"slimey" poems
I've been digging
through this dumpster
far too long
trying to get to the bottom of it all.
Slimey sweet stench
there's my first love
my first pipe
my last light
my first rush
my last gush
my first bet
my last buck
"the game ain't over
until the rent money's gone."
I am down a deep hole
and my only tool is a shovel
I've got that one choice
but to go
down
down
down.
Drunk and dial
Drunk and poetry
how did I get here
how do I get out?
I'm a spiritual wasteland
connected to no one
connected to nothing
My drug
My man
My woman
My casino
The rush comes first
The numbness comes last
until
death, insanity or jail
is within my grasp.
I do what I do
But I am allergic too
you understand
when I do what I do
I break out in handcuffs
jail cells
strapped down to beds
looking around
longing for my dumpster
and
what I might have found.
1st Step
12th Step
I've done them all
though the 13th Step
I liked the best
Sponsors have come and gone
Spiritual awakenings
have all been done
I am back in this dumpster
where I had begun.
There is an exquisite mystery
at the heart of it all
the internal shift
happens
an inside job
The 21 year old's first black out
enough is enough
The 60 year old
on his fifth DUI
going out for one more round.
It is true
I have seen it many times
Recovery can be found
Hope restored
Wisdom in these halls
Peace within these walls
The dumpster closed
and left behind
A ladder falls and arrives
acceptance and gratitude
combine
as they say
"One day at a time."
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
Don't be scared to sneeze in MATH105
Blow these numbers off the page, so I can finally have an excuse to
Blow off some time with you
I want to memorize what that sneeze sounds like, unique to the individual
Each sound varies upon sneezers voice,
allergies, voice box, larynx, even personality
If that's all true, I bet even you, sneeze as **** as a mother ******
The only thing that I want more wet and slimey than the inside of your elbow,
Is the way we make love
"Oh baby, that's it!
Sneeze for me! Sneeze harder!
Sneezed like you've never sneezed
for a man before and then sneeze
harder!"
Don't EVER hold a sneeze back!
You're not only killing brain cells
But killing me as well!
I want to see what kind of tornados
you can throw when a dust storm
gets at you
What demons are you hiding,
not letting Christ expel
Don't be ashamed!
Are you scared that just you're sneeze
Will create tsunami waves of attention
If so! I'm buying a front row ticket wearing
nothing but arm floaties and a rain coat
If you get sick, kiss me with your breathe
And well get over this cold- feet together
I want to know your sneeze so when we
Are cooking dinner, you can be half way through inhale
And I'll have a tissue and the words
"Bless you"
Already trotting outta my mouth
I want to be the blessed one
To be within hearing distance
Be able to bless you back
See you come outta your shell for .237 seconds
There to catch the science of your anatomy jumping off the cliff of your nose
I want to be in the bookstore,
Reading super hero graphic novels
And hear you in your boredom two floors up at Starbucks, sneeze,
And be able to say
"YES! THATS MY MAN!!"
You hear that one Peter Parker?
Try to dodge your spidey-sense around that one!
That's a sneeze that'd make the phone booth go inside Clark Kent!
We'll have two kids, named
Gesundheit and Salud
The cat's name will be Ah-Choo
Unless you're allergic to cats
Then scratch the kids, we'll have
A cat zoo! So I can hear the symphony
Of your nostrils on the daily
If you think this poem is gross
Wait tell you see the way I sneeze
When I'm thinking of you
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
casket, casket, buried deep, will you ever let me sleep?
rising inch by inch to the top of ground, let out that beast that sleeps so sound.
poking, rotting, stench filled air, shall you occupy dying despair?
without a word, up forth it springs, to the madness that my heart still gleams.
crazed and cursed for ever more, you will decompose way before.
maggots squirming, loss of life, this is something made by a knife.
keen and sly it slips so nice, from under your chin it was a slice.
draining red no more, soaked and breathless upon the floor.
"why?" you ask, we'll never know.
falling faster ,faster for hells repour.
sticky, slimey cavern walls, over and over the calmness calls.
she lost her mind and found a pill. taken before against her will.
now she writhes and moans only to gurlge on that pink foam.
fading darkness coming fast, never did she think it would be her last.
now the demons tear and bite. each one overjoyed by her fright.
choking, coughing unable to breath, he sat up with liquid running down his sleeve.
razor clipped tendons from wrist to rut. an elbow bent like a ***** ****
draining, pale, eyes rolled back. now its time to hit the sack.
another one found that their dying breath was nothing more than a **** fest.
painted senseless, it never to be told. lied, cried, denied, inside, confide.
let out that evil sin so i can make you live in hell again.
the devils might, needed no more, yet watching me from below the floor.
gripping, grabbing, groping, nothing to hold. not even a light in all the void.
wither, wasted, wonton, worthless flames flickering among your decrepit names.
say it once to me now! now again! i say. let me hear you forget to pray.
casket, casket buried deep...will you ever let me sleep?
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 10:53 PM UTC
The aliens are coming to turn young into old
If you are a reasonably young person and you want to have some fun
Make sure the aliens don't capture you and attempt to eat you up
They will start at your feet, after you have a walk
And then he'll put his slimey hand to your mouth, when you start to talk
No matter how many times you relax
You can't get rid of them
Because they seem to want to push down on you, driving you f..n mad
Every time you get off your chair
Your legs are so very tired
And seeing that your under 50, there is something weird going on
You could say you are aging quicker before the rest
But I put it to laziness, you just think that it is aging
And you are ****** fine with that
But now we say, oh yeah for sure
It's the aliens that are doing the trick
They push on your feet, and put pressure on your head
And making your hands move around like crazy
And after a while your brain goes weak and you feel so hazy
You need to tell someone, yes you do, cause you have to beat them, oh yeah
Every time you think about life, you hear voices you remember
And some you want to forget and then the aliens come
And be these friends flying through the air
Leaving you with memories of being teased heavily
Then you tell then to get ****** they say na
Because these aliens are wanting to tease you
And they will do it, and then make you f..n cry
So, the aliens would
Start nibbling on your feet
And then up your leg
Pass the knee
Up toward the thigh
In the waist, and the abs as well
Toward the chest, and now up to the neck
Then after the head he has eaten you up
And then he'll spit out the hair
Because he hates that, oh yeah he does
And now he has you in his trap
You will experience aches and pains when your old
And any thought of thinking young, will leave your brain
So dudes, don't let those aliens win, be careful
You don't get too tired, just relax and beat those aliens
The aliens aren't coming no more, they're leaving
Too bad, boo hoo to you
Sent from my iPhone
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC
some of us are bog people
we live with the snails and the maggots
making bacteria
we're suckers for substance
the dirt speaks to us
some of us are bog people
we hang with the microorganisms
making pilgrimages
we're slimey silt and silage
full-tilt and raw
the dirt wants us
dig it or dig it not
we can't help it
some of us are just bog people
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC
june.
a year.
it's been a year since i have been a totally different person.
and i don't know if i should
thank you
or
hate you
for turning me into
this person that can't love
anymore.
this person that can't feel
anymore.
this person that doesn't care
anymore.
everything is flat and colourless.
everything is 1D now
and i miss those moments when
i felt everything so strongly that i wanted to smash my head against the walls.
i feel that now,
but out of frustration that
nothing wakes up in me.
nothing good.
only tar, mud and slimey walls.
i look in the mirror and all i can see
is a pale, skinny, vacant face.
and i pull myself
to be like before.
before you.
but she is so foreign from me
that i don't know how to get to her.
how to rediscover her.
and like this
i drag myself
from one day to the other
hoping that
tomorrow
it will be
better.
closed in a dark soundproof room
which i can't escape.
and you...
you think i'm hopping around picking flowers...
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
Who are your heroes?
What kind of spell
Do they put on you?
Better count your zeros.
Cant let something you use
Use you too.
Let me be me, and I'll be fine.
And I'll go back to the road
With laces on the line.
Which direction are you headed?
Cause it's lookin mighty low.
But if I don't lose control,
How else will I ever know?
Not enough nights
I can't remember.
Not enough ink
On my skin.
Not enough knowledge
Laid to waste.
Greeting the things
I once called sin.
Thought I knew it all,
King of the world.
Davey Jones' Locker,
Just a slimey old pearl.
All our idols
Suicidals,
In denials,
Crooked smiles.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 11:01 AM UTC
I am allowed to say no. In fact, I have the right to say no. My body is a temple, and I get to choose who gets to access the lower regions and the inner sanctum. You do not get to choose for me. You do not get to slide your slimey hands all over my body if I say no. You do not get to touch my **** or my front if I should say so.
Yet, many do not believe that a man has as much of a right to the word no as a woman. Let me tell you ladies and gents, I have just as much of a right to use and mean the word no as a woman does. I can get ***** assaulted, abused, bruised, and hurt, emotionally, physically, and mentally too.
Do you know how hard it is to get up, to go to bed, to sleep, to live with a smile on your face, when you're looking for the next person who might want take advantage of you. Do you know how sick it makes me feel when someone calls me attractive because that's how he tried to convince that I'm okay with what he was doing? Do you know how hard it is to not flinch when a man casually touches me. Do you know how hard it is to survive when touch was the only thing that offered me true comfort, but now gives me panic attacks?
Do you know how hard it is to survive on a day to day basis when the right to say no was unwillingly taken away. Do you know how hard it is to smile and laugh, love yourself and your life while looking around every corner, trying to identify who the next attacker is, wondering the next time you'll be the victim?
I have just as much of the right to say no as anyone else. Just because I'm a man, because I'm always supposed to want to *** because I'm confident in myself and my sexuality, does not mean you have the right to ignore words, ignore that I. Do. Not. Want. To. Do. Anything. With. You.
So many people say that they hold no stereotypes or expectations for other people, but the society I live in expects me not to have the right to say no. So thank you everyone, those who taught others that men can't say no, to those who tried to make me conform, and to those who say nothing at all because you, you make it easier for someone to take advantage of a man who doesn't know or believe he has the right to say no.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
I can feel me
******* breaking under gray skies
As I dream of red eyes
And green grass
CPT Slime and Rasta's daft laughs
And the taste of tobacco on your tongue
While I wash up in SlimeyG's kitchen
Good God, if I wasn't there, that infamous week would've been filthy!
We can feel
The bass ******* it through the sideboard
SlmieyG's lounge walls are shaking hard
And we cackle bare
When Big Gay tumbles grinning downstairs
So I stick the kettle on
Good God, we caned a litre of milk in one round of teas!
I can hear
Those slimey green dawgs singing loud
When we bring Tom's cake out
And his face is a chuffin' picture
At the realisation of the six-layers' topper
So throw him a Clipper
Good God - eighteen, eighteen, EIGHTEEN tokes to clear it!
So, will you?
Can we all get together? We'll feel alright
For just one more warm hazy night
And when we sing these songs
Of freedom, we'll laugh in peace together. So long
To misery, my brothers
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
I tend to distance myself from venomous people.
Like snakes they slither in to your life
And strike when your most vulnerable.
Deceptive and devious
Masters of manipulation.
I know some snakes.
Slimey, cold hearted, slithery snakes.
The way they insert themselves
into your heart
and extract the deepest and darkest information
Only to use it against you
so effortlessly
its repulsive
Yet impressive
Keep yourselves from snakes
Slimey
Slithery
Sneaky
Snakes
They'll ruin you
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
At least you have a shred of a conscience, but you don't know what you've become.
You think you are my friend.
When do we go out?
It's too late for the drink you suddenly asked me about.
People may lie, but feelings never lie still, and when they can't be expressed
people move: eyes twitch, faster, quicker, chasing someone down who has no business knowing
anything about this
Your collaborator doesn't feel guilty, though.
He's only afraid of being caught, ensnared
Really, he should have thought about it first
No one is supposed to be told when you are fired, so you are not supposed to
arrange for the new guy to come in and check out his new digs when you are being fired
when you are in the hell room, with the devil men, the stupid little vicious savages,
who can't make eye contact with me as they wrinkle their nose like an elephant skin and say
"it's not a good fit." I laugh now.
Not a good fit. I'm sure, because they're all too small.
And I'd never let them try to fit themselves into me anyway.
Pond **** is not a good lover, or even a slimey frog.
Alas, the damsel, she doesn't want to pay for her sins so the energy
the unexpressed emotion, makes her scurry
the little princess, who has done the nasty deeds, scurries
Around and around, making herself look silly
and guilty, so guilty.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
when the dump becomes the battle ground
and the billionaires dress in blue jeans
****
when the slimey lawyers pretend to know a thing
****
when manure men call themselves
your leaders
****
your stupidity is sickening
DIE
your inane fornications
your assinine fornications
your false and misleading
fornications
SICK
the dump is the battleground
you watch television
**** and DIE
**** and DIE
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC
I wish I could flip a switch & revert back to childhood.
So free spirited,
Attaining pure joy from the simplest of things.
The world hasn't been tainted by its evil truths,
Slimey slithery bugs being flung in your hair were the worst of your troubles.
Content with your imagination,
Everyday filled to the brim with magical forest creatures.
When did our curtain of innocence get lifted,
The older we get the more hostile and brittle the world becomes.
I dont want to be in a world where we dont get to hear the children play.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
seventeen slimey slugs,
lay drunk and dying,
in the beer bath.
but not before,
their skullduggery,
had been done,in amongst the lettuce and silverbeet.
now made lacework,
by the snipping of slug teeth.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
and in the summer sun
murdered
by the new world order
the beach
oil ****
poison and death
and liars and pig-men
do not bother to hope
do not bother to dream
gather together
or die like dogs
in the slimey streets
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
and who now shall say
and as the magic dies
but courage lives
and my heart
and the rage that is real
sees thru the lies
of the slimey ugly people
who rule the world
and i'll be here
as always
and the true power
and the true man
and love
and hate
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 5:34 PM UTC
I'm not sure what I'd bring to the table at the end. His hair slicked back with malice and bad intent, the slimey words spoken into my ear at night,"daddy issues". My lord loves me. I don't have daddy issues!!! I HAVE ISSUES WITH DADDY. Get it straight brain, give me a break.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
Some things are better left unsaid.
Some secrets are better left untold.
It's the nasty, sticky, slimey truths that we bury
That come at us like serpents with our names on their tongues
The ones that reveal the true character of those we love
The ones that make our beloveds ugly in our eyes
What have we done?
Are there any bridges left that we haven't burned?
What have you done, love?
What Have You Done?
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
i've never been without you, neither
have i felt any real need for you.
you were someone that was there,
you made living (dying?) more comfortable.
then, there was the time that i wanted you. so much
to have you, prove i could have you,
say you're not a big deal. that was the time
i was so angry for not having you,
not being able to get you, not being able to prove
what you are or are not.
i hated you. what it meant not having you.
i can still taste that hatred sometimes.
it tastes like fat. like oil.
deep fried
satisfying
it hits my stomach
absorbs into the intestines
inches its way to those places
separating organs from each other
then seeps to that fine fine space
just under the skin
it sits there, i can't get rid of it
but i want more
that slick, slimey feel on my lips
taste buds tingling for release
until i'm not sure who's devouring what.
i haven't a stitch of you left with me now
im a liar and a thief
and even i being me
wouldn't trust myself if i were someone else.
why should you
a strange thing
to be free with nothing
not even a calculated expectation
outside
everyone despises that
but the taste of it
is like sweet water.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
Call me ******* to your mother because I cuh-cuh-couldn't feel the trembling heat reaking havok on the in thigh stubble. Ow! **** sorry stub my toe. I'm moving slow enough to double dutch with a couple couple cookie crisp. Ishy on the in dispute. Grarly upon the laudry booth smoochie smooching on farting fairies flarping from the ex-haust.
Sorry my brain feels soft ffrom the rock salt. Hoochie snoochie snooting snorks slimey nap-cloth. Froze from the several palms second had palsy freezing in the eager eggnog. Ice over sire's searing sultry silken sick souly sullen franklin flame Bob. Billy will wally dilly Dally caught a fifty fatty rattle ****** daddy daddy daddy daddy, Fat Father igloos freak me father freak me father freak me father Im chuching my maugwa. Ma saws my mucho munched muddy crusty killer toes rain, ***** Are you hearing me gravel up your ****** hairs hurting from the rusty ****** clamps. I'm krusty crab freaking funk got me wondering why? okay wize guy wicked wonder wall watch my quest for questioning Ghostface Killah. I'm Slaid Cosby I ****** your daugher younger than the fury from you first tooth.
I wish you spat my drizzle from the furry foster the kids frontporch pistol grip.
Hop scotch?
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
Yellow coats and squeaky shoes
Butterfly nets and umbrellas blue
These are best for hunting frogs
Quiet giggles and smiling friends
Tall water reeds and river bends
These are best for finding frogs
Slippery mud and misty rain
Grassy tumbles and many stains
These are best for catching frogs
Slimey fingers and careful grips
Awed, sweet glances and grinning lips
These are best for holding frogs
Happy tears and soft goodbyes
Brand new name and darkened sky
These are best for freeing frogs
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC