"toungue" poems
Twelve hours to focus
And redefine one's abilities
To chew one's toungue and cheek
To bounce one's knee
There will be no sleeping
Because sleep has become obsolete
An outdated human ritual
Just begging to be cleansed
Twelve hours to come down
To rediscover one's limitations
To nurse one's swollen tounge and cheek
And to rest one's aching body
There will be no sleeping
Because sleep is never an option
An incessant dream
Just begging to begin
Apr 29, 2010
Apr 29, 2010 at 12:16 AM UTC
the world sits on the wing of a dove
being swallowed whole by a fiery goddess
descended from heaven on a chariot of ivy
i am incarcerated by shaking flesh and itching cloth
the road before me is giant and knows no bounds
the graveyard is warm and wet with spirits and dew
and red clouds are born from fire in the dawn
there is an intelligent horse being ridden by a snarling insect
and this man has come to claim our souls
our sunset blood burns boils blisters until a million animals wounded
i'm still alive, transfigure me into a creator
choke up my nostrils with the scent of your ***
invade my lungs with the burn of your god
caress my toungue with the infinite promise
enter my brain from above, and regurgitate your anxiety on me
slimy worms devour a psychadelic tomato laughing
into transendency, an eyeless eel has dissappeared into a pocket
i speak from balconies, from terrible heights, from hastened windowsills
in a million desperate quarrelling cities
this is where i **** up illusion, i give up to despondency
i ring the great iron bell that resounds with corruption, with hatred, with hideous *** and admiration,
i scream and cavort on rooftops alone with a black & blue midnight
covered in electric lights and gunpowder tongues
here comes the disintegration of my mind
disgraced by the eye of the earth and spat into
a realm of salivating light
i am swimming through digested heartbreak and melancholy livers
sickened by madness and homemade bombs and ******
the rainclouds carry a truckload of babies' hearts
and it's raining eyes over the city now
the cry of the mind escapes from waving mouths in impotence
as millions of bacteria invade the brain
may these lines be answered by the bird of the sun
by the worm at my ear
by the sight of my skeleton
by the stench of ***** in the air
by the dead gong shivering through midnight
by the bleeding eye of abandoned dreams
by the prophets in proclamation
by the god of all my sorrows
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:55 PM UTC
Hmm how to discribe
You
As I see you
Two faced.
You smile
And talk buddy buddy
To me
But behind me
You throw me in the dirt
It is people like you
That really get me angry
Why be one way to my face
And behind me another
Take a good look
And see the damage
Your forked toungue has done
For now
I dont want to
Even be your friend
For when I found you
Two faced
I realized
Friendship wasnt worth saving
So be two faced
And the world will see
How you really are
And who you are
Two faced.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 6:05 AM UTC
i.
Cap-a-pie
I loveth thee;
Mine own, mine self
Mine whole, mine queen.
ii.
Lashes and eyes
I loveth thee;
Mine home, mine help
Best friend, and dream.
iii.
Leg's and thighs
I loveth thee;
Mine girl, mine world
Mine living, breathing.
iv.
Spirit and mind
I loveth thee;
I giveth mineself,
To thee in sickness
Or wealth, in good
Times or bad health.
v.
Marry and sedate
Me in passionate
Meed; thou art
Mine want, thou
Art mine yearning,
Mine longing,
Mine need.
vi.
Cap-a-pie
Mine
Queen;
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
Russia?
will Russia spare?
will Russia spare some peace?
will Russia spare Ukraine some peace?
sorry: they are at the feast
of making Russia important and strong,
and, as some Ukrainians were wrong,
as some Ukrainians were bad
wanting to be free with the West,
Russia did its best
to take the Crimea to protect their "toungue",
and, as it appeared it was great fun
for Russians living there,
even if it wasn't fair!
and Russians opened a war against Ukraine,
as Russia's government was in pain,
that Europe would accept Ukraine,
that, be it snow or rain,
Ukrainians were sane,
so Russia got the mean aim
to ruin Ukraine
as Ukrainians wanted their language and independence,
and Russia was counting onto the dependence
to have the slaves in Ukraine,
thus, killing the soldiers, Russia wanted to tame
Ukraine
putting it in ruins and flames
to get the fame
of the framer,
while the West was talking and shaking hands
with the accompaniment of the bands.
Ivan Petryshyn
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
and YOU watched
me as i looked
so small
standing
under
the twinkling night
sky
catching shooting
stars on my
toungue,
wishing
that this
night
would
go on
forever
like the endless diamond
sky
that YOU
kissed
me under,
the moonlight
casting a faint
glow
on YOUR breathtaking
face
as YOU
promised
to love me
forever,
the same
moonlight
illuminating
a trail of
tears
sliding
down my
cheeks
as YOU
break
that promise,
break
my heart.
YOU
told me
YOU
would give me
a star
to wear
on my left
finger,
and that
i had a
smile brighter
and more beautiful
than
saturn's rings,
and now i
watch
YOU walk away,
leaving me
alone
under
our moon.
YOU told me
i was YOUR
everything,
and now
i am
merely
another star
in YOUR
ever expanding
galaxy.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Images captioned by darkness,
My eyes closed...
Invasive thoughts -
Somber mind,
Silhouette of those lips...
Your taste on my toungue -
Our love entangled,
Us; Together...
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
Blood
streaming down my face
I feel them
it touches my toungue
there's a mettalic taste
I wipe it off my cheek
the red is on my hands
I look around
no one's here
I feel the blood
flowing
now there's a salty taste
I know what it is from
it's from my liquid pain
fury
the turrents flowing out with the blood
they're mixed
my tears and blood
I reach my hands up
but I don't hide
I just wipe them off
but not completely
never completely
and I feel the mixture
I bring my hands in front of me
and mix the blood and tears
between my fingers
with two fingers
I make war stripes on my cheeks
I look ahead
at my battle ground
I stalk forward
an evil smile playing on my lips
I throw my head back
open my mouth
and let out a growl
that ended with a barking laugh
I look ahead
I keep going
out into the world
to show my scars
seen and unseen
I hold my head up
open the door
and walk out into the darkness
that unforgiving
untouchable
unseeing yet ever seeing
darkness
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
[Hook: Legacy]
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
[Verse 1: Legacy]
Imagine your face after our lips touch
One time it's cool for you to kiss your daddy
You say that your last couldn't make you bust
Well baby my love will make you trigger happy
Once you let it off it's gonna sound like
I'm a bring yo **** back and put it down like
I Know that I'm good I got that loud pipe
They hear it outside (baby don't that sound like... ***
Baby come hear I swear I'll slow it down
All you kno is weak and stroke
Well I'm wat you don't know about
We close I know I know ***** got you opened now
Into deep in that ************ hope he drownds
Started talkin **** like I couldn't hold it down
Baby came up broke I know **** sure dat ain't oprahs child
She love tha *** so much that she wrote her vows
This is my third strike I guess I'm goin down
[Hook: Legacy]
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
[Verse 2: Legacy]
I asked her for a rubber (I asked her for a rubber)
She said that she ain't got one (she said that she ain't got one)
I said I'll only do one pump then
**** it I ain't stoppin
She said that she can't *** no more
Can I catch my breath please? "I said yeah"
She dozed off then woke up to a wet dream
She told me stop it *****
I can't be around you bust when you touch it
And now I'm ****** when I think about you
She asked me how I do it? and I'm like "hell if I know"
My toungue just hunting gold your ***** El Dorado
And I'm enjoying it never ashamed
My head could stay under that blancket for days
You'll have to pull me away
Now her belly wasn't fakin'
She waz humble to my gift cause she said she couldn't take it
I don't kno why they act like prison is the worst place
As long as it's witchu I'll be missing every court date
[Hook: Legacy]
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
Lock me up throw away the key
I'll make sure I won't stop
If you make sure it's wet for me
You got me trapped for life
I'm probably gonna die in you
Prisoner inside I'm a prisoner inside you
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
be quiet and still
small and silent
and you will see
wonderous things
these were the sage
words of my grandfather
once a month,
we would go to
a grove in the woods
and learnt the art
of patient watching....
i remember the first time
i saw an echidna rustle by
and the slow movement
of a blue toungue lizard
moving with the sun...
rabbits and foxes
wallabies, a koala
backing down a tree
but the day that still
delights, is the day
as we sat still and quiet
butterfly's alighted
by the hundreds to
become a carpet
of pure flickering enchantment
and i knew this was life....
at it's finest....and most wonderous.....
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
**** it,
I'm done.
I can't take this **** anymore
someone is palying a trick on me
it's like the world was made
mean for the purpose of my own personal torture.
Too much suffering for one man,
surely this isn't just
my life was made to rust.
I am deceived by everyone,
those who speak the alien toungue
of hate, *** and pride
those who aren't alive.
I've been tourmented
I've been ******
False hope given then
driven back down to suffocate
in an abyss of black ink
as if to make me long the
smell of the deserved air.
To whatever is pulling those
strings.
On behalf of a simple mortal being
**** you .
Hard.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
it's the middle of
the afternoon
on one of those warm
winter days,
that hold the promise
of summer inthe brightness
of the sun..
and we three are at the park
having swung to the sky
on the swings, gone up and slid down the slippery dip
a dozen times
and made ourselves dizzy
on the merrygoround
we now sit quietly, watching
pelicans and ducks
icecream, soft serves melt
in hands and on toungue.
when we are down here
we will go down to the jetty
and throw our bread upon
the water for ducks and pelicans to squabble over
and then home to play
in the garden....
before dinner.......
there is a simplicity
to this.....yet it deserves
to be written... for it is too beautiful an afternoon
to be forgotten
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
My minds lost
I move to the bass
I fall against the empty bodies
They touch my skin
I smile
Laughter fills the cracks
These magic balloons
They have the power
They set me free
I hit whatever that is that they hand me
I feel these chemicals soak into my toungue
Everyone looks soo unreal
I wont stop
The music keeps playing
So I keep dancing
The melody flows
Through my bloodstream
Theyre all so happy
I'm underground
These are my people
The room is filled with technicolors
Nitrous oxide completes the air we breathe
We can't stop
I feel the soft lips of a random stranger
In this moment I know her more than the closest person to myself
I am unstoppable
I am insane
We clap
We fall
We close our eyes
I wake up
Safe and sound
My head resting softly against my pillow
The only thing to remember the magic
Glitter plastered to my forehead
My life.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
A man in his suffering bridaled by his toungue. A collection of thoughts that are reduced to a sum. With his fate at hand at the rolling of a thumb. His attempt at redemption is met to be shunned. He will forever be held by the passing of the moon and sun. He watches helplessly wanting to say so much but never does. He is his own prisoner. He want's to be but never does. He is the man who does not understand true love. He is the man that once was.
-RSC
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 11:36 PM UTC
Grading curves....
Wrongly ruptured neurological nerves.
Condemned by societal hate,
his fluctuating brain synapses tend to create
vicious, malicious and practitious acts
that gravitate to attack the faith
in every church enlisted in every homestead household.
Retaliation puts him in a chokehold.
A headlock, a leglock, a deadlock of the mind
consciousness revoked, the button is broke
vain attempts to find rewind.
Press Pause.
Bask in his murderous glory,
the bodies of the converted; epitome of gory.
Bloodshed because god is dead claimed Nietzche
He kills all his idols and struggles to think freely.
You see the doctors had his mind locked in a cage,
they built the bars since he was at an illiterate stage.
They taught him how to act, then how to think,
a mindless drone choked cause they revoked the power to speak-
toungue in cheek, they'll chop off your arm just to make sure
nothing's hiding up the sleeve
and questioning authority's their biggest pet peeve.
But enough is enough...I CHOOSE WHAT TO BELIEVE...
Drop my textbook, throw my desk, and through those
guidance doors I leave.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
There was once a girl
and her whispers were like sunshine
peeking through thick leaves
and her hair flowed down like water
rushing with the breeze
and she stood on your stoop
and she said she loved you
but you didn't hear
there was once a boy
and his smile warmed like sweet bread
steaming for the taste
and his words were rich like dark chocolate
twisting your toungue with pleasure
and he stood on his stoop
and he broke a heart
but she didn't hear
there was once a mother
and her ears were like the trees
always waiting to hear the tiniest rustling of leaves
and her hands were like stone
lined by honest strength, bearing no weakness
and she held this smallest hand
and said nothing's permanent
and that heart break can heal or twist
and silence sweet whispers
and slice long hair
but it was all up to the girl
there was once a brother
and his slaps hurt like ice
on soft baby skin
and his lessons burned
like scars from fires long past
and he taught the boy well
how to not feel it hurt anymore
and he brought the boy home
where mama wasn't there
and daddy didn't care
and the boy never learned
not like the girl
who grew up like the tree
proud, and wise, and strong
and whose cares washed away like spring rain
and whose lessons stuck like thick sap
not like the boy
who grew up like a rock in a river
shrinking with every second
letting it all cut him down
and who couldn't handle it all
and who wore away from the world
much faster than the tree...
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 6:08 PM UTC
You were known as a man of few words,
Yet you spoke of a thousand advice,
You held in all the pain,
So no one can hear your cries.
It's never my intention to argue with you,
I grew up knowing more of the ill toungue,
Been taught to detest;debate and prove myself right,
Since I was very young.
I wasn't there most of the time,
But don't mistook me for seeking freedom,
Such are not within my wish,
All that was so you can be there with them.
You left-
My dream is now broken.
Its all for the love,
That I might never have shown.
In my prayers and our memories,
Is where you stay,
Because Goodbye,
Is something I could never say.
-HIY
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
All it took was a glance
And a single choice in time
A moment that would linger
An emerging paradigm
All it took was a taste
Reality crumbled at my feet
I had never known a drug
To be so bitter and so sweet
All it took was a touch
And I forgot my name
Words dissolved on my toungue
With only you to blame
You left a mark
Like a fossil in my soul
For I'm forever changed
Not broken, but not quite whole
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
Star Bright eyes
Looking up dreaming of the skies
Got her wondering what's beyond the threshold
She's got the stars in her eyes
and the universe in her head
Made her wonder why she bled
the first time the arrow of affection hit her
Don't mind her she's just hoping too hard
To make a difference in this world to realize this time
Daddy's never comming home
Sisters already full grown
now its time for her to come into her own
Like the first time she felt hate first hand
Still trying to find her home away from home
outcast since they threw the first stone
she'll never show it though, she'll never shed a tear
rather bite her toungue untill it bleeds than to show her fear
She's used to it, she's beat up and she hides it well
maybe she's just lost and confused
won't take what the world tried to feed her, she refused
keep walking mile after mile
even if it kills her she won't stop
She'll keep going until she drops.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 9:35 PM UTC
old friends gather
tied together
by lines of
silver silk
memory
threaded from
heart to heart
embedded in thought
and action
actor trained
like the rhythm
of drumming fingers
on raked stage
toungue twisted greetings
bring saltwater to eyes
searching for the mentor
a congregation of etudes
belies, the sadness,
laughter hides the absence
shared memory,
memories shared
bring life into focus
years pass by
but still, the silk threads
play the heartstrings
and still we raise our
eyes in ritual goodbyes
and hug each other closer
til the next gathering
old friends remembering
the good times
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
post haste
ad hoc
ad infinitem
off we go
don't you know
a taste of
high waisted
words
a just and
spectacular
flow
perhap not
nobody
really knows
fire works
sparks and blows
of letters
settin your
world aglow
may even be some
vernacular
on show
word spar
no, no
just emptying
the brain's
word jar
in one
ridiculous
go
blatherskite
wowsers
braggadicio
thats right
words of
nonsense
might
break out
fake out
make out
to be
smarter
than they
truly are
spay my
toungue
and leash
my brain
before
i reign
in origami
crown
and
threadbare
poet's cloak
rockin rolling
ruling
seesaw slow
ride to
insecurity
teetering
on a throne
of mispronounciation
and bleghhgity blah rime
mine
no one elses
you all primed
check my byblow
what do ya know
abnegation
eschewal
abjuration
palinode
retraction
of recantation
no retaliation
just words
in a quick
an flirty show
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
im lost and comfused. i dont know what to say i dont know whats wrong inside me. Questions and fears repeating on my mind like a dejavu. Regrets and agony in my chest and burned inside like a ritual crest. Lies with a sharp toungue but with a heart filled with stitches and cuts. Telling a girl lies saying its love but truly i just see it as lust. Why do i play this game if my heart belongs to one? You cant replace a girl you gave your heart to . But its harder to forgive yourself knowing because of you. You lost the woman of your life all because you dint know how to say no and wasent selfish for your own. There aint a day i dont think about you. There aint a time where i just lay down and remember every little thing about you. All i can truly say is someday. I hope you can forgive me.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Pretty Liar, oh
my daughter-maid
who cannot bring herself to rage.
Carved from a river stone,
she was sketched and carved
to flesh and bone.
A viscious toungue of sea-bed viper
clamps to ankles of dead-like surviors.
How cruel these final moist moments are..
Not even allowing the ******
to shoot a glimpse
at the angel behind the bar
bringing them down from afar.
Nor to see the spots
of the velvet tiger
before their ears and nose
crushed, kiss together.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
i want to take you home
even just for a night
we can eat pizza i ordered
and you can have the last slice
we can watch a movie
but i won't follow the plot
i'll just be watching you
and every scene of your body
maybe we can kiss for a bit
and i'll do my very best
but i won't tell you
that i don't know where my toungue goes
how about we sleep together?
i'll try to make you happy
i'll just pretend
that i know what i'm doing
and in the morning
i'll compliment your eyes
and i hope my words aren't stale
like the pizza we had
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC