in your mouth, but evidently, they've never tried cigarettes and coffee.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
OluwaFisayomi my inamorata
If ever two were one, then surely we are.
If ever I love you dreamboat, yes I am’
I prized my love more than the whole mines of gold,
And all the wealth that the rich does hold’
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor like a recommended lens’
Our love for each other is clear, that no man can repay.
The heavens reward our truthfulness, I pray.
Then while we live in love let’s serve God,
That when we live no more, we live forever up’
Where are the stars that show us to our love, And we gon’ live our whole young old lives away In the joys of a living God’
Your body and soul are divine,
With a lovely fragrant with heavenly wine’
So kiss me Temi with your cold dry lips,
So I can hold you tight and sing you hymns’ Not what you think, but give me the love that so free please’
To my one and honey dreamboat
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
Union and Grand
I moved into this house less than a year ago
and already three gun related murders have occurred
within a three block radius; two of them involving children.
I'm not making this **** up.
Those numbers wouldn't be anything exciting for a population
hitting upwards of the millions,
but this is not a big city.
This is the heartland.
-
The city paid for a series of strategically placed dead ends,
forced turns, and surveillance equipment to be installed
in the area of about a mile surrounding my house.
No wonder they call this place "The Trap".
They keep changing the maze,
and studying us like rats.
-
They had a make-do memorial for the little girl who got shot.
They attached her stuffed animals, cards, and photos to a utility pole
on the corner of Union and Grand. The city had it taken down.
Some kind of city ordinance
from some dusty tome at the town hall.
Kids killing kids, and the shots keep firing.
-
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not what'd you call an activist.
But when bloodshed occurs within eye shot of where you sleep,
you start to get a little irked.
These kids have as much potential as me, and twice as much grit.
Their teachers barely even know their names,
let alone what it's like to be deprived of privilege.
-
I'll stomp this concrete until my feet break.
This labyrinth is my constant reminder and reality check.
I am here, and you are there.
This connection is suspended on silver threads and I am your puppet.
Mold me into your angst driven dreamboat.
Because tomorrow, I'm just going to wake up here. Tyler.
-
This soul has been folded seven times
and I grow tired of this reality.
There was a time when I could scream loud enough to wake the dead.
I guess I'm showing the symptoms
of an accidental child
with a tongue that only tastes art as bitter protest.
-
I'd tear my face off
to know if this is really getting through to you.
The face in the photo is that of the goat; the false idol and deceiver.
A Knight of Pentacles, selling you gold plated garbage.
Odin-kin.
You always feel like I have a secret to keep; my fist is in the air.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
He’s not how I remembered him
All charming, tall and handsome
He’s podgy, dull and boring
His cockiness has left him
I nearly started snoring
When he told a story
He’s also going baldy
He’s lost his crowning glory.
I’m not saying he’s not charming
He’s sort of…in a way
But not the man I dreamt of
He’s definitely away!
He’s jaded, tired and bitter
There was no spark or flutter
He asked me if we’d meet again?
“Not sure?” I think I muttered.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
Wrought-wide eyes from catching clouds on the safety of our backs
Who's lifting who dried-up with the fossils, tucked away at Jack's
Can you capture the oily maze of Perla, Gary, Glen AND Dee?
We should cap the treasure trove. Just one shell. Alright... three.
Passenger mats drowned long ago in quartets of sandy shoes
They're coming around to dukkah, but beetroot's an ongoing feud.
We'll find our way back to purple-brown after art class in year nine
Until then just squeeze my hand when they see **** every time.
Curse words stowed beneath our necks, cellared with the red wine.
Pull binoculars out in twenty years to seek parrots in sun spines.
Trick them into dusking walks, the promise of ice cream at Kateri
Squealing across Eileen's golden grain, I hope they pick Rasberry.
He swirls the sand beneath him and burrows his sweet brow.
She builds bridges for fairies and writes names in stick-crayon.
I'll say they're just like us, one day when they can stand it least
Until then their just like you dreamboat, floating down my east.
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 10:39 PM UTC
Neener, neener, neener
Your daddy is a wiener
A peener, a geener
A ***** magaziner.
Nanny, nanny boo boo
Stick your head in doo doo
Your granny has got put in jail
For practicing at voodoo.
Olly Olly Oxen Fee
I see you, you can’t see me.
I am smart, you are not.
Just how stupid can you be?
Waka, waka, waka
You look like an alpaca
Your mama should have taken you
And stuffed you in a locker.
Zimmy, zimmy, zim
Your luck is getting slim.
Bad Luck Billy says you’re
You’re almost bad as him.
Hardy hardy har
You think you are a star
But an extra in a walk-on role
Is what you really are.
Clunkety clunk clunk
Your dreamboat has sunk
You think you smell like roses
But it’s more like a skunk.
Sniggley, sniggley snurt
The truth is bound to hurt
You invested in yourself
And then you lost your shirt.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
A wind cold and bitter blows in from the west
and stirs up old storms in you. May we suggest
one cure for the lonely most highly regard -
a tour of the local relation-shipyard.
Our newer relation-ships being built daily
can catch the wind nicely, their sails snapping gaily.
But others we've built have met rougher sailing;
our flagship line shows up a few of our failings.
The first liner christened, the R.S. Obsession,
sank during a storm in the Sea of Depression.
The Intimate's hull you'll see later today
aground on the shoals of Old Fantasy Bay.
The pilot of Dreamboat just plain lost his sense;
ran full speed ahead through the Reef of Defense.
Only one came back whole, the relation-ship Reason;
she's in dry-dock now after only one season.
We're taking the trouble to change her design
and model her after our new Friendship line.
Our new Friendships are (if you'll pardon the gloating)
the match of any relation-ship floating.
We've shaken her down and worked her way up
to running through trials for the Real Lover's Cup.
Though she'll take on a gale yet be pushed by a breeze,
we're not really sure how she'll handle those seas.
Whatever the outcome, we'll learn even more
and strive to build better than ever before.
Cleaner, more streamlined, a true thoroughbred;
let form follow function, with no figurehead.
The storms are subsiding, the wind's dying down;
you're welcome whenever you're this side of town.
And what's more, you're welcome whenever you're ready
to work on this Friendship we've started already.
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 6:29 AM UTC
I met a man with lifts in his shoes
Watery eyes and a clicking tongue
As I washed my hands, disbanded
He gave me some dreamboat advice
And a house to go with it
He said to follow the money trail
Up an up an up you go
And freedom means never
Having to go to trial
And don't forget to stay
Underestimated
And always **** them with kindness
He lives in a pre-war clock tower
It's a family building
But he loves the twentieth century
His associates are beautiful
But in my dream they were made of cardboard
Cause he made my girlfriend cut her curly locks
And paint one wall yellow
But now my plain Jane has delusions
She can't stand mirrors
And claims he shot the angels on her shoulders
With an invisible gun
He said vanity is a perfect eight
As he rubbed his pinky ring
He knows the root of every game tree
Still he loves to test me
It gives him a shiny glow
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 3:11 AM UTC
Love left my soul thirsty
And I was so tasty
And nasty
Even why lips feel thirsty
I crave for a touch
I thirst for your love
Give me a glass of your heart
i would love you day and night
Looking into your eyes
I saw the bright blossom light
I couldn’t listen to any lady's ‘Hi’
For you are my heart, my life
Give me a joy of your love
I bet you, you will feel it too from above
Give me a room to stay
It's cold out there
My love isn't here to play
I don’t need those dears
My love needs a place to grow
One heart can’t build a home
You know I wouldn’t break you
My love is here to stay, It awaits you
I had a vision about the dreamboat
My heart is injured with a hole
And you went ahead to tighten the bolt
Free me from this ***** that does not want you to be my own
Remember !
I will Keep you safe and warm
With my kiss and hugs
I taste for all of you my love
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
for sent a skyline to the day
a kiss with wings of smile.
(these lights of Yes you call your eyes
are blessed with skies of deep array)
let’s talk too little and say too much
with words of forever in our slightest touch.
for when feeling is hearing
the breezes start singing
of scattered songs in the air,
(unsounding, but ever there)
when all my notes of frameless bars
sync with the rhythm of your fateless stars.
for the world is a cube rolling on and on
through every kind of time and place.
and i feel quite blessed and prepossessed
that all the pieces of our universe fell
so that even the Fall could have guessed
the way i would breathe the scent of your grace.
for life is a dreamboat flowing along
the river of time through silence and song.
when older is sooner and younger is late,
and the earth is a picnic too out of date,
although we’re quite busy with everythings to do
i’d happily share my dreamboat with you.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
I catalog events with a subtle, ulterior pretense
Describing the notorious infamy in all the events
And anything characterized, inspiring, and bold
Makes a story unfold in the real time it's told
I am snowblind and need defibrillation to wake up
Either my heart turned cold or has simply had enough
The ferry fan dreamboat has only so inadequately found
That as I feel my orienting response record the time down
It is not truly me who was looking around
Though I can pinpoint the exact moment that I drowned
The only lingering product of me absolutely remaining
Is the aftermath of my angina so ever restraining
Never complaining until the sound of the trigger
Then I'll be adamant to describe that noise with vigor
Though rigorous it may be, I will try, I might even with some tact
And let you in one last time presenting only fact.
I stepped away and left this place while presently in line
The sentence was one more time for the last time
And then you said goodbye
I was watching all the while a vapor on the scene
And I felt myself lose oxygen with no production in my spleen
My blood does not perfuse in that bilateral moment of blame
How can I let asystole clamp and constrict my cowed red vein?
How could I dilate the cause of my shame?
How could I love my life in the rain?
The simple reason I was experiencing tinitus...
I found out all connections were lies
Like a manufactured virus
Love was a prescription with doses written in ink
With no distinction and no response I could not think
With no recompense or recognition I felt my larynx shrink
I was only dumbfounded so I took to my reflexes
Handpicking a numb tendency to fill my recesses
But it only drains you and me and leaves a hole behind
I'm nowhere near magical so it's power cannot rewind
If so inclined I'll tap my spine and steer it all back
But I don't feel you anymore
Only this heart attack
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
i.
you were petals i once
submerged —a fistful i let
go of under a foggy sea
when i was succumbing
to myself
you were the surface tension
screaming my name;
a diaphragm’s lullaby —
old thunder in the rain…
i’ve been fond of storms
ever since
ii.
no one told me
how slow clouds would be —
i would have held my
breath a bit longer…
charted constellations
a bit better before
i spoke of love in light-years
and there you were
on a shoreline,
carrying salt in your palms
iii
how many times
will I walk here, —
a wreckage of bramble
in my side?
“the sea is much too old,”
i heard someone say…
and the wind was salt
on my brain
it left a hole;
a stain,
and i felt a burning
behind my soggy
ribcage
can stars erode
in the tide?
iv.
night adorns it’s veil —
scallops tug at the lace
and i toss inky petals
in the sea
nocturne’s dreamboat
a dead man’s float; —
how i’ve internalized
my hatred for romance
“the sea is much too old,”
i heard someone say…
and i realized my
lungs could speak
for days about sunken
ships returning home
v.
i ignore a
distant moon — inertia
rocking my cradle
but she stays there
all the same…
there’s stardust
on her breath — whiskey
on mine
“you’ve grown much too old,”
i heard her say…
so i closed my eyes,
and felt sand between
my toes for the first time
it will be eons before
i swim here again
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
I didn't mean to shout at you,
I'm sorry,
It wasn't meant to be this way.
I didn't want to hurt you,
And I still want you to stay.
I need you here,
I swear it,
To keep me out of my head,
You're the only thing I can think of,
To get me out of bed.
Each morning when I see you,
Only then can my heart relax,
Cos I'm scared I'm going to lose you,
And that's when the panic attacks.
I shouted because I'm scared,
I don't love you any less,
But when you're not here I'm petrified,
I can't sleep,
I cannot rest.
It's because I don't deserve you,
You're too perfect to be true,
Even your imperfections
Endear me to you.
So please, my love,
Please listen,
When I apologize,
Because losing you,
I'm positive,
Will lead
To my
Demise.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
I think the hardest thing
About being an artist
Is all about inspiration.
It doesn’t matter how determined
Or desperate
An artist is.
She sits and she tries to come up
With something worthwhile to say,
Or to draw or to paint.
But all she sees in her head
Is a ticking clock, ***** snow,
An oak tree, and a brick building.
One of the issues
Of the common artist
Is as follows:
Nothing she says or thinks is important,
Or valued,
Or necessary.
She knows this.
But yet something
Pulls her to the keyboard or to the easel.
She could apologize for pretending like
She knows what or why or how to
Say dreamboat words.
But for now she’s content with
Pretending like she knows
What she’s doing.
And right now everyone else
Is content
With playing along.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 4:33 AM UTC
My heart is red, the meadow is green;
you are standing there in your silk dress
and looking at me longingly, with your eyes
your eyes of feline longing, Mon amour.
I wish to soothe that longing, wishing
to souls above, let me take you on my dreamboat,
my dreamboat of love,
Soothe the ache, from the punch I did not deliver.
Protect and shelter you in my arms, so that I may be one
with you, in bed, forever and ever
until I'm dead, severed from you.
But I will find my way back to you,
even if it comes to that.
Soon... We will meet in the flesh.
and this ache will subside.
Soon I will hold you, and soothe your sadness at mankind's ways.
Soon I will be the man you deserve too
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
I want to give you the whole world
even if that doesn't make sense to you, it makes sense to me but probably will never, ever make sense to you
I want you to have the sun, the moon and the spring bloom
I want you to love.. but I want you to sigh and I want you to stop and I want you to cry
I want you to know just what you've done
when you turn your back and you run
from me and from us and you go back to them
the one you call a perfect ten
the one with the electric eyes and cut throat hair
the one that forces you forget air
she isn't me and I will never will be she
the one with the electric eyes and cut throat hair
those electric eyes don't care
those electric eyes see your face but not your dreams
they see your beauty, but fail to look past beyond the seams
they see your eyes, your perfectly perfect, dreamboat eyes but they never sail away with you just like I do
you patronise with your mind
and your lies
and your love
and your despise
you are in control of me and please, keep the wheel
because I know you're being unfair but I will never seize to feel
the thud in my chest and the thrill in my veins even when you cause me the most violent pain
I want to give you everything
but everything is not what I've got
I've got my heart, with which you call the shots
~ T.T
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
mouth pain.
dreamboat.
screen door
as hyphen.
god
as no
contact
with the inside
world.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
I felt like a fragrant, jubilant flower
In his powerful arms
A blossoming field
Filled with addictive affection
He was my obsession
My shelter of protection
My compelling loverman
My beardalicious dreamboat
He made me float
I was head over heels for him
Beyond explanation
I craved him like a savory dish
He was my everything
The bright light of my life
The enchanting prince of my dreams
He held a special place in my gay heart
He was so commandingly good-looking
So robustly seductive
So devilishly attractive
I couldn’t help but dwell on him
He rocked my world
Left me flabbergasted
I was lost in his exalted altar
Of phenomenal awesome sauce
Forever hopped up on his
Heart-stoppingly charming masculinity
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 6:21 PM UTC
His robust construction was the most
Remarkably marvelous art
That I had ever seen in my lifetime
The most panoramic scenery
To gaze at for days on end
He was my dreamy scenery
My bountiful, mesmerizing sea
My top-quality man candy
My romantic dreamboat
I was so hooked on him
I needed him more than anything in the world
I couldn’t let him go
I was overdosing
On his mind-blowing masculinity
Kissing him all over
Caressing his delectable pecs
Staring deeply into his
Handsome, honey-colored eyes
Feeling our flesh mesh
Becoming so obsessed
With his incredibly manly beauty
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 1:51 PM UTC