"swollow" poems
I’ll be sitting on the fence;
until the cows come home,
You can steal my thunder,
and you can break my bones.
Blood is thicker than water
and you’re the apple of my eye,
you may steal my thunder,
but you're a blessing in disguise,
Because honey!
You're just so easy on the eye,
It’s true I’m shallow;
but you're so easy on the eye.
I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk,
I like the way you move,
I like the way you groove,
I like the way you scream,
I like the way you shout,
I like the way you spit, (Swollow)
I like the way you pout!
Because honey
You're just so easy on the eye,
It's trues you're a monster;
but you're so easy on the eye!
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
How beautiful the sunrise when it came ,
for I had waited so long ,
In vain,
how lonelineses. sweet tears I feel ,
down my cheek so bitter the pain .
Yet I walk were emporers once stood ,
Londiniam lies abandoned .
the Classis lit long since sailed ,
their. Masts beat against the wind .
The river Thames glistened from the morning sun ,
Past it’s banks and statues of gods ,
Monuments to Caesar and suns of the gods lie face down in the sun
broken in two ..
Why should I return for there is nothing here ?
And yet ,
the girls with yellow hoods shunned by the graceful good ,
call me back with their come to bed eyes .
and here I am ,
with ladies of wanton jewelled hair .
For now the Tudor warehouses of
Commerce swell what was once forgotten.
Matchsticks piled one on another ,
and look at them all too full of pride ,
to stupid to see .
Women with weasels in their hair ,
So elegant and fair ,
for the ladies in their yellow hoods say “ beware “
Now the suns rays that lie low ,
a ball of red ,
were quiet embers burnt and flowed ,
Only to find that ,
her Queen awaited
the suns rays of majestic glory ,
as if all of England looked to its shores .
her Golden Hind .
Monsters of the deep ,
Dragons ,
Serpents. ,
Demons from hell itself ,
yet
the evil seas could not swollow this ship ,
or return it’s bounty to whence it came ,
and the women with the yellow hoods hid their faces in shame .
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
I love my ladies in all kinds
But **** why must cougars blow my mind
I done seen alot of hot young girls and boy there fine
But as im looking at this cougar i rather have mine
Shoot i ll baptist myself in your water if that have me saved
A been a bad boy you can whip me till i behave
**** these cougar ladies is definrtly some to crave
And as a bonus you can use me as your personal *** slave
When im bad you can put it in my mouth
I mean force me till i swollow every bit
For my reward i get to **** but thats not it
As a women i know guys put you in alot of mess
So let my hands do all the talking they ll surely relive your stress
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
Sometimes when i feel so weak
and i just think
"One more drink"
I look up into the mirror right when i take a swollow
and i see my mama
I see her crying for me and my lost soul
but what can i do?
Stopping isnt an option
It hurts to much to be sober
I just want that amber liquid
Running down my throat
The slow burn of all my
Worries melting away
Untill there is nothing left
The bottle empty and my heart cold
I pass out in my bed
With my pills by my side
Waiting to acompany my screaming headache
In the morning
But at least a hangover
Is the only problem i have to face
When im drunk.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 11:34 AM UTC
Every word,
And evey smile,
Laughing and joy,
Let's stay for a while.
Sharing secrets.
And from the start.
You had a piece of me,
A piece of my heart.
I was there for you.
A shoulder to cry on.
"Through thick and thin,"
An unbreakable bond.
But you forgot,
What we had.
For someone else,
it makes me sad.
He means more to you.
A change of perception.
I dont want to hurt you.
Im now competition.
But
i dont want to compete.
But
You don't need to me to feel complete.
I thought you did,
But now I realize,
Your true intensions.
So was it all lies?
Was that "bond"
Really there?
All my pain and suffering,
You didn't care?
You
You tell me your selfish.
But I say your more.
And you still tear me down,
Until i hit the floor.
You cant breathe,
If he loves anybody.
And you cant bare,
If that person is me.
I just want,
My friend back.
When did,
Your heart turn black?
Mine never did,
And it never will.
I just want everyone happy,
But you can't swollow that pill.
I won't allow,
You to ruin.
All we have.
We don't have to end.
You don't benefit,
From seeing me smile.
But i want whats best for you,
Please stay a while.
A friendship and a relationship.
Are completely separate.
How could just drop everything,
Like you don't give a ****
I listened you.
I respected you,
I supported you,
I loved you as my own.
I held you at your weakest point,
When you trashed my throne.
And what do I receive?
What do I get in return?
A guilt trip,
And a lesson learned.
I don't want to accept,
Your insensitivity.
So just know,
No matter what.
I will purely love you,
From forever to infinity.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
I never could have guessed it,
that addiction would swollow me.
This rabbit hole I've fallen down,
is so **** dark now I can't see.
I want help.
I know that I do,
I make myself sick because,
addiction made them take my kids.
Yet still I sit alone,
getting high
all by myself.
Looking at my future,
now placed high upon a shelf.
I can no longer reach it,
it's getting higher up the wall.
Or maybe it isn't the shelf that moved,
perhaps its
I
that
began
to
fall?
This addiction keeps pulling me down,
I sink deeper every minute.
I wish I knew how to climb back out,
I wish I wasn't lost in it.
I wish I'd never started down,
the path that lead me here.
But who is it I would be now,
without the past 6 years?
Id be a different person.
Clean?
maybe or maybe not.
But the past 7 years have changed me,
I for sure have learned alot.
Nov 3, 2023
Nov 3, 2023 at 12:28 PM UTC
Briefly I catch a glimpse of your reality
The ripples of your self confessed desire
Shimmer on in my thoughts
Heaven only knows
Where your angels lie sleeping
Whilst your demons never seem to rest
A moment
Is all that is taken
A tear
For a worthy apponent
Who fell short
And who couldn't find the strength
Or will to carry on
Holding against my breast
The picture I took
You were laughing at some obscure
Remark made about life in general
Your outlook blinded by the ripples of circumstance
I loved you then
As I love you now
Yet I have lost that hollow emptiness
That threatened to swollow me whole
Peaceful summer evenings
Drinking rose
Remonising on lifes finer qualities
Under willow trees
That no longer weep your name
Seem to hold the dreams of lovers yet met,
Poems yet written and days not yet spent
Life is only good when we believe
So believe my friend
In dreams
In hope
In beautiful horizons laid bare
I will see you there maybe
In futures warm embrace
Amongst words
Within dreams
The essence of life holds me
Lifting me higher so that I May see reality
As never I saw it before
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
Low tide -
oysters scattered across
the sand that cacoons
our feet
black hot -
we are nothing more
than a forty a day
bad habit
dying -
smoke filled lungs
desperate to swollow
air -
when all there is,
is dust
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
Mixing metal shrapnel
With my ******* powder.
Reality; lost its handle.
Death; surrender Your power.
Listening to them
Is **** at gunpoint.
I only follow him,
The rest burns in my joint.
Pigs squeal for your green,
Or to join them in their stye.
Surrender to greed?
I'd rather die.
Ill swollow the hollowpoint
Rather than society's pill.
Burn the faces of the coined,
Resist the demons on the bill.
Fight with me.
Bleed with me.
Die with me.
Victory is ours,
No matter the outcome.
Monsters by the hour,
This is what we've become.
March Forth.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
He said :-
This love's a place I cannot live
and the prison I can't escape,
for my love you freely sacrificed
and my dreams you nightly ****
You are the pillow on my face
you are the needle in my arm,
you are the bullet in the brain
and the pills within my palm.
But I could never hate you babe
I could truly ner' be free,
for you are the rhyme and rythmn
that flows inside of me.
So I am holding on and digging in
holding you and holding ground,
for I know you feel the same way babe
at having me around.
So plump the pillow roll my sleeve
aim straight and swollow hard,
and when we play the hand we're dealt
I will be your joker card.
So holding on to promises
holding ground whilst holding you,
I will take life's slings and arrows
and see this sentence through.
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 8:06 AM UTC
Suffocated by agony, dazed with confusion
Stuck in reality, that I'd druther be an illusion
Skinned alive, right straight down to raw emotion
Not a save harbor to be found, on my life's raging ocean
A living oxymoron, I'm raw to the touch but inside hollow
How much more will I be forced to swollow
I must be looking mighty strong
See the universe, keep piling it on
Can't anybody at all tell
Still in the middle of my living hell
Birds tweeting like nothings wrong
Mocking me with their sweet song
How much longer will I stand in front of life's curtain
Knowing only pain and sorrow are for certain
Drowning in the deepest darkest grief
Innocence, love, joy, and sanity, stolen by the thief
How much longer will it be till that final decision
Before it's made, that final incision
I must be looking mighty strong
See the universe, keep piling it on
Can't anybody at all tell
Still in the middle of my living hell
Birds tweeting like nothings wrong
Mocking me with their sweet song
Only a shadow of what I could of been
Being made to atone for mine and other's sin
I've tasted on my lips everything that could mar
Inside and out I wear the battle scars
Should I step behind the final veil
Slice myself out if this prison cell
©Pauline Russell
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
Forever wasn't a lie,
it just all fell apart.
I tried to mend the scars,
left on your broke heart.
But you pushed me far,
and you pushed me away.
Wouldn't let me express,
words I needed to say.
Whenever I asked,
you would say "Not now".
I want this to be fixed,
some way, some how.
If you would only listen,
to the words I need to say.
If you would come with me,
after work some day.
Walk down by the water,
yell if we need to.
Get it all out together,
even if I hate you.
By the end we have said,
all that needs to be said.
Everything will be out in the open,
everything will be meant.
I'm just tired of playing games,
running on a rollercoaster of lies.
I don't want you to leave,
to say a final goodbye.
I told you I would take,
if friendship was all you had.
But one minute it was okay,
the next you were mad.
I want the whole truth,
no more stone cold lies.
I want our friendship adn honesty,
no more awful goodbyes.
Because this isn't right,
and you can't just leave.
We're in this together,
you and me.
You've always been there,
my very best friend.
I won't walk away,
this can not be the end.
So swollow our prides,
let's sit down and talk.
Face to face for once,
by the water on a dock.
The only way to solve,
all that has been done.
The only way to win,
a battle that isn't won.
It will never be fixed,
by just walking away.
Time heals all wounds?
Well honey, not today.
We need to hear,
words left unsaid.
The truth behind it all,
everything that was meant.
Every last truth,
no more lies.
Without pushing away,
no more goodbyes.
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 8:19 AM UTC
Words I can't say out loud.
Sometimes I'm over come by the urge to swollow a bottle of pills
I won't, but I want to.
I really, really like ***
but I can't have it as much as I want,
for fear of being labled a ****
I regret most of my decisions,
but I will never tell a soul.
I Don't want to!
Okay.
That's cool too.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
You hurt and numb me at the same time.
My soul is becoming lifeless.
My eyes feel like they're bleeding.
My heart feels more alive when it skips a couple beats.
I like the feeling of feeling hungry.
I would rather feel the pain of an empty stomach.
My mouth is dry.
My body never sleeps .
I can't feel my face.
My tongue is swollen with bite marks.
My jaw won't stop locking.
My throat is so soar that I can barely swollow.
But you never seem to let me down.
Deep inside my head I am jumping off the tallest mountian and nobody knows.
But you're here to help. Right?
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
INCURABLE LOVE
And i thought my love for
you was contagious...
that the desire that sickened my veins
would infect your bloodstream to puncture your heart...
that the virus that suffocates my lungs-punctured by intoxicated oxygen-
would absorb into every particle that you swollow
into your cavities
holding captive my breath to kiss your lungs
and poison your bones in an elixir of
infectious passion,
intense admiration,
and--.
i am sick
as every cell craves you and aches for your love
so that love is a disease consuming my essence in decay, and rot, and soil
as only the return of such an overwhelming emotion
-oh my physical weakness-
could give cure...
CURE ME!
to suffer is to die in this aliment for i am weak and vulnerable to this epidemic!
please touch me and ease my breaking bones by tracing every wrinkle and line on my skin!
Please kiss me and ease my fractured lips by filling the cracked muscle with your wet tongue to remind me of a taste better than the medicine staining my throat!
Please look at me so as my pupils may dialate in my love for you beneath the sickened lids that blink back acid tears!
CURE ME!
CURE ME!
And in turn i will spread incurable love
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
There are girls that i love trying to scrape their lives together and swollow their words to hide how bad they hurt
The girls who are drawn tight like an arrow ready to leave at a moment's notice so they don't get left again
The girls that got left behind so many times that they want to do the leaving this time
These girls have bruised hearts and dark minds
But i love them and i hope they stay because i Don't know what would happen if i got left.
I try to calm and sooth but it doesn't seem to work
But they have other people helping and they seem to help better
I'm not enough
So they get better people to help
At least their helped
I just hope they'll stay
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
*god, if only the english could un-numb their R, and return to the rattle-snake trill... what wonders could be born... every time i hear an english person pronounce the R... i think they're about to swollow their tongue, as if rolling it backwards to numb the R... yes... swollow... swo-swo... only cockneys of east london say swa-swa swansey... ***** deep in essex you: ooh... ah, eric cantona... swollow, akin to saying the word: slow... rather than slough (berkshire, burp-shy-err)... **** me english is fun, it's like owning a g.i. jone action finger, and still playing with it aged 34... compared to all other languages (notably the european ones), english is like play-dough... you can **** with it so much that you can almost forget being bilingual; and no, whatever the upper-crass tell you... trilling an R is not a posh thing... it's talk of the 2nd serprent in the garden... the rattlesnake who warns you, rather than tempts you to try and eat from the tree he's wrapped around.*
two words that spring to mind,
out of the blue;
words that sound better in a native tongue
than in an acquired tongue
of saxon descent
mingled with norman -
the words?
military instruments -
(a) originally maczuga
but with my diacritical stressors:
máczūga...
i give it a rest there making
the foreign word sound better,
after all, we have alternatives:
cudgel, truncheon, cosh, nightstick
& bludgeon...
still... the m'ah-choo-g'ah (ga-ga)...
i don't know... but i know what sounds
better in
(b) topór (acute o? t'oh-poor),
meaning? axe... now tell me the foreign
word sound more grave
than the native word?
the (a) argument
has worthy counterparts, but (b)?
tell me you wouldn't feel a shiver
hearing topór,
when otherwise hearing axe?
p.s.
the same with the word
for hammer -
i.e. młot (mmm-what?) -
of **** me, the tool has a baby,
the belittled henryk młotek miodowicz
(henry - little hammer - honkeysuckling).
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC
I feel my heart slowly crumbling
Does it still beat or does that fail too?
Has the warmth it once held finally turned as cold as my being?
Has it finally given up on my like everything elsein life?
Down, I feel my mind tumbling
Words fall upon my ears as it breaks
"You never meant anything to me"
"You have always just been a pawn in my game"
The world is falling in on me
I wonder
Should I stay?
Or should i go?
The answer, nobody seems to know
I feel the bruises you left on my soul
Did you know you caused the scars across my wrist?
The bruises spread out over my swollen fist?
Of course you do, and you are so proud.
Now the pills I will swollow down
Before I go, I'll sit here and write
Desperately, my tears I will hide
Clawing at the surface, while inside I die
And slowly fall asleep as my eyes try not to cry
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC
What the heck am I suppose to do if I can already see they have closed their minds. Its not their fault.
I can see how and why too, broken hearts from hopeless narcs...
They say remedy comes from inside I say please dont swollow your pride, take a look around, arrogance is what push us aside,
So kneel down to the being who's with you when you're griefing because only they know the pain you must be in. Pardon my preaching,
I aint trying to hurt your feelings because I know that you rather be in your room hanging from the cieling with a noose around your neck
but understand you must change what you believe in It's all part of the healing process.
Life is what you make of it and I chose to follow the prophets.
Living free I dont want to make any profits because proof shows the poor people are the best ones walking so stop all the **** talking, blessed enough to not think much of it but thats just one of my problems.
I'm scared of the darkness, overcoming my fear is progress so I face my nigtmares by embracing knowledge but still ask for Gods help because the heartless leaves me thoughtless.
They never ask why they just stick to their jobs, and trying to come up with solutions for non existing problems It's nonsense.
Now lets just be honest, the alpha and omega is just ticking the clocks, yes? So ofcourse Jesus (pbuh) will walk the earth at the days of apocalypse.
Astaghfirullah.
Take it as promise but dont knock on my door for more Im just repeating what God said.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
I'm sick of being tired,
Tired of being sick.
I create this negative atmosphere,
The air is polluting and thick.
I can't help but see the negatives,
In everything I seem to contact,
Relationships, friendships,
Its like their only here under contract.
I feel like no one wants me,
To be around, even for a chat,
"Get the f**k away from me,
You ugly, hairy, fat, tw*t"
I know its all in my head,
But reality distorts in there,
I know people love me,
And people truly care.
But the wave of darkness,
Surrounds my skull,
I'm scared I'm loosing this battle,
The void might swollow me whole.
I try to be the light,
That makes people smile,
But I'm hidden behind this light,
I've been hiding for quite a while.
The face is a broken image,
But broken on the inside,
I don't want people to see this,
Thats why I hide.
Please, if you know me,
Just talk as if we're fine,
Ignore any insecurities,
They're not yours to deal with, they're mine.
Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 3:49 AM UTC
She said "Hey you" with so much syrup. It hit me and slid down my arm like thick cold putty. My tongue felt spent and numb like i'd burned it or something. How do I respond to that? She speaks like a low note, like shes humming. Like the dial tone of someone who could actually feel sorry.
God, i'd cut those words into my flesh if I still had that kind of anger left. I want to make a raging claim. Instead I just wear her same condescending tone like its an oversized coat. Choke those raw words out of my throat...
I say, "Hey there!",
Chipper as ever, and swollow hard like it doesn't taste bitter.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
There once was a boy,
Who fell in love with a girl
An incredble story
Inspiration for all
But you never can tell
What is hiding beneath
Inside each fairytale
A dark truth underneath
So the boy had his deamons
From life lived long ago
He kept them as a secret
So the girl won't find more.
But as time passes by
And the secrets revealed
And their fairytale life
Seam to rumble downhill
In this darkest of times
Almost all hope is lost
This boy suddenly finds
A flame covered in dust
Worming up by the fire
Watching it be restored
Come alive with desire
To swollow the world
Thou unique and refreshing
This bond ran its cours
And with renewd ambition
The boy got on his horse
He came back to his home
Where the girl built their nest
Face to Face with their deamons
They woav a bond built to last.
And somewhere in the desert
The flame dances her dance
Glowing stronger then ever
Breathing in every breath
And althou far away
Never really appart
Since the flame and the boy
Share the same unique heart
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
Sleepless nights fills my desires to fight this Demented life of battles .
swords with Kryptonite. Ashes to shadows. Every direction I look theirs someone to dismantle.
Dragon spitting flames. Hot enough to Melt the rains.A roar that leaves your bones rattled. Darkness over towers those who falls limitless to power or who opposed the handle . It's the last flicker of a candle as the hour lingers helplessly on. Every right is misplaced by wrong. Distorted Visions, All time Heights of superstitions. Mentally intense missions. To over come these dimensions Is to over come the decisions. So every choice matters when life seems to get devoured. Never turn your back and coward . The sun grows brighter as your strength grows mighter. . All the time u spend Sins after sins adds up in the end. Your visions goes blurry before it clears again. Your foes scary as the tears blows away in the Wind.
For those who criticize. Solidify the situation by intercepting pure determination. Tune the station trough meditation. see the light at end of the tunal
Just before the iritation stettles your rust turns into medal. Incapacitated toughts rips through the knots. Got to focus before the brain dies and rots. Don't roll the dice. Pay the price. For its a low cost to gain the lost. Turning sorrows into delights. The roads we take to control the stakes will leave you emotionally awake. If your tomb stone could speak you as well wouldn't sleep. No need to be discrete. Fill the nights skys with screams. Terrifying the weak. Warnings of the horror that creeps through the sheets. All the pain that follows makes it hard to swollow. Need coals to carry on. Need souls to barrow.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC