"moremoremore" poems - Hello Poetry

I was teetering on the precipice of something. edging towards the glimmer. mashing tongues, you tore me limb from limb. I'm glazed with sweat. you baste me in honeydew. in the bedroom we speak in vowels: oooOOHHhhooo uUUHhh. AAAAaaahhh The sounds of death, Long awaited for. I died like this every night and loved every minute of it, bruised down to my bones. i i i, want moremoremore. Give my teeth a whitening. You are the eye of the storm the first leg into a pair of pants the bone with the best sense of humor. you left me high, but not dry. accept this broken french as a gesture of my affinity: je taime tu me manques je tadore mon lapin bisou bisou

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Sep 6, 2016

Sep 6, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC

circa-1994

brownie points

I was teetering on the precipice of something. edging towards the glimmer. mashing tongues, you tore me limb from limb. I'm glazed with sweat. you baste me in honeydew. in the bedroom we speak in vowels: oooOOHHhhooo uUUHhh. AAAAaaahhh The sounds of death, Long awaited for. I died like this every night and loved every minute of it, bruised down to my bones. i i i, want moremoremore. Give my teeth a whitening. You are the eye of the storm the first leg into a pair of pants the bone with the best sense of humor. you left me high, but not dry. accept this broken french as a gesture of my affinity: je taime tu me manques je tadore mon lapin bisou bisou

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drunk kisses in bars smell of alcohol on your lips taste of your last shot on your tongue warm flesh from breathlessness ruthless grabbing and groping always wanting moremoremore

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Sep 9, 2013

Sep 9, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC

eva-2

lipstick kisses

drunk kisses in bars smell of alcohol on your lips taste of your last shot on your tongue warm flesh from breathlessness ruthless grabbing and groping always wanting moremoremore

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Why must we go to and fro assuming constraint? I've fallen through a nothing-air. In a quite fog on that empty afternoon, when the dusk aches for a little leave, I turn, revolving in our nothing-nothing-air. As that twig snaps, I can sense only then that I am moving. More. more. more more moremoremore When that devil kisses your cheek, and you feel loved for once, i am Singing myself lullubies lullabies out of all the words you said.

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Apr 7, 2014

Apr 7, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC

etherage

Letting

Why must we go to and fro assuming constraint? I've fallen through a nothing-air. In a quite fog on that empty afternoon, when the dusk aches for a little leave, I turn, revolving in our nothing-nothing-air. As that twig snaps, I can sense only then that I am moving. More. more. more more moremoremore When that devil kisses your cheek, and you feel loved for once, i am Singing myself lullubies lullabies out of all the words you said.

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I thought I saw What I thought I knew What I thought was real What I thought was good But what I thought was just a thought And that's all it was just a notion just a guess a shot in the dark I think, I thought I say, I do She says, She needs He knows, He tries But things we think and say and do when clock bells ring and hands strike 12 Are colors stained, beneath dark veils canvas of dust, that civil eyes hide and the artist idle idle, so idle becomes ashamed and thinks and ponders if there is another meaning to this shameful portrait and thinks and does says, knows needs, wants takes up arms furious strokes _______________l e f t r i g h t______________ \ s l a s h e s \ and thrusts --------> burst noise spew sweat drip curses bleed color more more more! more more! more! more more! more more! more! more! more! moremoremore! moremoremoremoremoeroerermroeom And ---- now with heavy breath another one more eyes, stinging sweat, open thinking, hoping, praying scared, half smiling stares and stares a n d s t a r e s still _ quiet _ canvas of dust canvas of lies canvas of this and canvas of that but canvas of what?! and down comes the veil like it always does like it always will and again it is dark under the veil

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC

josh-alexander

Under the Veil

I thought I saw What I thought I knew What I thought was real What I thought was good But what I thought was just a thought And that's all it was just a notion just a guess a shot in the dark I think, I thought I say, I do She says, She needs He knows, He tries But things we think and say and do when clock bells ring and hands strike 12 Are colors stained, beneath dark veils canvas of dust, that civil eyes hide and the artist idle idle, so idle becomes ashamed and thinks and ponders if there is another meaning to this shameful portrait and thinks and does says, knows needs, wants takes up arms furious strokes _______________l e f t r i g h t______________ \ s l a s h e s \ and thrusts --------> burst noise spew sweat drip curses bleed color more more more! more more! more! more more! more more! more! more! more! moremoremore! moremoremoremoremoeroerermroeom And ---- now with heavy breath another one more eyes, stinging sweat, open thinking, hoping, praying scared, half smiling stares and stares a n d s t a r e s still _ quiet _ canvas of dust canvas of lies canvas of this and canvas of that but canvas of what?! and down comes the veil like it always does like it always will and again it is dark under the veil

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