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Robin Carretti Aug 2018
Hearts another beat a second
A+ made the grade rare meat
Why is everything told to
us in a heartbeat
This is getting way too sweet
"Lips took Beeswax" bittersweet

Someone got stung B-
Strong sound muffler
Joyride Owl Hoot clever
Sweet and sourpuss
honey babe

Her mustard lips of custard
Hot temperature rising
The spicy lady opening
up new horizon gate

Too many sad rides
empty plates last joyride
Gas empty blame the county
Why did we call this joyride
without knowing
your fate

The others are more noticed
Fashionably they came late
Dine and the Wine joyride
romanced money upfront
advanced

Lips like jewels left their stale
You were the chosen one taken
for a ride from
a crooked male

Like bushel big loot basket
Rock the Kasbah rocket
Golden joyride ticket the
pickpocket
Getting away with ******
****** lips in the gasket

The joyride so beat looked
disheveled new love
unraveled
So messy but **** neat
looking, Lexus,
She looks mighty fine like
Venus, I beg you to zoom

And the love after all the treats
Sherlocked in his room
The devil made me do it
All flushed and deep red
Hearing his joyride of beats
What was really going
through her head
Hard rock ambient
painter deviant

The holiday like racing hot rod
Harvest Halloween of a joyride
Two peas in dark maze pod
Igniting a hot fire
Her lips need to decide
Who was underneath the
fumes of his fire

The coffee taste accelerating
Do we feel the pulsing beat
What a high anxiety peak
High intense flavor
You waiting for his joyride
Christmas and Hannukah
Tree to decide that's easier
But wait for true love above all
the gifts to deliver
Like bedrock meeting
Monster ride plant-eating Bug
More slugs my chinch
Inchworm of books at Joyride
College Dorm horn alarm
Manifestation enjoying
her joyride
What a conniver
Greece with my niece
vacation
Basil New rival tea
Pomegranate Cherry-bomb
Blonde Bombshell
Culture novelty joyride
Ring my servant bell
Met their sanity tomb

Her hand's dainty they shine
and sparkle
Her lips know how to jingle
Arace for hearts of stories
and memories
Always the death hand takes
a ride to the winding road of
the cemeteries
Just stay for the moment
think about the
Joyride forth of July
Our firecrackers went off at
the same time
Brie cheese favorite time
English tea and crackers
Like two lips sublime read
her diaries in his designer dockers

Going to the end of the earth lips
light up New York City galleries

Needing the fresh corner
Sunset taking lowrider Boulevard
Hollywood Oh! No world
Wildly satanic or the carefree type
Her joy smile he's sold on skype
Benevolent triad remembering
The mad magazine
MLM Maserati longevity Master
Of the joyride gun blaster
"Lips build like a Pyramid"
Becoming irresistible
Not to humble

Lips race Joyride to gamble
Nothing weakens to crumble
Baking a crumb cake its
doable stays together but
things unnamed not like
a marriage

We get blamed joyride
got damaged
We become gullible
What becomes of the broken heart
someone isn't reliable
Lips are not responsible
Leadership has you cornered  
To stumble upon her lips
Rendered steamboat surrender
How he tumbles
Mr. Grey Poupon Mustard seed
He plants her like his
only joyride
In need
We are all Jupiter the moon
joy to the world
All the boys and girls being
taken for joyrides

The Beach boy's video games
Spy lips whose to blame
Phillip screwdriver
But they take a ride
All you could pick a hot buffet
feasting she is still wearing
hot lipstick
Men have their choice of
they're next
Joyride Bride about the money
Wall-Street cars of hobbies
investing
Yeah right?
Lips take a joyride can we all please take a moment lets decide what we will do.
Is it really up to you for the road always him light that fire trim lips glow joyride fires out you tell the world what it is all about?
Simon Fletcher Oct 2011
You are the perils of turmoil.
You are the presence of my prolonged anorexia.
You are the windows with taped foil.
You are the reason for my Chlamydia.
You are the anger in my unholy punches.
You are the sadness of my forgotten loss.

You are the anger hidden in the hollows of my sour rotten skull.
You are the forgotten sunshine and daylight in my nightmares.
You are the glass I drag down my arm which has turned dull.
You are the reason for my sexually transmitted disease scares.


You are the man who rips my joyrides away.
You are the woman who stole my heart away.
These are the games we like to play.
So I feel like offing myself every single day.

You are the perils of depression.
You are the angry perfectionist
You are the sad and crying children.
Because you refuse to listen...


You are the poison hidden in the ice cream
You are the haunting evil in Satan's blackened eyes.
You are the child that your parents are missing.
You are the widow who continues to lie.
Ace Malarky Jan 2015
No joy, no truth,
      no ancient meaning behind the vinyl
     not even the bricks are real
    at least they're mortgaged and insured
   like I wish the smiles were
  and the plastic greetings
microwaved handshakes
TV dinner parties
polished homecoming basket ball courts
Cadillac joyrides
safe *** party buses
PlayStations
and all the white-sailed friendships sailing on the seven petty seas
electronic knives in hand

prepared to stab unwary backs
and eyes of subtle greens and blacks
hardly blinking, surviving digital attacks

No joy, no truth
     in the craters of this suburban war
only muddy pits remain

--ace
Rondu McPhee Aug 2010
O, I stood on my two feet,
As I watched down the street,
Everyone--
Artists of War,
Typewriter Virgins,
Everyone--
On the Edge,
On the Verge,
Naked insects,
Laughing, screaming,
A ****** freakout,
Flooding Heaven's drains and alleys,
And I'm cowering here,
Cowering at the Lord,
Holy roads,
Holy turns,
Whoah Lord--
The steam,
Rising and Time between,
Crashing,
The Eye
Of the Great Plummet.
Whoah Lord!
Blind me,
Show me the way,
Don't you know how hard it is?
Drag me across the Universe,
Past the roaches and smokers,
Past the path of memory--
Past the God of Gods,
Let me hold on.
I've seen it all--
I thought I did--
The Clouds speaking backwards,
Aphrodite raised her head,
Can't see what I said,
Can't kick,
Can't scream,
Blown out of my head.

I listened only to Terror
From each mountain peak,
Odes and rages
And killings and gardens,
Down the edge of the waters--
Down trees and trails--
Vertigo struck me;
"Here I was born, and Here I had died."

My flesh and branches reached,
The traffic and moon had all been breached,
Storming down
The foggy bright lights,
Joyrides along veins,
Riots along thoughts,
**** along trembles
And speech and Love,
Nowhere to Dream,
For Vision
or Living.

The Men with Guns,
The Riders
and Storms,
Closing one thousand eyes,
Closing one thousand souls,
Under the Symbols
And Leading Men--
Dark, tall--
In a starry alignment,
Alignment of Cosmos,
Of the Sea,
Of the staggering things,
Bestridden, frames,
All around in window panes,
Touching sparkling spiraling
I wipe my eyes,
I go numb at the
Vertigo of steel and flesh and fur
Vertigo of strings and Angels
I need someone to Love,
Someone to feel my pain.

I'll keep you with me,
My heart going like mad,
I'll keep you with me,
When lonely and when sad.

I can't live
Live on my own
O, simmering, breaching
Reaching the pale vines,
Vines of Life and Death
And Eyes and Black
I can't be on my own
Not against the wide-eyed
Cities, cold and blossoming
Kissing the tips
Of Mountains and Fathers
Of all the Flags
Of the World
Of War and Peace
O Something's trying
To hold me back,
O Please,
Whoah Lord!
O God!
Rest me,
Bury me
In the lights and paint,
In the sand and dances
In the Living and Loving
In the moonlight
In Grace.

Let me,
Let me be swept,
Touched and livid,
Everything vivid,
Let me,
Let me breathe
Let me leave.

Let me see the way
Neil T Weakley Nov 2013
A bright summer morn at ten o'clock
is already warm with out-of-school sunshine.
Down the concrete *****
of the manufactured L.A. river,
sits a red shopping cart,
two inches of run-off soaking its motionless wheels.
Empty, it sits in the heat without purpose,
like a discarded Radio Flyer,
no children willing to retrieve it for joyrides through parking lots or
through the shallow water in which it resides.
Even the business for which it was built will never miss it.
It merely waits for a rush of flood water
that will never come,
to wash it away from sight.
han Oct 2018
Maybe someday
someone will waltz along
and teach my heart
it's not okay
to give joyrides
to average people
who will make me feel insubstantial
someday for someone that will cherish me
for more than the skin that covers my bones
but who can kiss me on the head
not because it's pretty
but because of all, it contains
Maybe I'll stop overcompensating
for people who don't deserve any piece of me
I'll be honest with myself
and not desperate for any form of pleasure
I don't think I've been kind enough to my heart, so it's starting to hurt
10/14/18~han
Crystal Freda Jan 2018
Snowflakes ****** on your tongue
as you dodge a snowball
that had just been slung.

Skies so dreary and gray
but in your heart and spirit
you're happy all the way.

Angel wings to be spread
and snowball fights
and joyrides on a sled.

Ever so white and lovely
as you glaze up at the sky
all the snowflakes you see.

Filled with so much glee.
A wonderful snow day
this has turned to be.
anastasia Sep 2020
I am from sleepless nights,

from Diet Coke,

and from endless stacks of books.

I am from the pine trees,

bare feet toughened by the forest floor,

and from the lingering smell of chlorine,

fingers shriveled like a candy wrapper lost in a back pocket.

I am from the bristles of a paintbrush

and from scattered eraser shavings,

for I make no mistake twice.

I am from ticket stubs, postcards, and Polaroids.

I am from the ancient scribblings of poets,

who are cherished friends.

I am from late night joyrides,

from spontaneous trips to Wawa,

and from the back of a pickup truck,

where the ride is smoother than you would imagine.

I am from scattered family

and from battles with unknown aggressors.

I am from movies at midnight,

rants about the universe and it’s hypocrisy,

and from monthly game nights,

where the house never wins.

I am from Tchaikovsky

and from classic rock at volumes too high.

I am from the earthworms in the backyard, the prancing deer in the forest,

and from the birds circling the night sky.
We had to do an "I Am From" poem for English class
bennu Sep 2020
I have always hated you,
And you have always hated me.

I never got your schedule down--

One day I burned it.
You took my clothes.

I leave us all hanging when I'm off on my joyrides.

You didn't believe me when she lied.

Sometimes I break things when I get angry.

When I'm upset, it's the most glaring double standard,
And now I'm a little too spun to hold on tight
Or loose--
And that's my fault.

Your culture is so stupid...
You can't Talk about Cancer.

I love finding flaws in your framework,
Poking holes in your politics,
But I always remember
Why law(yers) exist in the first place...
Because we're flawed.

Because we're flawed,
And she is beautiful.
(no)

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