"hott" poems
he Was an abusive man and led her by the hand
Took her to a room and beat her till she was black and blue
In fear she didn’t know what to do , so she called the
ABUSIVE HOTT LINE – they told her to come in and she’d be fine.
With this group there was no hesitation
They filled out the reports and took her to the police station.
A restraining order was filed to protect her and her child.
He had done this many times before and they let him walk out the door.
No others had filed charges against him and he’d walk out with a grin.
But with her he could not be within fifty yards
Otherwise he’d be charged.
The ABUSIVE LINE is open to everyone
Don’t wait till they have a gun.
The abuser wants to be in control of your mind, body and soul.
To them it’s the greatest power to control your every hour.
And put fear in your mind and keep you meek so you stay in line
No matter where you live you will find an ABUSIVE HOT LINE..
Reach out while you can and get yourself a helping hand.
© L . RAMS 041415
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
i
Her Bayanihan entity, maketh me Muni-muni in the dusk
Her Humaling for me is relishing, alleluia for her, wanderlust;
I wilt court her mine soon, so she shalt knoweth all is bona fide
I'll taketh her hand in courtship, pushing all the past hurt aside.
ii
I wilt Siping with her in the sugar, in the bowl she dip's her hand
I'll dip mine finger's as well deep inside, inside her mind of tan;
I'll draweth her name on cardboard, and use black marker to,
Like bairn's in yard's, with relic yarn, I'll connect to mine muse.
iii
And thus to be fused, from ourn electrical sensual Spark's
Naked in the world's view, just as actor's, playing the stage part;
Though tis no script, this page is written by ourn amorous desire
Indigenous bodie's, to light the torches, love HOTT, all sweet fire.
iv
Mango to be viscid, between me and her's succulent tang
Her arm's wrapped around mine neck, not letting go, she hang's;
She is Makisig in perfect perfection, wearing a domino mask
Ballroom style, she driveth me wild, her love tis free, not a task.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
When she talks about it,
it makes it real.
Her vulnerability,
is their's to steal.
It's what she fears,
forever and always.
So she speaks not a word,
she shies away.
In large group,
she feels their eyes.
Fixating on her,
calling on her lies.
They know that she,
is holding something back.
But she hasn't told them,
yet what it is she lacks.
She's scared, she's afraid,
what will they think.
As they stare at her,
she feels herself shrink.
The memories so tough,
she wanted to forget.
This isn't what she signed on for,
this isn't what she meant.
But once she starts,
she just can't stop.
She hands start to shake,
her cheeks get hott.
When she finishes her story,
she looks up with tears.
They put their arms around her,
comforting her fears.
They accept her for her,
past present and all.
Holding her up high,
comforting her when she falls.
These people are members,
of the House of Shalom.
With open hearts and arms,
this place is home.
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 11:46 AM UTC
Summer has passed,
Students are in class,
The 🍂🍁 Autumn 🍁🍂 is here
This heat didn't last.
The summer's about gone
It won't be too long
The fall season is near
from this we all cheer
Get ready for the change
Cooler days and darker nights
because of a Hott summer
🍁🍂 Autumn 🍂🍁 is a nice delight
So, please get ready
For Falls clothing gear,
It's just around the corner,
🍁🍂 Autumn 🍂🍁 season
is almost here.
B.R.
Date: 8/30/2024
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 12:08 PM UTC
I am strong…
I endure what you cannot.
I fight what you could not.
depression, regression
pain, tears…
heh, you would run to your mommy if faced with my fears.
I am determined…
to have my dream
without watching it all burst at the seams.
to make people happy
and to show them they are strong,
to teach my future children right from wrong,
to marry the love of my life,
to hear him say he’s happy that I’m his wife,
to not let you get me down,
to smile, when everything is pointing toward a frown.
I am free-spirited…
fun, wild, crazy…
I live out
I laugh loud
I cry hard
I love strong.
**** hott,
sophisticated, or not,
black makeup, blood-red nails,
fishnets, ponytails,
emo, gothic,
it’s obvious I have inner magic.
my thighs move like thunder,
while my wit is like lightening.
my presence is commanding,
comforting, yet frightening.
I am predator…
vampire in bloodlust
trapping you with my eyes
my aura ***** you in, to your demise,
feeding off of your soul
drinking you in until I am sated and whole.
I am unpredictable…
unprecedented
I do the unthinkable
your rules don’t apply to me
I dance to my own rhythm
hum my own tune
walk barefoot in the rain
I do everything you wouldn’t expect
I so most things your average girl wouldn’t do.
you cannot dictate to me
who, what, or where to be.
I am Cocheta:
That You Cannot Imagine.
an anomaly, you cannot tell my origin.
I am:
love, hope
home, trust
power, lust
wind, rain
woman, ethereal
succubus, nocturnal
black, fire
poetry, seduction
color, confidence
shy, innocent
emotion, devotion
different, perfection
I AM ME
a force to be reckoned with.
and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
Mine Jane
O' mine jane;
How I canst not waiteth
To seeith thine face.
Mine Jane
O' godly jane;
Ourn bones shalt locketh
Inside, between ourn hand's.
Mine Jane
O' darling jane;
When we do meeteth
I shalt removeth thine old stain's.
Mine Jane
O' angelic jane;
Douse me in thy slaver
Showeth me that amour, thou hath written on paper.
Mine Jane
O' **** Jane;
Bringeth thine leg's closer
Maketh me beg, pull the blonde on mine head, be the chauffeur.
Mine Jane
O' goddess jane;
Throweth me down, back to the ground
Jump on me, childplay.
Mine jane
O' Filipino Jane;
Calleth mine name
I'll yet back louder, us both bursting in hott flame's.
Mine Jane
O' masterpiece jane;
No word's, hush love
Taketh me again.
Mine Jane
O' mine Filipino rose;
Who careth what other's think
The whole world already knoweth.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
Spanish eyes
Spanish legs
Spanish mind
Spanish bred
Spanish tongue
Created slathered
Spanish wonder
Spanish alter
Spanish skin
Spanish kin
Spanish kids
We shalt haveth them
Spanish strands
Darkened musk
**** sweet
Sweet as moonbeam lust
Spanish house
Casa ourn home
Spanish pensamientos
Spanish dieta
Spanish she is
Spanish overtaketh me
Soo hott!!!
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
i.
truth is clever
when you underestimate
him, the moment you
are sober he will
excavate the flesh
from your
fingernails, grazed
out with
his fugly ones,
and while you wail
in this agony,
this soundless saliency,
you will seize
only for
this fragile moment
and only then will you
cultivate what is true,
the truest and the truest
fallacies.
it is only
like this
when it hurts.
ii.
i like the smell of
rain because it smells
of absolutely nothing,
and it reminds me that
nothing
can really be everything
because nothing is what is real
and nothing is good,
and nothing is better than
happiness,
but really, nothing is
the only nothing,
the nothing that
can surrender
this theoretical emancipation,
this sugar that tastes like
cardboard and crack,
this chemical that
is white enough
to bleach away
sins with cold
fire.
iii.
i'd rather believe
in the bruises
around my neck,
lynched by
the metaphysical ribbon that
ties me to reality
than to believe
in the bruises
that appeared
on my brain,
raw from the world that
is fabricated by a
psycho*logical
malice derived
by a mind
like yours.
iv.
am i merely a nudiustertian,
and the monsters before that
and the carcass after
or am i simply a demonised mother,
of 'duplicity' and 'profanity'
or any other piece of lexicon that
defines a rapture between
the word 'human'
and the word 'sublime'.
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 7:34 AM UTC
Yup. Sometimes, waiting destroys all chance.
Sometimes, you run out of road. Every direction, all options, all roads, closed.
Sometimes, it's a dead end street where you're trapped, with the pouring rain as thick as blood, weighed you down.
Sometimes, there's nowhere to go. Except back in time in your head and reflect on what road, with full-throttle,
COMMITTED
to find
heaven
or
GOD'S
Hell
Fire
Hot HOTT!!
Ouch
decisively;
save regret for later if it's on that path,
cause we know there's
no avoiding it
on THIS
one.
Indecisiveness kills,
it steals time,
as a trained monkey in Bangladesh gets his banana, baby.
ALL.
roads.
dead.
Save
forgiveness and repentance.
Sometimes,
beautiful things die while you're in darkness, robbing them of sunshine.
They
die.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
Right on the cusp of sleep,
warm and cozy and drifting off....
Haha, not happening
I'm an American
Caucasian
heterosexual male
and make more than
twenty grand a year.
Therefore,
according to pretty
much everybody that isn't
republican (God help you)
everything wrong in the world
is my fault.
So sleep is a luxury.
Let's proceed down the
strangely hate filled
and guilt slinging
reactionary list.
American: invades whoever
we want for whatever we want,
whenever we want.
We'll bomb you back to the
stone age and then station
fifty thousand ***** dudes
with guns in your capitol
and force feed you Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Caucasian: I may say I hate
racism in all it's disgusting
forms, but in reality I'm
just lying because I want to
buy your sister and **** her
because I have daddy issues
and think ****** was a God.
A dude who likes chicks:
I only pretend to be a gentleman
and sensitive because it gets
me in between hott hipster girls
thighs, but actually ****** is
just another commodity to be sold.
I make over minimum wage:
I don't really have to scrape to
pay my bills, I just live above my
means with money I didn't actually
make, at a job I don't deserve.
The point being that I can't sleep
because I can't decide whether
to believe what I'm told,
what I've seen,
or what I actually think is true.
Oh, btw I am all of the aforementioned,
but I've also never shot an unarmed
Muslim kid, or ***** a drunk co-ed
because she really wanted it, or bought
another human being.
In point of fact, people like me
are kinda despised by everybody,
since the white supremacist bigot
bible thumpers accuse us of betraying
them and their true calling,
and everybody else thinks we're just
going with the flow of progressivism
because we don't have the ***** to
be open about wanting to buy young
Thai girls and force them into a brothel.
Why can't I sleep?
Too much noise.
Hate in fact breeds one thing...more Hate.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
Stor og stærk som en marmorsten,
Hans blå bedrageriske øjne.
Facaden dækker den pinefulde leen
Samt de enigmatiske løgne.
Overvældende følelse af ansvarlighed;
Forventningerne er høje.
Det skyller ind over hans dyster sind,
Han lader sig nu bøje.
Den urene og maliciøse ravn,
Omslutter hans inkurable krop.
Ølflasker i hans favn,
Stakkels fyr kan ikke holde op.
Svagt blinkende gadelygter,
Viser vejen til sandheden; livets fjende.
Den han med hele hjertet frygter,
Hvornår ville denne lidelse ende?
- Lejla Hott
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
Humbled
I boweth mine knee,
Seeking one
To taketh me to interdimensional rocketings....
Blasting off
In hott sensuality!!!
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
Hey there hott stuff why don't ya bust
out that saxophone and play some serious
New Orleans Blues while I drink a beer and
try to calm the **** down before I start crankin
out some seriously ungodly **** that I'm possibly
going to regret in the morning.
And then it hits me that I'm having a
Bukowski moment and maybe
even channeling the spirit of that St. Paul
of new age seekers and left out hippies
shooting up in broke down cars while
holding some sort've seance for he, Jim Morrison.
Or it could've just been a convenient excuse
to get a sad lonely hipster high and
**** her brains out since she was looking
for something that mattered and happened
to find your crooked *** and a **** begrimed needle.
So don't ask me why I take concepts half baked
such as just go with the flow and all things
go according to the will of the universe
and rub my perfectly shaped **** all over them
since 9 out of 10 it's an excuse for terrible
**** that people do to each other in the name of
great grandpa experience for experience's sake.
I'll laugh in the face of people who ***** platitudes
and I'll teach their cats to **** on their
newspapers in the morning just for the
pure naked mischief of it.
There are so many lives out there in the big blue
world full of so many hopes and dreams and
loves and hates and memories and futures
that no one, any where, has the right or the authority
to infringe upon for any reason especially
that golden calf of fearful worship
the supposed Great Scapegoat of the Greater Good.
So come along with me and my people,
we who do not bow, we who do not submit,
we who wake up in the morning filled with
a burning insatiable need to take our world
by the PMC encrusted ***** and make something new.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
You tell me when to stop because I need that.
Sometimes I get carried away and worked up
and today when I started, you said something to stop me.
You stopped me in my tracks and brought me back.
Don't make it something big, you said.
Well that's what I was doing.
I was blowing it up to proportions that didn't need to be reached.
And I just ceased.
Don't make it into something big.
Alright.
And then you shocked me again like pulling me out of the fire and then dunking me in water.
I love you.
Well thanks for putting out my fire.
That was extremely sexy. And I can't stop thinking about it.
I'm a difficult person and I know that, but you just put me in my place with such
authoritative grace.
It was hott and I want you.
I can't wait to see you.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
Hot Hot Hot My SKIN- She says
I will IGNORE the H- He says
Her lips tremble, her cheeks twitch
She knows what he means.
She smiles, inviting Surrender
Her mouth opens, Sweet & Tender
Moans, pouts Ott Ott she mutters
As He watches Her Body Stop Denying
All His Wishes fulfilling Her Wants
All Desires Declared
She wide eyed stares
All resistance let go
My Skin is Ott Ott
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
Smoking kills
But it looks so cool.
Fashion means letting
The tar to pool.
Drinking makes the mind go numb
So who cares if my words
Are slurred and dumb.
Come on
Just a little fun.
Getting high
Make me fly.
Just hit me once and say goodbye.
I can stop whenever I choose.
So give me a lighter and let me lose.
Start off slow
Feel my body rise.
Addictions hold no real surprise.
They think it's hott
When a girl can fry
To a needle or snort or puffing prize.
You don't want to know my mind.
The wonderland
The ****** skies.
The memory of bloodshot eyes.
Just let me out of my skin tonight.
The scars you see are accidental.
Accidentally feeling with sharpened metal.
Drag it down so I don't get mental.
You don't want me sentimental.
I can fight for no good reason.
The blood tends to boil
With the humidity of the season.
Hit me back and get in personal.
I can take the skin covered bone
I'm versatile.
I ran with the gun wielding people.
Earn some respect and still get riddled.
They love a chick with hard forged metal.
As long as I'm not hurting you
I get away with ****** and die a couple times too.
I can stop whenever I choose
So light me up those cancerous fumes
And let me choose.
Come on
Just a little fun
It's not hurting you...
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
I want to call you mine
But mine you are not
I want to say I've fought
But for you I cannot
For I cannot come across a plot
But don't think that I haven't thought
I'm just distractedly caught
Because I don't have a shot
You're way too hott
But I think about you a lot
Which might seem a little distraught
God for bit, I hope its not
More confidence I should've brought
You tell me, do I have a spot
In your heart is where I sought
So please, I beg, don't let me rot
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
Thy clotted blood thickens when lonesomeness hits!!! Thou tasteth thine own spit as it warmly grips thy breathes... One more left...
Canst thou feeleth thine palpitating heart pound when seeking thy other spirit? As she or he's in darkness just like thou? Two angels helping two fools to reach out their fingertips!!
Wherein thy ligaments are in a grip, how I could die for just one cuddle.......this heart would I smuggle to one if one excepted this wearied invitation,
Lonely accreditations
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
I know a person
Who began doing ****** with her son
She seems to be
Going to live forever
She used to be a great person
But now
People pretend they are not home when she comes around
I am a person
Who smokes *** with my kids
And I'll drink alcohol
Too
And let me tell you
Some people are real ********
When you add alcohol
I'm not sure why there's a line
Of illegality
With drugs
The worst drug of all
Is tobacco
And I love to smoke
I'm a hott mess
But drugs
In general
Are a hott mess
Because clearly
We've been dealing with it
Inappropriately
Who can blame us?
Drugs are irrational
It is considered a mental
Illness
Drug addiction
(That might be no longer true
But it used to be)
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
The-One.... was not-- who I thought you were, I thought that, you were close to the one. ...The other one that, I wanted but you were not--- and I'm over it..... Are- You? You-Know, How sometimes you think that, you want something or even someone but when you have it--- or get them; it's right at that very moment that: You realize or that it hits you-- like a brick that, you really don't want them....or it at all. Ever, been there? Ever, said that--- You loved someone just to have *** with them--- and after you were done..... You realized that, it was a big mistake; I mean not only was it not good--- but now you feel bad: because they're into you and all--- you want to do is run. I mean, Like run...... Real fast and take a bath..... wash them off--- of you and somehow---- wishing that you could wash them ---and the act right out of your head?Have, You ever told someone that, they looked good in an outfit; that you--- knew that-they....Looked a hot-mess-in....Just because you didn't know how to tell them, that they were jacked-up? Then, a few minutes later someone else comes in and tells them...... Upfront-- that they....looked like a hott-mess; and they go off on you-- for not being {as it were real.....honest?} I'm just wondering...... Why-Why, Do We Do It!!!!!?
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
One day
When they maketh love once they meeteth,
Their excretion
Shalt fall like midnight deluge
Heavy and hott!!!!
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
This candle burneth down low,
Who shall respark it for me eh?
Who shall make the wax drip,
HOTT,
Dripping from chest to soul!!!
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
Mine heart fluttering
Pivotal to all feeling
Mine scepter is beating
Like a drum of tribal momentous,
I crawl as a beast to belly
Tasting soot and ash
Mine aorta sliced in half
As a serial killer to mine trauma.........
Shalt one feeleth such anguish?
I relish the good times
Yet bad seem more good to me
Since I'm soo used to it
Yet,
I shalt not be broken
Mine catena's hath been hacksawed
For now freedom hath wrapped mine heavied head
Gratis instead.......
I shalt not be one to be left to the wind
As if I'm just its fatal breeze
Tis I'm me
And unearhtly shower of blessed beauty
Raining fiery hott
On old lit cities....
Mine marvel plateau do I awaiteth....
Wherein I shalt be noticed
Not flicked aside
As the trash of the earth!!!!
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC