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Route 84 would not lend me the light of a star last night Radio blazing at 75 mph nonsense noise to chew gum by Crackling political commentary Static of distance and thick clouds Invisible mountains blocking Memories seeping through the cracks coating the music in a film I rub my eyes watch myself punch alert buttons But it’s the angels’ jukebox tonight Roll down the window Watch the heat escape Summer again I am building a castle of ancient stones pulverized by relentless tides Dragged across maps by mastodons and mammoth glaciers The scouring hiss the ocean sighs Time has lulled these smoothly rolling them in the softest hands of sand and gels of life’s comings and goings tenderly tumbling in the millionth moonrise— Time deposits them here wet and glistening For the girl with the plaid two-piece to gather Shoulders sun-burnt barely say one week only, one week of the fifty two “It’s the time of the season…” and daddies on the beach are watching…. She has chosen yet another stone And the castle continues— in oblivion to all but her legend…      The queen will be safe here      from the rabble      The disgraced Tristan will surely seek her      Among these lofty cliffs      Between the raging circuit of the tide      Here winds forbid the vengeful mob      Here lovers learn      the debt of love’s bad timing      “Drink ye all of it!”      --the potion that assigns our sorrow….      She will not sleep—      while I chew this gum--  GUM? Roll down the window! Angels escape with the heat Waking me with the brush of their wings As that eighteen-wheeler hugs my flank And leans on the horn Lights flashing Rude rumbling under right tires Tantrum of snow In the draft of mass and velocity …and the angels? They’ve chosen another good one! They must’ve liked the 80’s Their wings slapping the windshield madly   Their hands steady the wheel
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
elizabeth-balise
Angel's Jukebox
Route 84 would not lend me the light of a star last night Radio blazing at 75 mph nonsense noise to chew gum by Crackling political commentary Static of distance and thick clouds Invisible mountains blocking Memories seeping through the cracks coating the music in a film I rub my eyes watch myself punch alert buttons But it’s the angels’ jukebox tonight Roll down the window Watch the heat escape Summer again I am building a castle of ancient stones pulverized by relentless tides Dragged across maps by mastodons and mammoth glaciers The scouring hiss the ocean sighs Time has lulled these smoothly rolling them in the softest hands of sand and gels of life’s comings and goings tenderly tumbling in the millionth moonrise— Time deposits them here wet and glistening For the girl with the plaid two-piece to gather Shoulders sun-burnt barely say one week only, one week of the fifty two “It’s the time of the season…” and daddies on the beach are watching…. She has chosen yet another stone And the castle continues— in oblivion to all but her legend…      The queen will be safe here      from the rabble      The disgraced Tristan will surely seek her      Among these lofty cliffs      Between the raging circuit of the tide      Here winds forbid the vengeful mob      Here lovers learn      the debt of love’s bad timing      “Drink ye all of it!”      --the potion that assigns our sorrow….      She will not sleep—      while I chew this gum--  GUM? Roll down the window! Angels escape with the heat Waking me with the brush of their wings As that eighteen-wheeler hugs my flank And leans on the horn Lights flashing Rude rumbling under right tires Tantrum of snow In the draft of mass and velocity …and the angels? They’ve chosen another good one! They must’ve liked the 80’s Their wings slapping the windshield madly   Their hands steady the wheel
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After Danez Smith's Dinosaurs in the Hood Let's make a movie called Lil Peep In Heaven Transpotting meets 8 Mile meets six xanax bars There should be a scene where Lil Peep climbs up a few flights of Stairs and makes it to the pearly gates, because there has to be pearly Gates Don't let Bella Thorne star in this. In her version she tongue-kisses Peep, Chews scenery in platform boots and bright pink Ripped jeans. **** that, Peep has a tattoo removed By a saint, his laser is proof of all that is good I want a scene where Peep throws his pill bottles At Ganesha, a scene where Allah tells Peep he'll Rot in his grave forever if he doesn't stop His antics. Don't let GothBoiClique hold a Funeral for Gustav. I don't want any of that Sentimental **** about love and how life is too Short. This movie is about a man/boytoy/ugly and dying thing, Restarting his life with all the real-ass gods and patron saints and Deities Of every religion and every afterlife I don't want some funny, dreadhead living in LA with a tattooed stick And poke commanding presence. This is not a vehicle for someone to Play Peep, this is a vehicle for Peep to play himself.] I want his ******* white or not, praying. I want them far from their Knees. I want Lil Peep to ride in a Benz truck down from the clouds, Screaming with spittle flying from his mouth the entire time. I want Layla to post another video of Gustav slapping pans together Like a child. And I want Peep to see it all. But this can't be a death movie. This can't be a death movie. This Movie can't be dismissed because it's too dark, or that a dead man is Playing the leading role. This movie can't be about crying, or cause people to cry. This movie can't be about a long history of emo coming To an end. This movie can't be about dying. No one can say Peep is a pill-popping ******* who deserved his death Who wouldn't say it to his cadaver. No big pharmacy jokes in this movie. No bar, capsules or gels in the heroes, and Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies. Besides, the only reason I want to make this movie is for the first scene anyway; Lil Peep climbing up the cloudy stairs, his eyes dilated & empty                                    the heaven before him filled with congratulations
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Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
soph
Lil Peep In Heaven
After Danez Smith's Dinosaurs in the Hood Let's make a movie called Lil Peep In Heaven Transpotting meets 8 Mile meets six xanax bars There should be a scene where Lil Peep climbs up a few flights of Stairs and makes it to the pearly gates, because there has to be pearly Gates Don't let Bella Thorne star in this. In her version she tongue-kisses Peep, Chews scenery in platform boots and bright pink Ripped jeans. **** that, Peep has a tattoo removed By a saint, his laser is proof of all that is good I want a scene where Peep throws his pill bottles At Ganesha, a scene where Allah tells Peep he'll Rot in his grave forever if he doesn't stop His antics. Don't let GothBoiClique hold a Funeral for Gustav. I don't want any of that Sentimental **** about love and how life is too Short. This movie is about a man/boytoy/ugly and dying thing, Restarting his life with all the real-ass gods and patron saints and Deities Of every religion and every afterlife I don't want some funny, dreadhead living in LA with a tattooed stick And poke commanding presence. This is not a vehicle for someone to Play Peep, this is a vehicle for Peep to play himself.] I want his ******* white or not, praying. I want them far from their Knees. I want Lil Peep to ride in a Benz truck down from the clouds, Screaming with spittle flying from his mouth the entire time. I want Layla to post another video of Gustav slapping pans together Like a child. And I want Peep to see it all. But this can't be a death movie. This can't be a death movie. This Movie can't be dismissed because it's too dark, or that a dead man is Playing the leading role. This movie can't be about crying, or cause people to cry. This movie can't be about a long history of emo coming To an end. This movie can't be about dying. No one can say Peep is a pill-popping ******* who deserved his death Who wouldn't say it to his cadaver. No big pharmacy jokes in this movie. No bar, capsules or gels in the heroes, and Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies. Besides, the only reason I want to make this movie is for the first scene anyway; Lil Peep climbing up the cloudy stairs, his eyes dilated & empty                                    the heaven before him filled with congratulations
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Have you ever had a ****** stuck inside your nose? You blow so hard, you get pain down in your toes. You try your best, and you try with all your might. It refuses to come out, all of the day and night. The ****** has made a home, in your head it seems. You blow some more, and even try some creams. No matter what you do, the thing will not come out. You pull your hair, then scream and shout. How desperate you become, to try something new. But what on Earth, could you possibly do? Maybe if you stuck your finger in? No, that would be insane. Or stick your head upside down, out in the freezing rain? You have tried creams and gels, and a Q tip or two. But nothing is working, and nothing will do. And then one day, without even a thought. You sniff real hard, and BEHOLD something caught! Down the back of your nose, and into your throat it will ride. Now it's in your stomach, where it can happily hide. But you swallowed it!  That's really, really gross! Do you even care though, as long as it's out of your nose?
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Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 1:18 PM UTC
jt-tj
Ode To A ******
Have you ever had a ****** stuck inside your nose? You blow so hard, you get pain down in your toes. You try your best, and you try with all your might. It refuses to come out, all of the day and night. The ****** has made a home, in your head it seems. You blow some more, and even try some creams. No matter what you do, the thing will not come out. You pull your hair, then scream and shout. How desperate you become, to try something new. But what on Earth, could you possibly do? Maybe if you stuck your finger in? No, that would be insane. Or stick your head upside down, out in the freezing rain? You have tried creams and gels, and a Q tip or two. But nothing is working, and nothing will do. And then one day, without even a thought. You sniff real hard, and BEHOLD something caught! Down the back of your nose, and into your throat it will ride. Now it's in your stomach, where it can happily hide. But you swallowed it!  That's really, really gross! Do you even care though, as long as it's out of your nose?
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It's a matter of choice as I pick through the basket Alluring, **** Servicable Barely there, You Asked For It My choice As my fingers pluck at Silk and Satin and Lace I can imagine your face In the shower scents arise Chosen gels floral a surprise I've picked an outcome as scented by my skin I'm hoping to be outdone by the choice of fabric One small scrap of fabric stands between Begin and End
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 5:51 AM UTC
helen
A Choice of Underwear
It's a matter of choice as I pick through the basket Alluring, **** Servicable Barely there, You Asked For It My choice As my fingers pluck at Silk and Satin and Lace I can imagine your face In the shower scents arise Chosen gels floral a surprise I've picked an outcome as scented by my skin I'm hoping to be outdone by the choice of fabric One small scrap of fabric stands between Begin and End
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There is no love in *** honey Here we only do it for the money We do it before we become old hags We do it for that feel good drag Bang, bang, choo choo train Wrap her up into those chains Give her your best shot What about those gels you bought? Maybe we should play a game You be the bad boy I should tame Teach you a lesson No asking any questions Make her moan She’ll make you groan Until a knocking at the door And the next day she’s called a ***** So says the media Everyone wants a piece of ya *** shorty shake it down Show them how you run the town She’s the queen bee There on her knees Hey, he said down in front So now she’ll have to make him grunt **** that, I make them say please They all think I’m just a tease But I like it So I won’t quit **** me like a rolling stone Go ahead feed me the bone Nice girls finish last Good thing nice girl’s in the past
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Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 11:44 PM UTC
bam
tease.
There is no love in *** honey Here we only do it for the money We do it before we become old hags We do it for that feel good drag Bang, bang, choo choo train Wrap her up into those chains Give her your best shot What about those gels you bought? Maybe we should play a game You be the bad boy I should tame Teach you a lesson No asking any questions Make her moan She’ll make you groan Until a knocking at the door And the next day she’s called a ***** So says the media Everyone wants a piece of ya *** shorty shake it down Show them how you run the town She’s the queen bee There on her knees Hey, he said down in front So now she’ll have to make him grunt **** that, I make them say please They all think I’m just a tease But I like it So I won’t quit **** me like a rolling stone Go ahead feed me the bone Nice girls finish last Good thing nice girl’s in the past
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I'm not religious. I'm not even spiritual. I'm just a cold, soft Vulcan. The system of the down has isolated me here to think, which is what a Vulcan does all the time. It's really pointless. It is desert, hot and cold served in deprivation, meditation, and solitude. The system has been doing this for eons. It's called increasing systemic risk when stressed. I make a cognitive chunk for you to cogitate over coffee. Picture this. Wandering Boy Scouts (BS) in their pickup trucks, helpful, strong, vicious when aimless, efficiently cruel, mechanized abattoir makers mass pit diggers, merit badge takers. Smell the BS. It all goes into baking gooey brownie BS, repugnantly pungent, and redolent of sweet burning flesh. Stressed, the down system spits BS out randomly to nucleate, and procreate if possible. Breeding a new Brand, with Cult leader Classes and all the -isms. Visionaries with their caries; Pushers with agendas hidden; Leaders steadfast in conviction, taking a nation, against all odds, in Battling Bulges, ****** lines hidden within clean, pleated leather skirts that still reveal penciled seams up straight shaved bare legs. This is how the system shakes itself; auto ****** asphyxiation. Vulcan's never shake the bars of their cells because there's no barring except Great Walls forbidding, with a wink, killing each other. To be thy Greek brother's keeper, is to cut not that brother man, but the other brother man down with BS fervor and S&M; madness, before bondaging his wounds in mummified State, taped shut with a healing kiss. To have dominion over the animals means a bludgeoned pleasure, or transplanted desire. Dominion to exploit blunted, unconditional, emotional resources, until the system gels again, vaginally or astrolly whole.
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
jojo-nguyen
Vulcan system
I'm not religious. I'm not even spiritual. I'm just a cold, soft Vulcan. The system of the down has isolated me here to think, which is what a Vulcan does all the time. It's really pointless. It is desert, hot and cold served in deprivation, meditation, and solitude. The system has been doing this for eons. It's called increasing systemic risk when stressed. I make a cognitive chunk for you to cogitate over coffee. Picture this. Wandering Boy Scouts (BS) in their pickup trucks, helpful, strong, vicious when aimless, efficiently cruel, mechanized abattoir makers mass pit diggers, merit badge takers. Smell the BS. It all goes into baking gooey brownie BS, repugnantly pungent, and redolent of sweet burning flesh. Stressed, the down system spits BS out randomly to nucleate, and procreate if possible. Breeding a new Brand, with Cult leader Classes and all the -isms. Visionaries with their caries; Pushers with agendas hidden; Leaders steadfast in conviction, taking a nation, against all odds, in Battling Bulges, ****** lines hidden within clean, pleated leather skirts that still reveal penciled seams up straight shaved bare legs. This is how the system shakes itself; auto ****** asphyxiation. Vulcan's never shake the bars of their cells because there's no barring except Great Walls forbidding, with a wink, killing each other. To be thy Greek brother's keeper, is to cut not that brother man, but the other brother man down with BS fervor and S&M; madness, before bondaging his wounds in mummified State, taped shut with a healing kiss. To have dominion over the animals means a bludgeoned pleasure, or transplanted desire. Dominion to exploit blunted, unconditional, emotional resources, until the system gels again, vaginally or astrolly whole.
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I am here and it is the day after. I lift a pile of unread mail off of a chair and open the blinds, And watch the sun boil the dust in the air. I set and I take it in. The room smells of old corsets and perfumed talcum powder. An antique Lady Schick Consolette hair dryer Hides partly obscured under the heavy frame of the carved mahogany bed Along with stacks of magazines and catalogs and………… God knows what else lurks there. And I realize that I am the only one now lurking, Looking into a room that had been forbidden to me The soul domain of the lady of the house. But she in not here to make things tidy for this impromptu visit. She would be so shamed by my eyes taking this all in, Her secrets, her pills, her special candies, her oils, her perfumes - All of the alchemical accruements of femininity in jars and tiny boxes. And the symbols of her wizardry, her diamond encrusted Eastern Star ring, Pendants, broaches, earrings, necklaces, bobbles, bracelets, clasps, loose pearls- From a strand I broke long ago during happier days. The sun dust boils from this cauldron now, This stuffy, over stuffed chamber of perfume and chocolate, Of daybeds and special treatments, laxatives, gels, powered and pills. I dream…..a can of gas and a match would be a fitting end And then I see it on the dresser, an old photo of a family, a pretend family And a face is cut out of it, his face…….and so I feel, for a moment Her pain and see the world has she may have seen it. So be it. It is done.
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
martin-hunter
The Chamber of Perfume and Chocolate
I am here and it is the day after. I lift a pile of unread mail off of a chair and open the blinds, And watch the sun boil the dust in the air. I set and I take it in. The room smells of old corsets and perfumed talcum powder. An antique Lady Schick Consolette hair dryer Hides partly obscured under the heavy frame of the carved mahogany bed Along with stacks of magazines and catalogs and………… God knows what else lurks there. And I realize that I am the only one now lurking, Looking into a room that had been forbidden to me The soul domain of the lady of the house. But she in not here to make things tidy for this impromptu visit. She would be so shamed by my eyes taking this all in, Her secrets, her pills, her special candies, her oils, her perfumes - All of the alchemical accruements of femininity in jars and tiny boxes. And the symbols of her wizardry, her diamond encrusted Eastern Star ring, Pendants, broaches, earrings, necklaces, bobbles, bracelets, clasps, loose pearls- From a strand I broke long ago during happier days. The sun dust boils from this cauldron now, This stuffy, over stuffed chamber of perfume and chocolate, Of daybeds and special treatments, laxatives, gels, powered and pills. I dream…..a can of gas and a match would be a fitting end And then I see it on the dresser, an old photo of a family, a pretend family And a face is cut out of it, his face…….and so I feel, for a moment Her pain and see the world has she may have seen it. So be it. It is done.
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Binges, binge this, binge that. Never tried twack, nor crack, 40+ Unisom Sleep Gels, Put me in some intense sleep spells. Tried my first Xan, ate all 14 blues in my hand. Still hadn't even had *** Didn't have a phone to text. I ate 63 Unisom this time, but I knew I felt fine. Walked in the night through my town, till those Webb City cops had to put me down. Got a really awesome plug, taught me how to deal and **** Tried twak, crack and sold it to my city, I could get a gram for fifty. Caught my first DWI, dude I'm not drunk! but I was high. I sat in the Jasper County Jail, read all the bible while I was in my cell. Got my best friend pregnant, man life was really pleasant. 4 months my seed dies, only God could hear my cries. 7 bottles of cough suppressant, God came to me in my coma segment. I had no intentions of turning away, I was living my life day for day. Shot my first handgun, I started my life on the run. I hated the world and I hated myself, I had everything except for help. 3 hits of acid, 1 bottle of cough syrup, some **** DMT, and Hash. My 20th birthday had to be a bash. I saw a dragon hatch from the sky, I swore we all were gonna die. I couldn't wait for the world to end, I had not a single friend everyone was for pretend. Started going by Okey Dokey, caused more mischief than Loki! I wound myself down with a girl, I thought she was my world. We thought we were in love, but we just loved to rub. Left her after a week of being locked up, I wanted to be like a lotus that grows from the muck. I found a relationship with my Lord and Saviour, I couldn't believe that what he had set for me later! Turning the age of 22 and confined, I was started to see becoming less blind. I was baptized in the jail, I gave up my feelings to fail! Now here I am, becoming a man. I live in a Church now, may peace and love be with you, Chow!
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
kristian-alexander-george
Reflecting
Binges, binge this, binge that. Never tried twack, nor crack, 40+ Unisom Sleep Gels, Put me in some intense sleep spells. Tried my first Xan, ate all 14 blues in my hand. Still hadn't even had *** Didn't have a phone to text. I ate 63 Unisom this time, but I knew I felt fine. Walked in the night through my town, till those Webb City cops had to put me down. Got a really awesome plug, taught me how to deal and **** Tried twak, crack and sold it to my city, I could get a gram for fifty. Caught my first DWI, dude I'm not drunk! but I was high. I sat in the Jasper County Jail, read all the bible while I was in my cell. Got my best friend pregnant, man life was really pleasant. 4 months my seed dies, only God could hear my cries. 7 bottles of cough suppressant, God came to me in my coma segment. I had no intentions of turning away, I was living my life day for day. Shot my first handgun, I started my life on the run. I hated the world and I hated myself, I had everything except for help. 3 hits of acid, 1 bottle of cough syrup, some **** DMT, and Hash. My 20th birthday had to be a bash. I saw a dragon hatch from the sky, I swore we all were gonna die. I couldn't wait for the world to end, I had not a single friend everyone was for pretend. Started going by Okey Dokey, caused more mischief than Loki! I wound myself down with a girl, I thought she was my world. We thought we were in love, but we just loved to rub. Left her after a week of being locked up, I wanted to be like a lotus that grows from the muck. I found a relationship with my Lord and Saviour, I couldn't believe that what he had set for me later! Turning the age of 22 and confined, I was started to see becoming less blind. I was baptized in the jail, I gave up my feelings to fail! Now here I am, becoming a man. I live in a Church now, may peace and love be with you, Chow!
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I love you. All of you. Including your flaws. Maybe especially them. It is to the point where I wonder if I'd love you at all if you were perfect. I love you for everything that you aren't, for every hiccup in your genetic makeup, every nick on your face, everything that they make gels and scrubs to get rid of. For every time you fell short of the mark, every time you almost did but didn't. I love you for all the things you could never love about yourself, all the skeletons in your closet, all the things you'd rather no one ever know enough about to love. And you are completely ignorant to that fact, and perhaps that is another flaw that has me falling more and more in love with you.
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
nurserycrimes
i love you.
I love you. All of you. Including your flaws. Maybe especially them. It is to the point where I wonder if I'd love you at all if you were perfect. I love you for everything that you aren't, for every hiccup in your genetic makeup, every nick on your face, everything that they make gels and scrubs to get rid of. For every time you fell short of the mark, every time you almost did but didn't. I love you for all the things you could never love about yourself, all the skeletons in your closet, all the things you'd rather no one ever know enough about to love. And you are completely ignorant to that fact, and perhaps that is another flaw that has me falling more and more in love with you.
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We come looped back and forth infinite upon this plane. All experience gels into itself catalysis gooing yet remains ungoo'ed. Who we are is figments of this basket and that collecting from this dimension and that. One spike strikes the mind affecting conscious mental aether electifies, plucking synapse physically reroutes emotional body looping back into itself and out. Perpetual film flowing through lens stamped and projected onto screens of life for viewing. Movement may come from any beginning, middle or end looping is not linear unless the loop is cut.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
NuurSeraph
Loop d'Loop
We come looped back and forth infinite upon this plane. All experience gels into itself catalysis gooing yet remains ungoo'ed. Who we are is figments of this basket and that collecting from this dimension and that. One spike strikes the mind affecting conscious mental aether electifies, plucking synapse physically reroutes emotional body looping back into itself and out. Perpetual film flowing through lens stamped and projected onto screens of life for viewing. Movement may come from any beginning, middle or end looping is not linear unless the loop is cut.
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A friend dropped by my shop today looking for some grooming muck I told him where to find it And that he was just in luck I said "is it a present?" He said "no, it's for me" I said, it's cream and shaving gels You're talking stupidly He told me that he manscaped What the hell is that I said It's a man's way of new grooming From his feet up to his head He told me he got waxed "down there" I cringed and just said ouch With out hair on our ***** Men just slide off of the couch He said he kept himself real clean In case the situation did arise where his tan lines were quite visible and showed white down on his thighs He talked to me of ointments and of implants in his pecs i started going la la la when he started talking *** i told him do not tell me of the grooming down below we're friends, but there are some things even friends don't want to know i told him that my father told me keep it clean down there and never, ever, ever, take a scissor to that hair a woman wants a manly man and i am certain of this sir a woman will not ***** you if you're prettier than her!!!!
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
roger-turner
Manscaping
A friend dropped by my shop today looking for some grooming muck I told him where to find it And that he was just in luck I said "is it a present?" He said "no, it's for me" I said, it's cream and shaving gels You're talking stupidly He told me that he manscaped What the hell is that I said It's a man's way of new grooming From his feet up to his head He told me he got waxed "down there" I cringed and just said ouch With out hair on our ***** Men just slide off of the couch He said he kept himself real clean In case the situation did arise where his tan lines were quite visible and showed white down on his thighs He talked to me of ointments and of implants in his pecs i started going la la la when he started talking *** i told him do not tell me of the grooming down below we're friends, but there are some things even friends don't want to know i told him that my father told me keep it clean down there and never, ever, ever, take a scissor to that hair a woman wants a manly man and i am certain of this sir a woman will not ***** you if you're prettier than her!!!!
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Boris likes to stroke his Mogg Merkel loves a hot Macron David Davis hates to Barnier Keir Starmer gels with Garnier May adores her slimy Gove While Corbyn woos the Abbott Liz Truss? Such angry sourpuss Herself to champion loudly fuss And Greening's not for leaning Against the Brexit so opposed Sajid wants a blimp of Trump Which has given Donald the **** Whilst in the gilt historic chair We’ve a bent partisanal ****** Cash grabbing John the squeaker Bercow! How in hell are you still Speaker? Now when speaking of selfish greed Travel. Duck houses. Second homes, and such Let’s remember; as not to would be unfair That glib arrogant war-monger; Blair I’ve had enough of all of them The Blunts. The Hunts. The useless… Pieces of flotsam and jetsom Don’t even start me on Leadsom! ©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
pofacedpoetry
TO LAMPOON THE BUFFOONS
Boris likes to stroke his Mogg Merkel loves a hot Macron David Davis hates to Barnier Keir Starmer gels with Garnier May adores her slimy Gove While Corbyn woos the Abbott Liz Truss? Such angry sourpuss Herself to champion loudly fuss And Greening's not for leaning Against the Brexit so opposed Sajid wants a blimp of Trump Which has given Donald the **** Whilst in the gilt historic chair We’ve a bent partisanal ****** Cash grabbing John the squeaker Bercow! How in hell are you still Speaker? Now when speaking of selfish greed Travel. Duck houses. Second homes, and such Let’s remember; as not to would be unfair That glib arrogant war-monger; Blair I’ve had enough of all of them The Blunts. The Hunts. The useless… Pieces of flotsam and jetsom Don’t even start me on Leadsom! ©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
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creeping madness slicks black and manic spider high up on the wall eyeballing me nervously,                                       "who are you? why are you stalling? whats come crawling back? you know how this ends don't you?" swift answers and an amniotic happiness installation.                               speaking of stone, wired the lilies grow and the intrepid sank there was quite a stillness in the air. sunken sand around my feet water cold and green.      out to meet the entity      her languorous form so ravenously tempting      so utterly repulsive and unspeakable. looking for lights offshore           heretics of the unimaginable disciples of the moon           chemical ooze gels burns in the stomach lit on up and walked out over the water. after his peak, went heat seeking to the east and he ceased his babble easily, stuffing his mouth with pennies and bits of charcoal. we called him land-lubber and left him for said. there is no part to this. there is no heart in this.                                                     blistering and out of control the fever spins. wandering tills the level.                                  filtering cold and pushes me out into the yarns.
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Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC
fritz
metastasis
creeping madness slicks black and manic spider high up on the wall eyeballing me nervously,                                       "who are you? why are you stalling? whats come crawling back? you know how this ends don't you?" swift answers and an amniotic happiness installation.                               speaking of stone, wired the lilies grow and the intrepid sank there was quite a stillness in the air. sunken sand around my feet water cold and green.      out to meet the entity      her languorous form so ravenously tempting      so utterly repulsive and unspeakable. looking for lights offshore           heretics of the unimaginable disciples of the moon           chemical ooze gels burns in the stomach lit on up and walked out over the water. after his peak, went heat seeking to the east and he ceased his babble easily, stuffing his mouth with pennies and bits of charcoal. we called him land-lubber and left him for said. there is no part to this. there is no heart in this.                                                     blistering and out of control the fever spins. wandering tills the level.                                  filtering cold and pushes me out into the yarns.
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who designated the negative  and abstract term of the ***** to represent the race of our beautiful multi-tribal Black People the ***** represents something that is dead and insignificant but Black People are full of life love and happiness what gives other people the moral authority justification or the moral right to define Black Folks or to tell us what to think Black Women must stop purchasing crazy hair products' weaves extensions for their hair and creams and gels to lighten up their skin to look more European with sraight hair so we must define our own beauty within us because we always possessed it stop buying unecessary Black hair products from Asian shops and making them rich from our hard earn cash no other racial groups would come into our Black communities to support or buy goods and services from Black own businesses we must take care of our own first and formost Black Women must develope a more natural look in harmony with God and display our healthy curly kninky shiny natural dynamic  and beautiful black hair we must consolidate our financial resources and build Black  own businesses and products to take care of our own needs God made us in His own image our Black Women have always been the beautiful queens of the River Nile and only we can determine all of that furthermore no other race on this planet shall define us let me tell you something about them Negros logically and scientifically if we go back far enough from here to Timbuktu the Chinese come from China an Irishman comes from Ireland Frenchmen come from France an Englishman comes from England Germans comes from Germany so on and so forth but where in the hell did the ***** come from logically he comes from Negroland however this is just a plain old fashion cotton-picking lie bigotry ignorence prejudice and stupidity at work here Black People are the original people of this earth and created from the black soil of Mother Africa we are stolen people taken from Mother Africa against our free will Black People did not volunteer to come to America but we have every right to live or die in the pursuit of happiness just like any other group that successfuly made it in America and we help to build America and turned it into a superpower rich nation yet for the love of money greed and power capitalism thus created a monster called racism towards people of color Black People are the original People evolved from Mother Africa thus we are made from the image God rejoice upon it born with black skin is not a curse but a blessing from God up above
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
stu-harley
Not A Curse But A Blessing
who designated the negative  and abstract term of the ***** to represent the race of our beautiful multi-tribal Black People the ***** represents something that is dead and insignificant but Black People are full of life love and happiness what gives other people the moral authority justification or the moral right to define Black Folks or to tell us what to think Black Women must stop purchasing crazy hair products' weaves extensions for their hair and creams and gels to lighten up their skin to look more European with sraight hair so we must define our own beauty within us because we always possessed it stop buying unecessary Black hair products from Asian shops and making them rich from our hard earn cash no other racial groups would come into our Black communities to support or buy goods and services from Black own businesses we must take care of our own first and formost Black Women must develope a more natural look in harmony with God and display our healthy curly kninky shiny natural dynamic  and beautiful black hair we must consolidate our financial resources and build Black  own businesses and products to take care of our own needs God made us in His own image our Black Women have always been the beautiful queens of the River Nile and only we can determine all of that furthermore no other race on this planet shall define us let me tell you something about them Negros logically and scientifically if we go back far enough from here to Timbuktu the Chinese come from China an Irishman comes from Ireland Frenchmen come from France an Englishman comes from England Germans comes from Germany so on and so forth but where in the hell did the ***** come from logically he comes from Negroland however this is just a plain old fashion cotton-picking lie bigotry ignorence prejudice and stupidity at work here Black People are the original people of this earth and created from the black soil of Mother Africa we are stolen people taken from Mother Africa against our free will Black People did not volunteer to come to America but we have every right to live or die in the pursuit of happiness just like any other group that successfuly made it in America and we help to build America and turned it into a superpower rich nation yet for the love of money greed and power capitalism thus created a monster called racism towards people of color Black People are the original People evolved from Mother Africa thus we are made from the image God rejoice upon it born with black skin is not a curse but a blessing from God up above
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When I confessed my love for her, She instantly settled back scores, How well she gels along myself. Often I weigh the mutual feelings, Really complex is this truer love, I come to the conclusion daily. Not at all felt this way previously, Truest love is once in a lifetime, Merrily falls the tide of time. Now it is her exclusive domain, A name now rattles in my heart, Emptiness filled my heart earlier. Loving her is a mistake I'd repeat, Not only once but infinite times, For it is the sweetest mistake.
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 5:47 AM UTC
Atul
She Settled Scores!
When I confessed my love for her, She instantly settled back scores, How well she gels along myself. Often I weigh the mutual feelings, Really complex is this truer love, I come to the conclusion daily. Not at all felt this way previously, Truest love is once in a lifetime, Merrily falls the tide of time. Now it is her exclusive domain, A name now rattles in my heart, Emptiness filled my heart earlier. Loving her is a mistake I'd repeat, Not only once but infinite times, For it is the sweetest mistake.
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Acapulco, the 1950's jet set age of glamour and allure a bay of high rise flats edged along the shore A golden bay of sandy grains the longest beach it's famed with glistening lights upon the shore reflecting window panes I find a puffer on the beach and dive for large pink shells my soul is filled with adoration for this city gels At night the city is on fire with mariachi sounds silver blue sombrero hats colourfully spinning round The soul is beating loud and wild inside there is pulse I feel it pressing me inside true and never false The colour hits you like a bolt vibrant in it's treasure a spicy flavour on my tongue Acapulco's been a pleasure
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
dollys-poems
Acapulco
Acapulco, the 1950's jet set age of glamour and allure a bay of high rise flats edged along the shore A golden bay of sandy grains the longest beach it's famed with glistening lights upon the shore reflecting window panes I find a puffer on the beach and dive for large pink shells my soul is filled with adoration for this city gels At night the city is on fire with mariachi sounds silver blue sombrero hats colourfully spinning round The soul is beating loud and wild inside there is pulse I feel it pressing me inside true and never false The colour hits you like a bolt vibrant in it's treasure a spicy flavour on my tongue Acapulco's been a pleasure
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A row of letters written attracts other words as in all else I strive to make a whole like ants around a heap they gather in my mind some put on hold as later they will come to use but not before they're weighed judged apt then they're considered their rhythm rhyme and meaning coincides a flash of recognition gives them impetus they play their subtle game running round the corridors of my brain then out they pour in unison a choir of random thoughts gels into a poem unexpressed the letters gather on the page to my surprise I recognise their message develop it to sit back and sigh was it truly I who wrote it it must be a new life before I die Margaret Ann Waddicor 18th December 2015
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
margaret-ann-waddicor
A Word
A row of letters written attracts other words as in all else I strive to make a whole like ants around a heap they gather in my mind some put on hold as later they will come to use but not before they're weighed judged apt then they're considered their rhythm rhyme and meaning coincides a flash of recognition gives them impetus they play their subtle game running round the corridors of my brain then out they pour in unison a choir of random thoughts gels into a poem unexpressed the letters gather on the page to my surprise I recognise their message develop it to sit back and sigh was it truly I who wrote it it must be a new life before I die Margaret Ann Waddicor 18th December 2015
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*Autumn gels come to life with November Sun , with a bluesy sky , with Sycamore mannequins Red shapes parachuting into brown , cool weather grass I'm wearing my brown hooded coat once again Reading bubble gum cartoons perched on a granite retaining wall , Mother calling her kids to lunch Leaving black Hush Puppies at the front door Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches , butterscotch pudding , midday naps Awakened by the swirling wind of Fall , with cobalt blue canopy and hardwood giants* ...
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
randolph-l-wilson
Fall Return ..
*Autumn gels come to life with November Sun , with a bluesy sky , with Sycamore mannequins Red shapes parachuting into brown , cool weather grass I'm wearing my brown hooded coat once again Reading bubble gum cartoons perched on a granite retaining wall , Mother calling her kids to lunch Leaving black Hush Puppies at the front door Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches , butterscotch pudding , midday naps Awakened by the swirling wind of Fall , with cobalt blue canopy and hardwood giants* ...
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What’s the point in dressing a fake plastic tree with warm lights and shiny ***** in wrapping up perfumes, candles and strawberry-scented shower gels, in exchanging smiles and Merry-something with that family friend who has been knowing you since you were born and who has taught you how to tie your shoes, with that girl who was your best friend when you were fifteen, who shared with you the first Lucky Strikes and who used to wipe your cheeks when your black make-up left wet trails. What’s the point if you cannot wrap up a warm wool sweater or some after-shave lotion or ties, socks, gloves or whatever you feel like wrapping up for your dad.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
fra-luthien
On how much Christmas *****
What’s the point in dressing a fake plastic tree with warm lights and shiny ***** in wrapping up perfumes, candles and strawberry-scented shower gels, in exchanging smiles and Merry-something with that family friend who has been knowing you since you were born and who has taught you how to tie your shoes, with that girl who was your best friend when you were fifteen, who shared with you the first Lucky Strikes and who used to wipe your cheeks when your black make-up left wet trails. What’s the point if you cannot wrap up a warm wool sweater or some after-shave lotion or ties, socks, gloves or whatever you feel like wrapping up for your dad.
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Shellac looks real pretty It’s also tough and gritty But when it’s chipped and ****** You have to again dive into your kitty Which is a pity You can’t just whip it off For that varnish is ****** tough It’s made of very strong stuff And a chisel ain’t enough Which is rough It requires professional help Heavy duty acid to make it melt Then they scrape it off which is hell Every chunk when it’s peeled can be felt Which makes you yelp So you pay them to put it on And you wear it a while which is fun But when you’re finally done You must pay again to make it gone Which is a con So enough of shellac have I had For the expense is driving me mad Never again will I succumb to this fad Unless a lottery win do I have Which is sad It’s a waste of tinfoil after all To have your mitts so adorned You could almost plug them into a wall And power the entire street from dusk til dawn Which could cause a fireball Then you’d be totally fried And have no need for shellac which once tried Is so addictive it bleeds your bank dry Until you wake up and see the light Which is right Traditional nail polish is best Though the fumes do play hell with your chest And it don’t last as long as the rest But at least it’s not much to invest Which is the test So I’m sodding the shellac Giving gels the sack To basics I’m going back Using the old laq Which is cheaper, albeit crap And that is that.
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
rachel-rhodes-puckett
Shelling Out
Shellac looks real pretty It’s also tough and gritty But when it’s chipped and ****** You have to again dive into your kitty Which is a pity You can’t just whip it off For that varnish is ****** tough It’s made of very strong stuff And a chisel ain’t enough Which is rough It requires professional help Heavy duty acid to make it melt Then they scrape it off which is hell Every chunk when it’s peeled can be felt Which makes you yelp So you pay them to put it on And you wear it a while which is fun But when you’re finally done You must pay again to make it gone Which is a con So enough of shellac have I had For the expense is driving me mad Never again will I succumb to this fad Unless a lottery win do I have Which is sad It’s a waste of tinfoil after all To have your mitts so adorned You could almost plug them into a wall And power the entire street from dusk til dawn Which could cause a fireball Then you’d be totally fried And have no need for shellac which once tried Is so addictive it bleeds your bank dry Until you wake up and see the light Which is right Traditional nail polish is best Though the fumes do play hell with your chest And it don’t last as long as the rest But at least it’s not much to invest Which is the test So I’m sodding the shellac Giving gels the sack To basics I’m going back Using the old laq Which is cheaper, albeit crap And that is that.
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Separation Spread my limbs Across a globe Dipped in gels Like laughter swells, For the dawn Whose shadows stick To a country’s search For misplaced bones A scorned people see The sea’s exchange Of sound degrees For tides at ease © Matthew Goff
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
matthew-goff
Separation
Separation Spread my limbs Across a globe Dipped in gels Like laughter swells, For the dawn Whose shadows stick To a country’s search For misplaced bones A scorned people see The sea’s exchange Of sound degrees For tides at ease © Matthew Goff
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i’m mellow and my hair roars and commands it secretly envies pin straight hair but ella es orgullosa she won’t say so i scrunch and apply leave-ins and butters and serums and locking gels wash day is a great day but she needs so much every curly spring needs tending to wash day where i scrub my scalp and am never surprised when i find stray bobby pins falling to the base of the tub..
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Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
croox
tiene personalidad
i’m mellow and my hair roars and commands it secretly envies pin straight hair but ella es orgullosa she won’t say so i scrunch and apply leave-ins and butters and serums and locking gels wash day is a great day but she needs so much every curly spring needs tending to wash day where i scrub my scalp and am never surprised when i find stray bobby pins falling to the base of the tub..
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