"sliped" poems
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I'm the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I am the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
love, what is love, the timeles question..the age old question of every human walking ..is it hormones.. is it lust to its highest..is it rather heart reaching pain so great it becomes a new feeling all together..ask me that question ill give you my answer.. ask him hell give his answer..ask the old lady moruning her loves death and she will give you her answer..the young man weeping for the lost love that slipped thou his quick fingers..they all have their ideal..they all cry for their ideal of the age old pain they quest for..the ultamate high , the quickness they mourn..
love, what is love, is it kind and forgiveing..forgetful..ever lasting..the souls walking this earth sreaching for the sliver cord,weeping daily, dieing inside for they missed that chance..the age old question of every human..what is love..You ask me i cry.. is burning and mournful, and lost its pain and joy wraped in a beatuful package tossed to the side by the needs of those in love..its forgetting you cried for someone..quick lighting speed demands on the heart for it cries to be loved back as the heart does ..sliped thou fingers time robs youth and beatuy , love replaces grey hairs and wrinkels and tears ..seals up cracks of wounded souls..touches so soft it breaks your heat to think it will fade..love is....clueless..
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC
Shade Pines Mental Vacillty.
The room was packed the press ravenous waitting for the return of the madman of the place in which we cannot speak of.
How could it be were the rumour's true shock treatments torture had Gonzo finally sliped over the deep end?
The press was dead silent as he was walked into the room
but the man in front of them looked nothing like the man they once knew no wild turkey in front of him no sunglasses even worse no bloodshot eye's
The person that we cannot speak of spoke in the high almost like a cross between Brittney spears and Borat accent.
To which the press all laughed yet the person that we could not speak of did not get the joke as usal.
Cause he was a word we cannot say.
I pressent to you my friends the new and improved Gonzo.
Now I shall let the man himself speak.
The man who resembled gonzo drooled slightly leaned into the mic
Hello im Gonzo.
And after a bit of a awkward pause like when a alter boy cuts a **** they realized that was pretty much it for his deep speech.
The press astounded finally came to life like a seventy year old man who found a secret stash of ******
Gonzo is this a joke ? Gonzo wanna drink hey what about a ***** joke?
Im fine thank you im so happy to be here and be in your company
And I no longer drink well just water that is.
And may I say im so happy to be a changed man no bad jokes from me.
Nope just good wholesome fun no ***** words well I gotta go to my bible study folks it sure was nice to talk to you all.
The press werent buying it the one female repoter stood befor the shell
of a man and must have had a fashion mishap cause some buttons were missing from her top.
Um you sure you wanna leave?
Well miss im really sorry but I gotta be there on time there having cookies today.
And we gotta go over plans for the bakesale and you really need to fix your top miss cause your gonna catch a cold.
The woman stunned felt as if she had spoken to a alien just what had they done to the man once known as Gonzo.
And had they really lost the madman to this bizzar strange human who now did reside in his body.
Was it the end of ********** and wild turkey?
Would Sanity set in and leave things as fun a watching paint dry?
Would ***** jokes and madness be lost forever.
Tune in next week kids to read the next spine tingling chapter
in this drawn out weirdness known as the new Gonzo.
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 11:48 AM UTC
Oh, I wont pretend to know what you're thinking
Maybe you're drowning in the same waters as me
But I hate that I can't feel you thrashing there
At least before we were floating on the same sea
And yes, I knew our days may have been numbered
But zealous hearts tend to ignore logical thought
So I fell for you harder than the Trojans fell for that horse
And you sliped past my walls before I even fought
Now my heart is hiding behind a brand new set of bricks
But I left a key in a place that only you would know
And I hope that I'm the first place you'll come knocking
If you should ever grow tired of going it alone
Sep 10, 2010
Sep 10, 2010 at 11:23 PM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I am the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
When you kiss me do you feel it
Is your hear mine, should I steel it
Do you feel the same
Supple kiss ever drain
Does your hear beat, beat the same
Will forever be okay
Can you promise me you will stay...
Can I even say the same
Can you leave me hear this way
Expecting me to complie
To say that cuttings not a lie?
One that breaths the words...
That you can love with hurt
You would never break my skin
Razors edge biting in
You would never set me free
Do you have the courage to cut me?
Hurt is feeling, so it's life
But what's the point of living if it is only strife
what's a hand to hold, if there is no reason
Sadness comes and goes like season
But bitter twisted truth
Rips my soul and feelings from heir roots
Your peeciouse blood can spill
Your sacred hands can hold
Bitting metal, mean and cold
Legs stained in red
you can cry in silence
Scream in dread
But not alone
Not again
If you choose me, then hold up our head
I can only do so much and promise little
But to love, you have to love your self
And if it isn't a crime to you, it is to somebosy else
Each evil thought that clouds your head
Every cut, or scar that remains unsaid
For every lie that's sliped your toung
My self is trampled, come undone
If you become my reason, my chosen path in life
You have to love your self, and have to love our life.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 6:28 PM UTC
As light grows dim I'm wakened to those thoughts
that are so easily drowned out by the cacophony of my life.
Ushered up to the privacy of my mezzanine box,
I gaze out into the darkness of the orchestral pit,
and listen to the crickets tune their lovers chords
in hopes to pluck the heart strings of their mates.
They too soon fade as my conductor takes his place
upon the stage and brings a quiet hush upon my mind.
Eyes closed I wait for this symphony to fill the halls of my soul,
and play a lovely melody that helps me pass
the quiet meter of this time.
Tonight a Renaissance will play and take me back unto a time
where I could freely lay in melodious thought
among the suns warm rays.
Basking in the music of a youth which remembered now
brings a tearful smile to my face, a hazy lie I spin.
One to make me fond of the offerings of my yesteryear.
That youth, the one which sliped so quickly by,
but whose colored foundation still supports the fading dreams
to this dull and wakeful life. It keeps me moving forward..
Moving to a greatness I knew I could not achieve,
but never quite believed the lie enough to stop my youthful stride.
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 10:06 PM UTC
Time i will admit that day
seemed to s
l
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p away from me
would you like to go and see the stars with me
y
o
u know I would but who are y
o
u?
my name is s
t
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l
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t
as i try to understand her name and she explains more, come and see the stars with me P A U L
I
F
a
l
l
I
CAN STOP
It is like i have never grown up at all.
Fist she became er as the t
i
m
e slips away
then she became transparent to you and me then time sliped?
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I'm the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
Sitting, thinking, days gone by, of past and things left unsaid,
Cries from my heart as u slip past my touch.
Pain as I watch you grow without me, you find yourself without me.
Without me I once thought you would never live. Without me I mourned you would die.
You sliped past my grasp and stole my heart. Your robber of souls you death reaper of the hearts.
Without me..without me..i cry..without me..you live as u did with your wings alittle larger.
With out me I fear..fear.. fear what? I cry!
I fear that without you I will die..
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
BRAIN THOUGHT
foot sliped
BRAIN moved towards the ground
fell, falled
words came out
Brain CONTINUED TO FALL
BODY hit the flour
sound came out more
thought thunk man just made an **** of my self
old lady helped me up.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
It's at the wink of the eyes,
The sleep sliped out,
Awake to the world,
To wander and to lose.
At the flutter of the eyes,
You tried to beckon,
The sleep lost,
With dreamy halves.
You tried to erase,
The deep marks etched,
You tried to shut,
The brunts thrown.
At the blink of your eye,
Slowly the sleep seeps in,
Asleep to the world,
Awake to your mind.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
i never wanted this
it was never my idea
i only did what you asked of me.
you closed every door i tried to open,
i tried to take us somewhere new
but every time you locked me out
then sliped me a key that doesn’t work
and in the end i got desperate
‘cause old friends screamed at me ‘let go’
i never wanted to do it
but you told me to so boldly
and watched me trembling over my words,
looking for one last answer.
you told me to end it like it was over,
like i had already done it.
please know i never asked for this
this was never my idea
i tried to salvage what you severed
and piece it back together.
and now it’s all scattered
in songs and faded scenes
and though most of me is cold and weeping
some still arranges all the parts like a puzzle
desperately
hoping
that it’s not actually forever.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC