"smoosh" poems
The dream of illusion is the searing wrath the mind can impose
Mind, Break me out don't Break me down
The belief of truth is like wind
whoosh..............
The dream of today is like rain
sploosh...............
The thoughts of now are like quick sand
smoosh..............
You know you only breathe to inhale more bubbles of illusions
The bubbles slide down your throat hot and smooth
Then one day will come and your body was covered in foam, and suddenly
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
The stinging sensation of air will hit your body
The truth will hit your mind like a swinging pendallium
Which reality will you float to?
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC
To you to you
what I wants to say to you;
air sea sky blue
clouds fluffy as sleep
with you,
oh with you
My arms never tire
of you inside them
how do I stand the
separation when you
leave me,
when you leave me,
take yourself out of me
Hug you so close
like playdough to smoosh
my blue into your red
swirling, that is how
I smell you smell me
I didn't know this
could be so true,
this swelling, sighing
death defying love
of ours like bears
Animal, I devour you
In ankle deep icy rivers
I paw you, nuzzle you
shed your skin
lie with you naked
dangerously
I come
with you anywhere
you want to go
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
Is it only strange i can only laugh when i see your pain.
That your blood on tile stain is a type of beauty to me.
When the blood is drained from your body in the most inhuman way i can say your perfection,
without a detection of life,
see.. no more strife,
you have no more suffering,
so let me end your pain along with your life.
Can i do that favor?
Can i take my hand with saber and sever your head with out a quickness.
I want you to feel this,
i want to see you find peace in your pain as i look in your brain to see what makes you tick
as i look into your eyes and see the life in it that makes me sick enough to retch.
your death will be my blessing to you....
those who gave me the strength to terry through by putting weights on my back and clipping the wings of my soul.
So dont ask for whom the bell tolls, cause the bells toll for you.
Ringing loudly in your ear as i chisel away,
your brain rotted away long before i took it out.
And while your still alive,
ill work quickly to rip your heart out so you can see you had one, but instead of using it for love,
you clipped the wings of a heaven bound dove,
can you even stand your face in the mirror?
just look into the eyes of the one you undone as i take yours out and hold them at eye level,
make you watch as i smoosh them with the shovel.
The irony.
Your going to be so beautiful in time you see..
But im just here waiting to die, cause i have a job to do.
To prove you wrong a time or two.
Because my soul lies with you, it will be forever perfect, with a body forever ugly, but its because of you..
with much love, your strange friend.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Comfort is like candy corn.
The first two kernels are delicious:
a gratifying waxy smoosh between your molars;
the orderly bites of first yellow, then orange, then white.
A handful sickens,
sweet lethargy trickling through your insides.
For years, I have been working
so hard for a kernel or two.
To my surprise, I now have a barrel full.
It turns out that I like the idea of candy corn
more than I like having it.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC