"tounged" poems
I dont know any cool pickup lines,
I stole them from TV
Hey baby do you have the time?
You just walked away from me
Im not cool or smooth
And I'm not slick
And I need to think of something quick
He didnt write for you, that punk rock love song,
He stole it from the Byrds
He just changed the chords
And never bothered to learn the words
But he's got you hooked
Your pulse
Is racing
You know that hes a traitor
He's a one-track trouble maker
And he's rotten company
But he's got you in his sights
You're going home with him tonight
Another loveless casualty
He keeps you coming back for more but now
Hes into someone new
He changed the locks on both my doors
So I guess that means we're through
But baby dont go,
He isn't home
And I'm waiting
I know that he's a traitor
A true master debater
Such sincere insincerity
Without hesitation
Standing in ovation to
Your perfect symmetry
We'd take it slow
But we both know
He's waiting
You know that hes a traitor
Silver tounged negotiator
And he's plotting mutiny
You dont know him quite like I do
Once he's had his way, he'll leave you
To a taxi company
And he's immune to my handy remedy,
Just come inside, he asks persuadingly
But you, you're thinking of me
Just spend the night
We'll work it out
Tomorrow
You know that hes a traitor
He's a one-track trouble maker
And he's rotten company
But he's got you in his sights
You're going home with him tonight
Another loveless casualty
That little ******* part of me
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Swaggering daggers swaddling swatches
Winning spinning machine-like linnens
Having stabbing grabbing suits
Never ever silver-tounged seluths
On a journey? go to Deluth
Stop at Denny's, sit in a booth
Order a super bird, hot and delicious
Into my belly, full and malicious
Leave in a hurry, stand up then scurry
Back to the car but don't go far
Light up a spliff and head for the cliff
Jump just in time, land on a dime
Goodbye to my auto, is my new motto
Can't get back home, at least till tomorrow
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
Such beautiful words to bring you pleasure
He lives in my five minutes of thought
Silver snaked-tounged charmer
Claws, and jaws, and teeth, and all
A hungry hellion disguised outrightly
As a love, a father, a friend
Your standing on the ledge
He wants you to jump
Into a void
Into the mouth of darkness
He wants your flesh
He wants to eat
He wants your death
And he'll call it a beautiful life
He still is speaking
And his words are mixed and missed and often remiss
He's going to speak
Still
Listen to me
I'm only here because you need me to be
He's only there because he needs you
There's only one voice speaking truth
Step off that ledge
Fall into a lovers arms
And be safe
Yes there are demons
Who give every inch of might
To try to reach you
Still
I will keep you
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
You silver tounged devil
You know just exactly what to say.
Your lies are high. Way above my level.
Infinite is the number I counted
Where I found myself in the shallow puddles of your lies
It was there. Thats where i nearly drowned. Because back then I knew not and on my heart it is now mounted.
I suppose I should say where my heart used to be. It's lost somewhere between hither and yon. It is now the shriveled branch of a leafless dying tree. Your spell is now invalid for I torched your wand.
The first step is to search.
The first step is to find.
Looking for my heart because I know its worth.
Man oh Man...this will take some time.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
Wings shimmering in the moonlight,
Superlunary in appearance but all too average in actuality.
The sparkling visage of an angel, deceitful.
Blood trickling through the cracks of the floor, the source hidden.
You can't lose your perceived innocence, if they see you any other way your not so angelic.
To be seen as devilish is like death to you.
No longer would your wings glimmer, no longer would you be as otherwordly,
But sharp tounged and fiery, and burning with rage.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC