"toung" poems
White
Coming down in soft flakes,
Melting on my toung
Beautiful for such a short time.
Floating down blissfully
Waiting to land,
Landing,
Softly being crushed under my boots.
As I walk up the hill to go sledding.
As I zip down the hill,
Snow getting in my eyes,
My cheeks red and burning,
Being cut by a million tiny knifes.
Going over a jump and,
"catching air"
The wind is knocked out of me as I land
Reaching the bottom,
Disipointment at how short the ride is.
Going inside to sit on the couch eating popcorn and drinking cocoa.
Watching to snow flutter down out side.
Thinking about what it is like,
To be a snowflake.
To be created high uo in the clouds,
A beautiful piece of ice crystle.
To small to be marveled at
Only to float blissfully to the ground,
To be crumpled up by a boot.
On its way up a hill to sled.
To be flattend by a sled,
As it zooms down the hill,
Hitting a bump and flying into the air,
To flatten may more of us.
What would it be like to be a snow flake?
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 7:27 PM UTC
Fear
They say that fear's a bad thing
But I know some fear is good
It makes you change the way you think
From the way you usually would
It can make you run from danger
Or stop you in your tracks
Allow you to protect yourself
From what you know is bad
The fear that you will hurt someone
Is what makes you bite your toung
Knowing you can't take back the words
Once the damage has been done
You can fear the future or the past
And not allow your life to change
Or face your fear and understand
You choose the path you take
So the next time that you're feeling fear
Know it could be something good
Fear can be the best part of life
Once its understood
FEAR
Carl Joseph Roberts
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
They say to do this and that.
but you can't make me do it.
cuz i am my own person.
they lock us in a billing with only gray
for a color.
On every wall i see.
i fill like Im in a jell with the teacher
dwelling nonsince bull shiv in my head.
But it don't say my thoughts.
cuz i have my own opinion.
But i bite my toung.
I ask the teachers if the government
told them to teach this nonsins.
they say i have to know it.
i say i don't care to and any
ways you can't make me
cuz Im not a robot that you can just program.
Like you are.
And any ways you should know
that you can't make me.
cuz i am my own person.
So stop trying to dwell my head full
of shiv.
to my teachers.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
Beads off sweat rolling down your face from the pleasure your getting makeing my heart race your skin smooth as silk rubbing against me screaming please baby please be mine the ecstasy the passion there is *** in the air as I start to RIP off your underwear kissing lower and lower until your grab the sheet you let out a moan it sounds so sweet you scratch my back as I go deeper in time the room starts to spin I look into your eyes and give you the cheeky grin I come in close to your ear whispering get ready my dear I grab your arms tie them to the bed and start kissing down your body not missing a bit as I get lower I look up to your eyes while kissing your inner thighs I'm in charge now baby remember you whisper yes sir as I start to use my toung it starts to stir you scream out my name as I get faster begging please let me ****** master I give you permisssion as you moan so loud
You make master very proud
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC
you sit there
to the right of my eye
dancing about like giddy fool
but when i look directly at you
you disaperate
to a world unknow
then i presume reading
and back you are
dancing again
almost taunting
i know that if try to take a glance
youll be gone back to your other world
still dance you are then
couriousity gets the best
i look you are gone again
then thoughts pour in
"am i going insane"
then the peives like voice say
"you all ready are"
see speck youve made voices apear
it annoys me so but as contineu to write
but this time dance
it seems as thought you feel my anoence
then just as i was about write that you felt for me and stoped
you are back and this time more jittery that ever
now i am almost shaking with rage
i thought you were nice
but now you are not
its almost as thought you remind me of someone i know
but yet i dont your descriptsion is on the tip of my toung but then it is not
just like your jitter dance
aha now i have it
you remind me of me
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 12:09 PM UTC
and darling i miss you
i just thought you should know
ive been lying to myself since the night i watched you go
i wish you were here
in replace of his arms at night
staring into his blue eyes
i imagne them as yours when i close mine tight.
i wish you knew me now
i wish it wasnt to late
i had my chance with you
but i cant change fate.
so ill carry on an empty converstaion
the entire time biting my toung
i cant let it slip that with you im still in love
and ill cling to your memories
while i sleep in his arms at night
for in my dreams im with you
in my dreams i got it right.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 7:02 PM 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
He sat on his chair
In his desk
In a place he called heel
She walked
In a place she hated
She bnamed hell
He sighed
Decided to take a break
And walked through hell towards heaven
She sighed
She was stressing
So she went for a walk to heaven
He sat on a chair
And loathed himself
He loved heaven but was still in hell
She walked into a room
With a man on a chair
She frowned for hell made it all worse
He silently wept
With no tears
He needed respite from hell
she teared
With no tears
She needed respite from hell
He looked into memory
But found nothing
His life was a series of hells
She looked into her mind
But found nothing
Her life was a series of hells
Where
He thought
in despair
Where
She thought
In despair
He looked up
About to scream
And saw her
She looked around
About to cry
And saw him
She was amazing
Beautiful
Captivating
He was amazing
Handsome
Captivating
She smiled
And he cried
Inwardly
He smiled
And she hoped
Inwardly
He looked upon his life
And finally
Took a chance
She looked upon her life
Almost cried
And took a chance
He stood up
Went to her
And said one syllable
She stared
As he walked up
And said one syllable
He despaired
For she didn't say anything
And turned
She grasped
His shoulder with desperation
And begged with her eyes
He turned
And smiled
A true smile
She smiled
A true smile
He caused it
He started a conversation
A conversation
Of a lifetime
She chatted
Without thinking
She just let her toung work
He hoped
Something he never did
Something he liked
She hoped
Not a false hope
A true hope
He left
With her number
And hope in his heart
She left
With hope and fear
Would he call her
He lay down
But didn't sleep
He thought
She lay down
But didn't sleep
She thought
He smiled
A true smile
A Happy smile
She smiled
A true smile
A Happy smile
He slept
Like never before
For he had never truly slept
She slept
Like never before
For she always dreamed
He woke up
And smiled
He had slept
She woke up
And smiled
She hadn't dreamed
He called her
And made something
Love
She answered
And felt something
Love
TRUE LOVE
SUCH AS NEVER FELT
YET IT WAS REAL FOR THEY FELT IT
AND FEELINGS ARE TO BE TRUSTED? ????
They laughed
They were not he cand she
They were they
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
She woke up from a nightmare
A strange Prince was toung tying his lips to her
She never wanted to be engaged
So she poisoned the king and killed everybody at her young age
When the poor Prince arrived to save her
She throws some gas and put him on fire!
She says "Prince are not my interest,"
"I just want to sleep and have a beauty rest"
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
Lights moves slowly at night. Brutal flashes of distance belongs to the daylight and the busy commoner.
In darkness all becomes soft and silent.
Wrapped in invicibility.
As the bus takes me trough space like catapillars on leaves, I catch myself wondering.
Whispering about who you are.
We look at ourselves trough magnifying glasses as if the essence of the world were to do the same.
A tool for us only, and the curiousity lingers...
we want to touch the imperfections we're not familiar with.
Blind we reach out for details that never hits the surface, and what insanity to think of diving into the cold!
Yet we never felt the temperature.
Expectations will overpower lust for most.
I travel alone in the dark, holding my own hand.
Impulses flow trough my body like the silent shock of bombs in the distance.
My mind is at cold war.
I want to touch and feel the bumpy road leaning towards my fear, and to taste the sweat of my dreams.
A toung caresses my mind so smoothly, as I yearn to figure out how words could ever touch me in such ways.
Am I warm, stranger?
You don't need eyes.
In melancholy and excitement I bade in hills of emotion, and for once, my mortal enemy, my weakness, I welcome you.
I smell your intentions carefully as I learn to know your presence.
Your hair is grey with the wisdom of shared pain, and your skin is soft like a newborn ready to live another life.
I don't need eyes either.
Only heart.
To fight nature is my nature, for on this earth I am a moon, and how was I ever to learn the ways of the one admiring my mystique?
As I would admire them.
No grass to softly hold me tonight, only cold windows.
But strangely I have also found comfort in the passing by.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
It's too loud
Too bright
Too much
Too many people
Too much noise
Please shut up
shut up
Shut your stinking mouths
Your lips moving
And blathering on
Spit flying
Toung working
Words spilling out like a leaking pipe
I don't care about your stupid problems
**Can't you ***** just shut up?**
Pounding head like a hammer slamming into a nail
Aching
Hurting
Sore throat
Like sandpaper on smooth stone
I had to stay quiet
I was talked over
No one heard me
No one would hear me if I screamed for help
Or if they did would they care?
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
You keep up the work, baby.
You're a real crowed pleaser.
Bite that toung, not that food.
And you can finally see it.
That face is thinner,
Those fingers overlap more.
You're on the right track, girl.
You a bad baby with a whirlwind storm.
Two years top,
Buy that couch.
Find that stranger and make it obvious.
A colorful accent,
Rosy cheeks,
Lopsided smile.
Let him feel those hipbones, sweet thang.
Do some ******* or ecstasy on that bone,
His choice because it is.
Bounce and you grind it, baby girl.
**** that neck and watch the sun rise.
Tell him. Demand him to listen.
"You see, I was never enough.
Never for the flash of cameras,
The holy trinity of delusion,
The fear of opening up.
I was a child, working for some kind of love."
And you smile because he's about to ******
"Life is about compromising for the one you love."
You hop off, yiu throw him to the gravel.
Dump that lighter fluid, sweet child.
You use your last bit of strength to lift it up.
Toss that **** over the cliff.
Flick the match to follow.
And you look up.
The sun is up.
The wetness on your face dries.
Fold up the childish things,
Compromise with the ones you love.
One of these days,
You'll be good enough to be engaged too.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
They're biting their toung, vividly picturing a perfect vision of themselves.
Crossing they're sweaty fingers,
While trying to hold still they're shaky hands.
We all want others perspective of ourselves to be someone were not.
We're not doing it to impress them.
But to prove to ourselves that if you want to be someone so bad you might actually turn into them.
(DM&C;)
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
I open the blind as eyes are wide open
When u blink u sink in my brink
I Seether around inside thy vacant dark mind
I ignite thy insides with my golden wand
My toung is gold my words are jewels
Decorate thy mind and decalciphy that first eye
We all serpents in God's clothing
Our shed skin is pure clay and dust with fine rocks.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
The toung is like a rudder on a ship
Yet so small, but powerfull.
Just the smallest change in direction
Could take miles of your life to recover.
Something so small can change the direction of your life.
It can also causes, harm, sorrow and destruction.
But it can also get you were you want to be.
It can take you to great places
But yet, could get you lost.
If you have to, sometimes, bite it.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
Yea the government is always talking **** on street soldiers,
**** they don't even know us.
When gang crimes are at there highest, available jobs are at there lowest.
Crime is the only way for some of us to make it day to day,
a criminal record and a toung spittin hate, at a continuous rate ain't no way to get government funds or paid by the state.
But what am I supposed to do during the mandatory minimum of 30 days for compensation.
am I supposed to do right by this nation? not steel to eat as my homies fall to there feet, Bein shot by police due to there desperation , persperation wettin there skin as they contemplatin robbin fools for just enough money for some food cuz we survivors and we willing to live even if it means we have to take it
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
From her words of temptation
With a toung like a sword
She can Peirce my eye's with a look or a word
She'll be living in my head
My life will be dead
I don't want to feel her pain
I beg for her mercy in the city of the ******
Did she mean to crucify me
But I did come to her
Is it any wonder
She drives me crazy
She fooled my life
The tears I bleed
Are tears for her love
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
"Lover boy", the unheard whisper across the pillow.
The beautiful grey eyes that draw you in
The silver toung to rival the devil himself
My lover boy
My Anarchist so clad in black
Let the world roll like water off a ducks back
My lover my angel my fae
Please stay till the break of day
Let me be awoken in your arms,
knowing that to you, there is no harm.
Please my lover boy.
Please my lover boy come back to bed
Least you fall and crack your head
Please my gorgeous angel you must understand
the responsibility falls not in your hands.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC