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"ummmm" poems
Umm, Ahhh ooooO Uh-Ohhh AaHhHhHhH YESssss, ummmm, whispering whimpers, longing cravings skin to skin Arms wrapped in braided tangles brown on light brown lips open Tongues dancing in & out, out & in thrusting hard, powerful masculine sweat mixed with lovely scents Rushing fast catching the beat, rhythmic pulsations tingling Dancing out slowly in again deeper anger pain hurting yearning, Heart beats  tuned as one cries rant the night fading fading floating higher, Nails digging in lines on lines as sweat & blood mingled Push pound more more & more Deeper harder filling up over flowing consuming lovers lust, Stop, pause Breath legs shaking eyes wide open stolen dreams realities fantasies Rays of morning light shine within dawns breaking Start over repeat , drifting fast to sleep Dewy kisses on eyelids forehead mouths & cheeks, Caressing bodies melt away Ummmmm Uhm oooOoo YyyeEesssss Ohhh AHHH Mmmmm, Lust felt Love(rs)! Always Me Ayeshah
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Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 6:12 PM UTC
Lust Felt Love!
Can any one please tell me why I feel like I was put on this earth to be treated any kind of way by people,friends,family, and boyfriends in a (bad way) even doe I know God put me on this earth to do something great but do you know what I'm talking about or know how I feel? If not I'm glade you don't (it's not a great feeling) but this feeling and pain is killing me minute bye minute it's taking my breathe away, can you please tell why I feel like this please oh oh oh oh can you feel my pain? Ooooh yea I just want to run away but I don't know we're to but can you tell me how I still keep going, Still love, Still treat people right like how I want to be treated and Still tell them to keep going Even doe other people treated me wrong and they don't care about me or how I feel How do I do it? Cause I don't even know but I  got to shake it off and keep moving on no matter what even thru the pain and the hurt shake,shake,shake,shake it off i got to do what's best for me Why why why why? Ummmm please tell me my heart is crying out but no one even notices.
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
Feel Like This
If you just want to be love... Why dont you love me???? If you just want to be felt.... Why dont you hug me??? See wouldnt it be lovely.... If "ME" and "YOU" could be in a relationSHIP... And not me you her and him and them.... Cause that would be just a crowded Ship.... See I want our love to be big.... Gigantic.... But I dont want it to sink.... Ummmm.... Titantic.... So dont bring the ******** aboard.... Just bring your Love and your Trust And your pain if you must.... Me and you can heal together.... As we build together.... And What we build no one can destroy..... My momma always told me to watch out for those Helens of Troy... Cause the Beautiful ones in the end will only hurt you.... But momma Beauty's just a virtue.... And your beauty is so true.... You can be my honest mistake.... Cause if I'm wrong ill give you that chance... See I was lost at first glance... And Im in Love with your stance.... Your body speaking to me girl... And it's getting to me....
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Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 12:45 PM UTC
Relation"Ship"
it starts with one sometimes, no it does not stop, unfinished, then another is added, that is now two, colours or media background three takes some time and becomes four then five has some texture or a hint of glint, ummmm, six or is it the other way around, finally the focal point is placed, the same process, not just for show, but the mystery my friends, lies in the layers, (and in my prayers,) for the artist, life is a test, if you miss it, okay, or interpret it off and away, she will stand under. masks help her seem normal to the madding crowd, layers she has but is there how many, try to count till you can find who she is, so meek and so mild, created creative one of and not the only, God's child.
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
Layers
Taco Bell was the only thing I ate today thought it was going to be a good day but it turned out not so great, I've already got a lot of **** on my plate and now I got big fat weight to stomach and I'm just a skinny dude, my plates heavy enough, **** it I can barely eat half a meal when I try I'm at my limits, and I don't know if you can see it in my eye but I'm pretty close and it's just a feeling like I'll never be the same again I'll never be on top, I'll never be a president or anything important I just feel like a piece of **** and figured I'd record it in this empty house, just my **** and I'm kinda gunna miss it, but it's business to get my own mission I find myself wishing that I was more than a white kid at a sandwich shop with no schemes, or ideas, or dreams no revolutions on how to get my **** on the right track Feel's like I'm falling right back to the same conundrum, my old problems man I thought I stumped 'ummmm, thought moving out would solve 'em but it didn't really it even brought new problems like bills and money and I don't know if I can get it done cause I'm a dumby....
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
Transcription
Howdy mate, you got some time? I will buy you a drink, 90ml neat, if you be a lamb, old sports, and lend me your company prime. You see, I am dazed, awfully blazed, stunned to the core the things you will lore makes me want to tear this heart, and pull the strings apart. Don’t you judge so soon, for I have the calmness of the moon, but you know the whole story, how moon survives on star’s glory, and the cosmos has been rude, and I don’t mean to be a ***** For it gave me my sunshine so gorgeous, pristinely divine. But feels like entoiled by the fate, oh, how badly I hate this bafflement, I have conceived, unable to let go things I have perceived. Doesn’t that make a demon out of my soul unwilling to let go the stigmas and let love be my destiny, my gift and my goal. Wait, don’t leave, please stay the refill in on its way, Will you speak, if you wish, say words I am craving for, that will strangle my dilemma and all my pain will perish. ummmm… you are a colossal idiot….. yes, not to miss a whiner, so profound stuck in someone’s past, who is gonna make you feel warm, and hold you till the time unbound. I spit on your coffin, if you could ever afford one for doubting her sanctity, you pathetic hypocrite ***** Yes, the left behind in the past and there is so much to hide, in fact, she opened herself to you, coz she had her integrity intact. She could have had with you her way, and left you in utter dismay, but she chose not to sting coz that is not her thing. You don’t yet understand her, do you? Else, you won’t be in this lousy place in a tuxedo that you rented talking to a stranger, seeking solace. Don’t get cold feet, have some pride, Don’t you dare let her slide, coz I have a woman, to whom I surrendered and life has been one dreamy ride. Now, here she comes, cradled in her fur I am so sure about her, you too don’t be a blur. Do the right thing, I hope you will, the *** is gone and here comes the bill.
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
The Rant and the reply
Howdy mate, you got some time? I will buy you a drink, 90ml neat, if you be a lamb, old sports, and lend me your company prime. You see, I am dazed, awfully blazed, stunned to the core the things you will lore makes me want to tear this heart, and pull the strings apart. Don’t you judge so soon, for I have the calmness of the moon, but you know the whole story, how moon survives on star’s glory, and the cosmos has been rude, and I don’t mean to be a ***** For it gave me my sunshine so gorgeous, pristinely divine. But feels like entoiled by the fate, oh, how badly I hate this bafflement, I have conceived, unable to let go things I have perceived. Doesn’t that make a demon out of my soul unwilling to let go the stigmas and let love be my destiny, my gift and my goal. Wait, don’t leave, please stay the refill in on its way, Will you speak, if you wish, say words I am craving for, that will strangle my dilemma and all my pain will perish. ummmm… you are a colossal idiot….. yes, not to miss a whiner, so profound stuck in someone’s past, who is gonna make you feel warm, and hold you till the time unbound. I spit on your coffin, if you could ever afford one for doubting her sanctity, you pathetic hypocrite ***** Yes, the left behind in the past and there is so much to hide, in fact, she opened herself to you, coz she had her integrity intact. She could have had with you her way, and left you in utter dismay, but she chose not to sting coz that is not her thing. You don’t yet understand her, do you? Else, you won’t be in this lousy place in a tuxedo that you rented talking to a stranger, seeking solace. Don’t get cold feet, have some pride, Don’t you dare let her slide, coz I have a woman, to whom I surrendered and life has been one dreamy ride. Now, here she comes, cradled in her fur I am so sure about her, you too don’t be a blur. Do the right thing, I hope you will, the *** is gone and here comes the bill.
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I am YOURS The thought of you touching me make my skin crave.   I can no longer pretend that I don’t need you I need all of you every single cell My being craves for yours No man has ever had me OPEN Its not just *** between us   I have your soul   I have your heart   I have your being Your complete and total being I have you OPEN   This thing we have created has become more than I could ever have imagined Master is what you are ***** is what I am This feeling I am feeling has got me ummmm I can’t explain it, but I love it My body my soul I can’t live without you I don’t know what all of it meant its nothing like   The meaning I dreamt of it so much brighter so much clearer so much warmer   This has my mind open to possibilities beyond this realm   I am scared that I won’t be enough for your nature I need to be yours   I need to be yours I can’t with no other   I am yours
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
I AM YOURS
He is my three week summer He is the story I’ve never read He is in the whisper of my friends ear He is the question my sexuality still hasn’t answered He is the flush of roses rising from cheeks He is the new crush He is the story I just started He is the reassurance that it’s not just me He is the ummmm of the future He is the blossom of beginnings He is the text I have to answer He is the story I couldn’t finish He is the drone of conversation coming to an end He is the answer I never asked for He is the flowers given in Expecting something more
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Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 3:02 AM UTC
He bought me (flowers)
there are times in life when you just need to talk just wanna scream just gonna **** but that pain anger fury is reigned in whether you want to do it or not I find it funny how people will try to say that those who show their emotions through poetry are weak but they don't see it those who show their pain in writing they are not weak they are strong because they show it in the most true form the form that lasts forever the written word because the written word others will see and interpret in their own way there are many ways to see things whether those things are hidden in plain sight or being shown to the world intentionally another thing intentionally shown my words my emotions though if you look and look again you may find something that was hidden the first time around idk how to explain it but some are hidden to those who do not seek my pain my life my suffering and here i go about me when it is to be admitted we all hide something of ourselves but who but me would want to admit it who knows maybe one day noone will hide who they are heaven and hell knows i hide almost every day of my life i have demons in my soul DEMONS *how ****** up is this chick* why the hell are we here we're supposed to always be with her apparently **why should we, she's already ****** up enough on her own** i know that and you know that she probably does too 'i walk in on them' (yes, i know i am, i here you all the time you know) 'they stop and stare at me' so.... ummmm.... 'i sigh' (you guys can go...) 'they look at each other' oh... uhh... 'i turn and find a dark corner to myself and they dont follow' 'they walk away and i bring my knee's to my chest' 'i bend my head down and cry silently' (i'm alone now... though when haven't i been) idk what to do anymore there's pain inside me though there are other's in my life that i don't want to leave because when i go from all i'm not coming back there's always been pain inside me for a while there was voices but they deserted me i guess i'm to crazy even for the voices i wonder if they're like me never coming back 'cuase they already left what is left pain suffering hurt loss always loss oh well i say farewell BOWS
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
the going's on in my head
there are times in life when you just need to talk just wanna scream just gonna **** but that pain anger fury is reigned in whether you want to do it or not I find it funny how people will try to say that those who show their emotions through poetry are weak but they don't see it those who show their pain in writing they are not weak they are strong because they show it in the most true form the form that lasts forever the written word because the written word others will see and interpret in their own way there are many ways to see things whether those things are hidden in plain sight or being shown to the world intentionally another thing intentionally shown my words my emotions though if you look and look again you may find something that was hidden the first time around idk how to explain it but some are hidden to those who do not seek my pain my life my suffering and here i go about me when it is to be admitted we all hide something of ourselves but who but me would want to admit it who knows maybe one day noone will hide who they are heaven and hell knows i hide almost every day of my life i have demons in my soul DEMONS *how ****** up is this chick* why the hell are we here we're supposed to always be with her apparently **why should we, she's already ****** up enough on her own** i know that and you know that she probably does too 'i walk in on them' (yes, i know i am, i here you all the time you know) 'they stop and stare at me' so.... ummmm.... 'i sigh' (you guys can go...) 'they look at each other' oh... uhh... 'i turn and find a dark corner to myself and they dont follow' 'they walk away and i bring my knee's to my chest' 'i bend my head down and cry silently' (i'm alone now... though when haven't i been) idk what to do anymore there's pain inside me though there are other's in my life that i don't want to leave because when i go from all i'm not coming back there's always been pain inside me for a while there was voices but they deserted me i guess i'm to crazy even for the voices i wonder if they're like me never coming back 'cuase they already left what is left pain suffering hurt loss always loss oh well i say farewell BOWS
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I saw this snake with the biggest lump The lump was still moving She must have just swallowed whatever it was. I talked to the snake--because snakes talk— And was like, “hey what did you just eat?” She was like, “Ummmm, the most pure, white lamb you would have ever seen?” The snake kept talking so highly of this pure, white lamb, it was really, really weird. Like really weird. Like it’s a freakin lamb, not Beyonce… So I thought something ludicrous. Could this pure, white, lamb be talking through the skin of a snake? Is the snake a costume? Is it a disguise? Not realizing I was thinking out loud, the snake sunk her head. Intrigued, I asked, “Why hide? Why not just be you, like I’m me?” The snake was like, “Oh I’m sorry, are you Beyonce??” And I was like “giveuhhhhh, like I care?!” But I did care and that was effed up to say… Anyways, she said that she wants to live, so she has to be a snake. "It ***** to be used, and I’d rather not be eaten alive." I was like, "oh that’s cool." She was like, yeah it’s cool, until you've been here for so long that your real skin becomes one with your disguised skin …I wish I never thought out loud because now I feel depressed. So I walked away, with my head sunk. I felt guilty leaving the distressed animal. To make me feel better, I acted as if the snake was truly a snake who just ate a fine-ass lamb and was b.s.-ing me to bring me closer. Closer so that she can squeeze the light right out of me. I felt better the farther I walked away from her. And by the way, I am Beyonce, you *****
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Untitled
I saw this snake with the biggest lump The lump was still moving She must have just swallowed whatever it was. I talked to the snake--because snakes talk— And was like, “hey what did you just eat?” She was like, “Ummmm, the most pure, white lamb you would have ever seen?” The snake kept talking so highly of this pure, white lamb, it was really, really weird. Like really weird. Like it’s a freakin lamb, not Beyonce… So I thought something ludicrous. Could this pure, white, lamb be talking through the skin of a snake? Is the snake a costume? Is it a disguise? Not realizing I was thinking out loud, the snake sunk her head. Intrigued, I asked, “Why hide? Why not just be you, like I’m me?” The snake was like, “Oh I’m sorry, are you Beyonce??” And I was like “giveuhhhhh, like I care?!” But I did care and that was effed up to say… Anyways, she said that she wants to live, so she has to be a snake. "It ***** to be used, and I’d rather not be eaten alive." I was like, "oh that’s cool." She was like, yeah it’s cool, until you've been here for so long that your real skin becomes one with your disguised skin …I wish I never thought out loud because now I feel depressed. So I walked away, with my head sunk. I felt guilty leaving the distressed animal. To make me feel better, I acted as if the snake was truly a snake who just ate a fine-ass lamb and was b.s.-ing me to bring me closer. Closer so that she can squeeze the light right out of me. I felt better the farther I walked away from her. And by the way, I am Beyonce, you *****
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