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"milds" poems
Lord I just ask you to guide me, in this pouring rain. Praying for a change All I feel is pain.. My life on this earth feels so alone Everyone I love has met you Don't have anyone else to hold. I still don't know why you chose my life to suffer this way. Broken hearted, ashed out blac & milds, emptied bottles, Lost in a cycle.. Im praying to be strong, like my mom said So I'm still fighting. Living blinded, sometimes I do feel like screaming for help But no one reached out a hand When they knew that I fell. Blessed that I now have an umbrella To protect me from the rain Im still holding on Cause the season has never changed. No one really heard of this pain Cause we all sinners We too focused on the hopes of fame. But that's just the flick that starts the flame How could we hold our head up in the pouring rain One day I shall release my spirit Into the sun Then reunite with all of my loved ones. ©MH
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Storms
[ final, before flight ] learnt through dusty feet and stomachs growlin’ their dyin’ growls. days and weeks with leakin’ roof, and nature’s bountiful army marchin’ on and through. candle-lit synthetic canvas absorbin’ fired raditation, *** upon baked ground starin’ at drunken fire pit – conversed two hours, and with dawn one side meld’d in the dancin’ orange and reds. walk’d macadame, in full June the tar bubbled to the surface and patch’d holed soles – surfaced skin, turn’d black. graveyard of gypsum; burnt out child’s playground; horse protectin’ territory, or life; pawnin’ everything not bolt’d down – death of materialism, birth of a **** off mentality. bought Black-and-Milds so to reroll a few cigarettes, save wood tip for later use. save everything for later use, stash everything for later use. stab’d in stupidity and made to mend the wound with worries of:    will i use this hand again? [ C ] cryin’ for Annie, cryin’ out, knowin’ she will return without my concern. knowin’ she’s probably rummagin’ through some neighbor’s house. cryin’ out. cryin’ out. lyin’ down on pallet’d floor, gettin’ usher’d out so she could **** [ A ] mouse detectives on VHS, an awkward glance at left – all the signs, none of the glory. misdirectin’ for no reason, reappearin’ without reason, disappearin’ for every reason. [ T ] road impart’d day’s heat through all the night, and moon lit unknown paths. cryin’ out, peddlin’ faster, carryin’ weight in hope at final penance. no penance. [ O ] an artist’s rush, turn’d paper to masterpiece with seemin’ lack of effort. stole heart, keel’d in, cast off to placebo girl in roomate’s bed. - - - abrupt ending
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Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 3:43 AM UTC
CATO
[ final, before flight ] learnt through dusty feet and stomachs growlin’ their dyin’ growls. days and weeks with leakin’ roof, and nature’s bountiful army marchin’ on and through. candle-lit synthetic canvas absorbin’ fired raditation, *** upon baked ground starin’ at drunken fire pit – conversed two hours, and with dawn one side meld’d in the dancin’ orange and reds. walk’d macadame, in full June the tar bubbled to the surface and patch’d holed soles – surfaced skin, turn’d black. graveyard of gypsum; burnt out child’s playground; horse protectin’ territory, or life; pawnin’ everything not bolt’d down – death of materialism, birth of a **** off mentality. bought Black-and-Milds so to reroll a few cigarettes, save wood tip for later use. save everything for later use, stash everything for later use. stab’d in stupidity and made to mend the wound with worries of:    will i use this hand again? [ C ] cryin’ for Annie, cryin’ out, knowin’ she will return without my concern. knowin’ she’s probably rummagin’ through some neighbor’s house. cryin’ out. cryin’ out. lyin’ down on pallet’d floor, gettin’ usher’d out so she could **** [ A ] mouse detectives on VHS, an awkward glance at left – all the signs, none of the glory. misdirectin’ for no reason, reappearin’ without reason, disappearin’ for every reason. [ T ] road impart’d day’s heat through all the night, and moon lit unknown paths. cryin’ out, peddlin’ faster, carryin’ weight in hope at final penance. no penance. [ O ] an artist’s rush, turn’d paper to masterpiece with seemin’ lack of effort. stole heart, keel’d in, cast off to placebo girl in roomate’s bed. - - - abrupt ending
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Marlboro Menthols, Lights, or Milds Cowboy-killers, cancer-sticks Guilty pleasure, a necessary fix Holding hands with coffee You get that jolt Or shall I say relief Days become more bearable Courtesy of these, Alcohol as a 3rd dimension Aiding in more than just sleep Take a pull and fill the need Clear your head for a quick second Alcohol, caffeine, nicotine; They’re all I need
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 3:45 AM UTC
Alcohol Caffeine Nicotine
Women sit on the laps of drunken men Each man has claimed his ***** Only one man sits alone Nursing a bottle of Jack His eyes downcast and shadowed Are filled with fire and doubt A fire that burns sharp and bitter Much like the liquor in his mouth Woodsmoke covers the sweet smells Of *** and Black and Milds As all fly higher, they care less and less The energy becomes primal and wild Slowly they separate in groups of two Each pair to find a tent of their own The clearing empties, the fire dies down And only one man is left alone
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 11:05 AM UTC
Only One Man Left Alone
Getting Ready On the go Doing things Need a blow Giddy gaggle Endless Gags Toothy giggles Tongues a wag Dressing up Getting down Goofing off Clownin round Pretty girls Wearing pearls Dancing Swirls Fluffy Furls Blowing Kisses Giving Hugs Singing Ditties Cut a Rug Buoyant Banter Flashing Smiles Bubbly Blabber Smoking Milds Shakin ***** Gettin Down Wigglin ******* Goofy Gowns Keep a Groovin Boogie all night Shake Them Legs Les Dames et Dynomite Oakland 8/23/01 Music Selection: Jackson 5 Dancing Machine
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
Getting Ready
Part I My body never prepared to run out of air celebrate it? I said Send. I said it again and again. Send. the world's loneliest flipping machine withering from your obtusity. I'm sclerotic. Yes, yes that's it. I want to stir you strike you into soup. I'll observe the dictionary, every word will flow from me to you. Flip, flip off the diver's board, Blank and Blank by the shore Color it in, out, up, down I'm sclerotic. Remember this, need this counting people all in pairs: I saw everything through sixteen vision, bleary, misted with vanilla yous. Soft skinned, little girls, hot and milds between their teeth I don't hunt but I could. Autumnal again and I'm just repetition speaking of repressed rage. Let us analyze the handwriting of every colleague, drop out, ghost buster, Coffee house inspired. I'm sclerotic. I'm walking through the forest and you're not there. Part II I write because I'll die I die, I die, I diee. It's been too long since I went swinging Missing my pour of moon to the tip top of my new ceramic mugs. It's all up for traps the reindeer, the telltales, the chlorine. Hyperextended among the cruel cats, where are the cool cats? REVERSE back to nail polish I got manicures as a little girl Staring at my hair now every shaved bit on my leg is its own waterfall. Hah. I cry for my beauty I was told I was wrong with highlighters, colored ads, illuminated in the eyes of old dogs. Take a gulp, I did and I walked for every moment I regretted. I walked. Childish foolish acts, crimeful commitments. I said Send. Send. She said you might not like me but to never fret you love me. I'm walking in a tunnel (Where's the light?) and you're not there. Part III This is the beginning of a low-budget film, black and white this part is when the audience yells "Someone fall in love already!" I think there is something truly remarkable about me (and you) and the boy who cried wolf and probably other people too I don't want my words to dissipate or fall into space disappear in the inners of the web. I want them to creep in through the crevices speak to the many as they walk and see and notice. I find a strange comfort in swinging at night in an empty park and a intriguing mystery the first time someone sighs my name. I'm swinging in the park and you're not there.
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Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
14 November 2012
Part I My body never prepared to run out of air celebrate it? I said Send. I said it again and again. Send. the world's loneliest flipping machine withering from your obtusity. I'm sclerotic. Yes, yes that's it. I want to stir you strike you into soup. I'll observe the dictionary, every word will flow from me to you. Flip, flip off the diver's board, Blank and Blank by the shore Color it in, out, up, down I'm sclerotic. Remember this, need this counting people all in pairs: I saw everything through sixteen vision, bleary, misted with vanilla yous. Soft skinned, little girls, hot and milds between their teeth I don't hunt but I could. Autumnal again and I'm just repetition speaking of repressed rage. Let us analyze the handwriting of every colleague, drop out, ghost buster, Coffee house inspired. I'm sclerotic. I'm walking through the forest and you're not there. Part II I write because I'll die I die, I die, I diee. It's been too long since I went swinging Missing my pour of moon to the tip top of my new ceramic mugs. It's all up for traps the reindeer, the telltales, the chlorine. Hyperextended among the cruel cats, where are the cool cats? REVERSE back to nail polish I got manicures as a little girl Staring at my hair now every shaved bit on my leg is its own waterfall. Hah. I cry for my beauty I was told I was wrong with highlighters, colored ads, illuminated in the eyes of old dogs. Take a gulp, I did and I walked for every moment I regretted. I walked. Childish foolish acts, crimeful commitments. I said Send. Send. She said you might not like me but to never fret you love me. I'm walking in a tunnel (Where's the light?) and you're not there. Part III This is the beginning of a low-budget film, black and white this part is when the audience yells "Someone fall in love already!" I think there is something truly remarkable about me (and you) and the boy who cried wolf and probably other people too I don't want my words to dissipate or fall into space disappear in the inners of the web. I want them to creep in through the crevices speak to the many as they walk and see and notice. I find a strange comfort in swinging at night in an empty park and a intriguing mystery the first time someone sighs my name. I'm swinging in the park and you're not there.
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I grew up in a village Americans always seem to laugh at the very idea of a village how quaint? but I did it was five or ten years behind the times and in the pub, the huntsman, the local there is an old Marlboro cigarette vending machine with lights and menthols and 27's and reds and milds and ultra milds and all the others I'm too drunk to remember I miss those machines bells rung of a simpler time I miss those machines
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May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
Vending Cigarettes
: Here you come throwing pebbles. I tap you on the shoulder, Clap you with this lyrical boulder. Wait til you get older, to be colder. You come with a sea breeze, Ah got the arctic chill. The big freeze. Dropping You to your knees. I am taking back my seniority My wisdom gets priority Your dead theme, is in obscurity Yappn' bout you got bling, rims And bullchit things. Like how long your money is. And the 'n' word. The 'b', word, the 'h', word, Played out bragging and complaining Shaming the art with your empty cart Making noise “ain’t-saying nad-da”. You're just a bother. Trying to get paid When you can't even get laid Cause we see yo *** on the stage. Void of rage. Lil' poot **** hollering bout " what " I need to make a come up Go find your guts, Stop the noise lil' boys. Take a stand lil man. The gods have risen, Time to pay attention. Before you find Yourself enslaved In a privatized prison. Leave the stuff Found in the hood alone. Like black n milds And malt liquor. It's bad enough They are feeding You food Without nutrition Prepn you for institutions You go to jail for child support Then cannot get a job, When they let you out. Now your record is shady. So want to do away with the lady And her baby... viscous cycle; Use the rest of your brain Before it too is dead. Lil boyz want to **** their Own mama, ta run with a gang. So u shoot mama in her sleep Bang, bang, bang.. Now they have you for life If they let you live. No one to your rescue Maybe the boy who Cut his mama up And baked her like a duck. Maybe you and him Can become fast Friends. With a little luck. So don't throw pebbles Off bridges and run That's why I am tapping You on the shoulder and Clapping you with this Lyrical boulder son! If you want to Thrive/and survive, You need to stay alive. You need to learn to Plant and grow Before they put You in that hole. Everything you eat Don't have to come From Chinese store Or the A-rabs in the hood. You cannot stay alert On the food From burger king It boils down to this You Need Your vitamins You need to Know your trees Herbs And your seeds... If nothing Else please get The knowledge Of these. Don't get stuck in the Traps "you can see" Let hedonism Be a thing of the past Get serious, And get serious fast....
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
Message To The Man-Child
: Here you come throwing pebbles. I tap you on the shoulder, Clap you with this lyrical boulder. Wait til you get older, to be colder. You come with a sea breeze, Ah got the arctic chill. The big freeze. Dropping You to your knees. I am taking back my seniority My wisdom gets priority Your dead theme, is in obscurity Yappn' bout you got bling, rims And bullchit things. Like how long your money is. And the 'n' word. The 'b', word, the 'h', word, Played out bragging and complaining Shaming the art with your empty cart Making noise “ain’t-saying nad-da”. You're just a bother. Trying to get paid When you can't even get laid Cause we see yo *** on the stage. Void of rage. Lil' poot **** hollering bout " what " I need to make a come up Go find your guts, Stop the noise lil' boys. Take a stand lil man. The gods have risen, Time to pay attention. Before you find Yourself enslaved In a privatized prison. Leave the stuff Found in the hood alone. Like black n milds And malt liquor. It's bad enough They are feeding You food Without nutrition Prepn you for institutions You go to jail for child support Then cannot get a job, When they let you out. Now your record is shady. So want to do away with the lady And her baby... viscous cycle; Use the rest of your brain Before it too is dead. Lil boyz want to **** their Own mama, ta run with a gang. So u shoot mama in her sleep Bang, bang, bang.. Now they have you for life If they let you live. No one to your rescue Maybe the boy who Cut his mama up And baked her like a duck. Maybe you and him Can become fast Friends. With a little luck. So don't throw pebbles Off bridges and run That's why I am tapping You on the shoulder and Clapping you with this Lyrical boulder son! If you want to Thrive/and survive, You need to stay alive. You need to learn to Plant and grow Before they put You in that hole. Everything you eat Don't have to come From Chinese store Or the A-rabs in the hood. You cannot stay alert On the food From burger king It boils down to this You Need Your vitamins You need to Know your trees Herbs And your seeds... If nothing Else please get The knowledge Of these. Don't get stuck in the Traps "you can see" Let hedonism Be a thing of the past Get serious, And get serious fast....
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89 degrees and humid, sunset at 8:30. Eastern barbeque smokin out in the backyard the grass is getting lo-o-o-ong, but it can wait until next Sunday. iced tea, sweet, sinful tea and no cowboys in sight. just Low Drawled Camouflage Men and Freedom to Own a Gun, black n milds, porch swings and mosquitoes turn up in your ear holes like politicians touting their pro-life campaigns.
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
receiving a wine called storyteller
This that "cause you said that , now I'm not speaking to you", This that "you took too long to reply so I'm done with you". This that "you ain't **** getting her pregnant rodney", This that "oh now you don't remember me? Then **** you!", Where did we go so wrong with communicating? These apps are not stimulating no more, Its just irritating, I get like 2 matches a day and still nobody said **** Waste of time isn't it? Time to set boundaries and benefits, At this rate , I just want friends, Why can't loneliness end? at least don't pretend saying what was really meant, Its not rocket science looking within someone's soul, But if their heart is blacker than black and milds , then I'm gone, If I call you a ***** on this phone , then I would be wrong, Right? Don't call me when you and ya' hubby get into a , fight, We all got problems that need to be solved increasing the rates of cheating and brawls, You wanna be him, she wanna be her, Y'all know y'all both can't have it all, On the internet looking like fine **** But Whats fine **** to the spiritual, Iykyk we ain't liberals, Time to build our people up in general.
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Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 2:30 AM UTC
"Social Gods" (Real Melanin Part 2)
* Every time I kiss you Your breathe smells within me For many hours of the day One day it is ***** I kiss The other day it is coffee And it is Cranberry or Orange Otherwise it is good old green tea That day when you drank Sangria and came home I tasted Red wine, Brandy and Soda So many flavors you carry in your mouth Of fresh fruits, lemon slices, peaches and strawberries The best part is to pluck With my tongue the residue of fruit seeds From between your teeth The pulp and tiny-skin that stick within Many days you taste like sweet melon Though melon season isn't there The day you drink lemonade My tongue gets a fresh bath within you The day you drink soda Your hiccup during our kiss My inners are blown-away by your gush-breathe That acidic flavored Soda smell Sometimes makes me loose my breathe But we won't let go of our kiss... When you smoke cigarette I get a lesson on the taste of brands Be it Gold Flake, Marlboro, or Wills, Scissor, Black, Milds and Classics Among them I like the cold smell Of your breathe when you've smoked Menthols And those days when you smoke weeds The smell of herbs like ***** cannabis & grass Especially when our kisses are long They intoxicates my senses But the best kiss of all is The kiss of your morning breathe Just after you wake up After the whole night's sleep There I taste the real YOU And I LOVE all of it That moment, that kiss... I always try to prolong As long as I can... I keep on drinking you Gallons and gallons of YOU Till the LOVE from your heart Flows from your mouth to my heart The best kiss of the universe Is your morning kiss It is about Our LOVE, Demonstrating our bond A sunshine won't become YOU if YOUR morning kisses won't happen... That Taste of your kiss is "LOVE" *
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
The Taste of YOUR KISS is "LOVE"
* Every time I kiss you Your breathe smells within me For many hours of the day One day it is ***** I kiss The other day it is coffee And it is Cranberry or Orange Otherwise it is good old green tea That day when you drank Sangria and came home I tasted Red wine, Brandy and Soda So many flavors you carry in your mouth Of fresh fruits, lemon slices, peaches and strawberries The best part is to pluck With my tongue the residue of fruit seeds From between your teeth The pulp and tiny-skin that stick within Many days you taste like sweet melon Though melon season isn't there The day you drink lemonade My tongue gets a fresh bath within you The day you drink soda Your hiccup during our kiss My inners are blown-away by your gush-breathe That acidic flavored Soda smell Sometimes makes me loose my breathe But we won't let go of our kiss... When you smoke cigarette I get a lesson on the taste of brands Be it Gold Flake, Marlboro, or Wills, Scissor, Black, Milds and Classics Among them I like the cold smell Of your breathe when you've smoked Menthols And those days when you smoke weeds The smell of herbs like ***** cannabis & grass Especially when our kisses are long They intoxicates my senses But the best kiss of all is The kiss of your morning breathe Just after you wake up After the whole night's sleep There I taste the real YOU And I LOVE all of it That moment, that kiss... I always try to prolong As long as I can... I keep on drinking you Gallons and gallons of YOU Till the LOVE from your heart Flows from your mouth to my heart The best kiss of the universe Is your morning kiss It is about Our LOVE, Demonstrating our bond A sunshine won't become YOU if YOUR morning kisses won't happen... That Taste of your kiss is "LOVE" *
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cigarette smoke and black n milds im tired of things that dont matter to me from a dystopian family to my unfulfilled being im sick of things swallowing me the wind blows and the trees rattle no stars tonight but when will i be free manipulation and guilt im trapped in walls of 3 family careers and who i want to be
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
growing up
Black & milds burning my fingers. I know that it's bad, but it feels so good. Stress weighing on me heavy. I talk to God, but, no clear answers. Tell me what I'm fighting for. Dear God, if you're up there, tell what I'm fighting for. What am I crying for? Hoodie over my head, God, what am I hiding for?... You spend your whole life trying to be perfect, Just to find out that you ain't **** You try to be the guy that carries all the burdens, including your own, But you realize you're ill-equipped. You break everything you come across: glasses, vases, and hearts that are now lost, Because of you. This poem is not from my point of view, But if it was I'd understand why he feels so blue… You see living in this life, you're bound to feel doomed. Good things can happen to you, but negatives will still loom. And people wanna be all close and personal with you and your truths, But nobody's loyal around here, all they want is your truce; Not to be cordial, but just to get in on the news, That's why I choose a lane to pave, and never say when I move. ​But even when you try to be humble, ​You start to get in your feelings when you hear the slightest mumble. ​And then you wanna rumble, All along we've been living in a jungle, and I don’t mean no New York. We in a world and generation where your “homies”’will eat and not bring extra forks, They will let you starve. Selfish and self righteous, Very messy with their moves. That's why I rarely go out, and my friends, I let God hand pick and choose… Now the perception is mine. Hoodie still on, world’s cold, but I'm doing fine. Black N milds still sitting in the cup holder while I drive, Formulating lies in case my mom found out like “they ain't even mine.” “Well why they in your car? You want your lungs get black and die?” “Man, momma them ain't mine. They must belong to one my guys.” ​Can't erase the unerasable, or trace the untraceable. ​10 times out of 10, all your wrongs will come back to you. That's why I keep my guards up like Garda, Because karma’s like that crazy ex girlfriend you can't shake off of you. I've been finessing the systems. I've been showing all of the symptoms of a hardheaded BOY that just won't listen, And think he's a man, and that he can stand on his own to. And will tell you to your face he never wanted you. ​Counterfeit power. ​Egotistical attitude, ​That is sure to fall through. Let him fall through…
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
Convictions
Black & milds burning my fingers. I know that it's bad, but it feels so good. Stress weighing on me heavy. I talk to God, but, no clear answers. Tell me what I'm fighting for. Dear God, if you're up there, tell what I'm fighting for. What am I crying for? Hoodie over my head, God, what am I hiding for?... You spend your whole life trying to be perfect, Just to find out that you ain't **** You try to be the guy that carries all the burdens, including your own, But you realize you're ill-equipped. You break everything you come across: glasses, vases, and hearts that are now lost, Because of you. This poem is not from my point of view, But if it was I'd understand why he feels so blue… You see living in this life, you're bound to feel doomed. Good things can happen to you, but negatives will still loom. And people wanna be all close and personal with you and your truths, But nobody's loyal around here, all they want is your truce; Not to be cordial, but just to get in on the news, That's why I choose a lane to pave, and never say when I move. ​But even when you try to be humble, ​You start to get in your feelings when you hear the slightest mumble. ​And then you wanna rumble, All along we've been living in a jungle, and I don’t mean no New York. We in a world and generation where your “homies”’will eat and not bring extra forks, They will let you starve. Selfish and self righteous, Very messy with their moves. That's why I rarely go out, and my friends, I let God hand pick and choose… Now the perception is mine. Hoodie still on, world’s cold, but I'm doing fine. Black N milds still sitting in the cup holder while I drive, Formulating lies in case my mom found out like “they ain't even mine.” “Well why they in your car? You want your lungs get black and die?” “Man, momma them ain't mine. They must belong to one my guys.” ​Can't erase the unerasable, or trace the untraceable. ​10 times out of 10, all your wrongs will come back to you. That's why I keep my guards up like Garda, Because karma’s like that crazy ex girlfriend you can't shake off of you. I've been finessing the systems. I've been showing all of the symptoms of a hardheaded BOY that just won't listen, And think he's a man, and that he can stand on his own to. And will tell you to your face he never wanted you. ​Counterfeit power. ​Egotistical attitude, ​That is sure to fall through. Let him fall through…
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It seemed normal enough, The moment I saw her. She walked in the store, door chiming as she stepped over the theshold. nonchalant look on her face Just killing time really. I was standing behind the lady at the checkout line She got closer, standing beside me, asking for singles of black and milds One rhythm, the other blues. She was vibrant, letting her voice reign over the cashier ringing items over the scanner. The sun gave praise to her silhouette, sprouting wings behind her We made eye contact for a split second Hair arched behind her ears. Tight fitted jeans. Jacket stopping at the bounce of her purse. The sliding door seeming to hold a bit longer. Her eyes looked right through me, placing a brief hold on giving the cashier my items. Coke zero, a bag of chips. I really don't know what made me stop, Just driving around, nothing better to do. She was polite, placing one foot in front of the other. Pausing for a moment longer, I suppose I was enlightened stepping into her world. Her back letting the sun through the sliding door. Paying no never mind to the newspaper and candy littered in front of the register. Stealing glances of past mistakes as she passed by. The thing about a perfect moment is that it never lasts as long as it's suppose to. Exchanging an hello for a sensual look, following the trail of perfume left in her eye. The over compulsive touch of eyes. The peace of mind of something out of the ordinary. The verbal pleasantries of open gestures. Warm, inviting. Honestly, speaking never hurt anyone. Though I was curious if she bit or not
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
Just Killing Time
It seemed normal enough, The moment I saw her. She walked in the store, door chiming as she stepped over the theshold. nonchalant look on her face Just killing time really. I was standing behind the lady at the checkout line She got closer, standing beside me, asking for singles of black and milds One rhythm, the other blues. She was vibrant, letting her voice reign over the cashier ringing items over the scanner. The sun gave praise to her silhouette, sprouting wings behind her We made eye contact for a split second Hair arched behind her ears. Tight fitted jeans. Jacket stopping at the bounce of her purse. The sliding door seeming to hold a bit longer. Her eyes looked right through me, placing a brief hold on giving the cashier my items. Coke zero, a bag of chips. I really don't know what made me stop, Just driving around, nothing better to do. She was polite, placing one foot in front of the other. Pausing for a moment longer, I suppose I was enlightened stepping into her world. Her back letting the sun through the sliding door. Paying no never mind to the newspaper and candy littered in front of the register. Stealing glances of past mistakes as she passed by. The thing about a perfect moment is that it never lasts as long as it's suppose to. Exchanging an hello for a sensual look, following the trail of perfume left in her eye. The over compulsive touch of eyes. The peace of mind of something out of the ordinary. The verbal pleasantries of open gestures. Warm, inviting. Honestly, speaking never hurt anyone. Though I was curious if she bit or not
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Some one should get some chillies up these saps they need some sense burned into these soggy brain some steel in foamy bodies some lead where it matters it may blow some heat into these drips and wets so maturity and reality could flare up and perhaps they may know what adulthood means Some one should get some chillies up these saps all these floopsie woopsie materialization and silliness no realness, no essence, no passion, no steam, no chutzpah drop the chips and fries, get some chillies and not the milds eat daily and watch fire light up in you, your brains come alive all the slimy hogwash cobwebs singed and fired off women won't have to beg for attention in beds and idle tools will up take heed and go get some chillies and learn passion and sense at my age, still like in my prime and a martini anytime, anywhere, ready to go and not just once and over brain as sharp as a golden button, have to down the fire that burns a stallion  with fire, a scholar with wit, a sage in tune within and out Years of fine chillies, no alcohol except rarely, skin aglow like youth fire and passion simmer in calm grace, the inner strength of love a men of all seasons cause of the seasoning of pure chillies.. not gangling buffoons, with no heat in hearts bodies and souls and wilting little sausages they compensate for, in bullying stupidity.
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Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC
Go get peppered....