"throating" poems
the niggly nasty narcissist
who keeps you off the road insists- to stay in all your thoughts he sits and strips your magical mind to bits with all his games and all his grifts a punch a preach consider the junk he's ********* sift, mist or haze
send him away
cause your wisdom yo its better than this,
so think - the ways to rip this spit
im a free man now
peel the author away from this
blow your mind !
just to see the way that i can outline this
and keep myself a verse afar from all your ****
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 12:56 PM UTC
Nobody chooses a bottle willingly. A pill or a loaded gun, in the end it's all the same.
We're waiting, still, hiding. In our holiest of places:
The kitchen and the office. A quiet sideways-slide into the last available stall in a casino washroom. The seat is still warm.
Teachers don't tell kids that drugs are bad. They told us that we were the evil ones for deep-throating a bottle of ***** every Friday.
They didn't know what we had to go home to.
Cancer sounded better than living past 20, and that's the thing that they'll never comprehend:
There's always a reason underneath overdose.
The only time a drug is bad is when you can't afford it, and you're sitting alone in a fetal position crying in need for a chemical bliss that you've caressed over and over; a blanket covering memories. Feelings. Emotions.
The only time a drug is bad is when you're too **** poor to grab anything better than a box of Benadryl and a dimebag of shake.
The only time a drug is bad is when you're anything but rich an' white and pretty, because then you're not addicted, you're having fun with the price of 1,000 a week at an all-inclusive rehab resort.
Drugs don't discriminate, but people sure as Hell do.
There's always a reason underneath overdose.
There's always a reason underneath.
There's always a reason.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
Is there one word that holds the power?
The breath created by humble lungs
The frequency resonating a once unheard ********* thrum
And cunningly shaped by a Loquacious tongue
To awaken the minds of the sleepers
Or is it emotion soothed by an ancient vibe
Of Universal Love
But what is Love?
Like a tender mother’s hug Found in the eye of your first friend
Before gazes averted strangers
And embraced the world by steady trust within
Separate tables pushed together
Greetings warm with heartfelt laughter
Everyone singing their own song
As a global chorus comes
On like a rushing blast of heat from the opened oven of love
Forward like the sea foam after the rip tide fades
Onward like the feathered wind, invisible
Yet its presence manifest in ethereal ways
The crescendo of 7 billion voices strong
The thumps of our brothers’ hearts beat out a mighty tune
Pounding the drum of a once deafened ear
The fiddlers from the forest meadow and the rushing of the leaves
Reminding us of our nature
As Oxygen consumers
And carbon dioxide providers
Have you heard the killing of trees?
No, but its seems to be all the Rage
Everywhere I go, seeing tree stumps line the way
Yet green grows evermore
Our living spirit chooses life
Because of darkness
The Light must shine
If I am You and You are Me and no one gets lost in-between
the cracks and the gaps of the sidewalks separated by all too distant train tracks
and the windows of the restaurant protecting the paying customer from the reality of the man
on the street corner
surviving the long night of the soul
Urban deserts, Moniless pits
Filled with human suffering
but human all the same
we are One
God
Different faces
Different Eyes
Different names
Wandering the Earth
Waiting to be saved
Or for those on top
maybe just judgment day
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
I deep throated
a rosary once,
so
I could feel
closer to
God.
After that,
I went
to his
"friends" house
for
Sunday Morning Mass
&
I went up in-flames.
Uhhhh
I
Guess
I'm just
the
anti-christ
super-star?
No.
I'm just
a
Black haired
Bandit.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 6:41 PM UTC
she chokes on gun powder
and then she wonders why
her heart hurts and her
throat burns? Was it fun
deep ********* the gun
when the bullets were too
silver for your animalistic heart?
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
On Drugs
Stop, drop and roll,
stripper dancing on a pole,
missing the toilet bowl,
having no self-control.
Drinking morning coffee,
inside hotel lobby,
seconds that are sloppy,
that's my favorite hobby.
Being super drunk,
more than a skunk,
***** has shrunk,
****** rock is called punk.
Smoking last cigarette,
withdrawal is a threat,
I still prefer a cassette,
will always be in debt.
Eating eggs with some ham,
with my good friend Sam,
will never eat a yam,
but will snort a gram.
This is a big mistake,
putting **** in my cake,
on your head is a snake,
it's time for a break.
Can't stop the giggle,
deep ********* a pickle,
boy it sure does tickle,
mystery wrapped in a riddle.
Shot ****** in the park,
dozing off in the dark,
my arm has a giant mark,
needle bites like a shark.
Smoked me some killer crack,
teeth rotting and turning black,
I cut myself no slack,
smoked **** and had a heart attack.
Now I'm as dead as a door nail,
my parents, I sure did fail,
can you believe I graduated Yale,
death sure does beats jail.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
Words of my heart were left unspoken
Fears abide collision of what and why's
Though I had much pain still unforgiven
Keeping my cosmos fight to your abyss
Life is rather an illusion of war
An persisting pain of cut-throating scar
Blandishing words loose were not enough to hear
As how life after love left with fear
Agony of reminiscing past times
Such no remedy
Even a poets structure of rhymes
Not all likely
I'm just stuck in reverse.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
***** seedy
filthy, greedy
text me honey when you have the time.
modern day society
money grabbing
soul destoying
materialistic *****
trample on the poor
selfie loving
deep *********
gossip on her news feed
swallow it up whole
Modern day Society
pain is pleasure
hidden faces
incognito
just who the **** are you
plastic people
have no meaning
Just another Sheeple
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
remind me of the way it tastes on your lips
of the way the smoke is coy with you, holds itself around your mouth
for a lackadaisical second, the way you appear in shades
under the moonlight; is patient; is occurring slowly to my eyes
the smoke holds, breathes on its own accord
the lapse of lilac scent far removed from last summer in
the northern woods, teeming with a softness even in the ********* chirp of birds nestled on birch
now it is gravel; it is jarring; it is the way you hesitate like cigarette smoke;
caught between leaving too quick or never leaving at all
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
The only people I find interesting are those who strip me of my sanity
My morals, my judgments
Vanished in their presence
They cut against the grain
Sudden curiosity transpires into adventure
Amidst such uncertainty sheds clarity-
The clarification that nothing really makes sense anyways
Answers do not have to be given
But questions must be answered
Take your time,
Speak of the theory of reincarnation while deep ********* a ****
Hike 1,000 miles
Do what your soul desires
Because these people, these are "The crazy ones"
And they're worth listening to.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
You pick me up
And we're on the run
Adrenaline pumping
Scooting up against you
Whispering in your ear
Faster
Sliding my hand down your thigh
Pressing down
Needle in the red
The engine is screaming
And so is the bulge in your pants
I strip off my shirt
Unleashing you from your commando pants
And begin to give you head
Tightening your grip on the wheel
******* and deep *********
You are getting close
Hoping you don't close your eyes
spewing your seed
I feel you swerve
My Hand grasps your thigh
You ******
begin to *** again
******* you clean
Harley laughs
And Joker flips off
the cops
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC