I already missed 3 days worth of poetry for this poem a day thing for April.
Been busy with work and sleep and laying around eating and watching TV.
However, only like 3 people have confirmed that they actually read at least one of the first two poems of April I’ve written, recorded, and uploaded sooooo…
I think it is corny/pathetic/lame AF
when guys take intoxicated women home from bars
in order to have sex with them.
I think it is even more corny/pathetic/lame AF
when guys go extra hard giving details (which may be illegitimate)
to their buddies about the girl they had sex with
and what he did to her and/or what she did to him.
I especially hate it when these lames do it to women
who are, despite their lapse of judgment,
in terms of loyalty/faithfulness and not being as promiscuous
as many individuals are nowadays.
- We chilled.
- None of your business.
- Why does it matter to you?
- Mind your business.
- Don’t worry about it.
- I cooked, we ate, we chilled.
- What I do with a person and what we say to each other is between us. You’re not a participant in it, so you don’t need to know about it. If you were there during the conversation, then we could talk about it. If it isn’t anything personal, maybe we can talk about it. If you try to get the “juicy details” you’re not going to get very far. The vault, bruh.
The second installment for this April poetry challenge thingy.
It is slightly deviant from the manner in which I normally write, in terms of certain….imagery.
Comments/Critiques are welcomed.
Those words yet to flutter from your lips,
Love, I’m waitin’ for ‘em
Its been years since I proclaimed that you’re the one for me
I’m not thirsty, Love
maybe I’m just hung-ary
for affection from the one I wrote those poems for,
about and to
I’d never hit a woman, but when my lips were smackin’ you
in all the right places
with my tongue waggin’, you know it acts a fool
But those same exact acts had produced
sounds as if your lungs had just collapsed on you
I’ll come clean, these the visions that have frequented
my mind’s residence—
take a look,
keep peekin’ in
my heart is pure
but my mind, these thoughts keep sneakin’ in
"naughty by their nature"
name “written on ya kitten”
well, shorty, can I taste ya?
Recited sonnets to your labia
Haikus performed on your clitoris
Epic poems when I entered having known of your deliciousness.
Am I cunning or linguist
specializing in this language of
the repetition of your moans
that echo my every thought on Love
Passion Over Everything Trivial
poet is in the name
Here today, gone tomorrow
I say “auf Wiedersehen”
cherish every moment
and relish in our postponement
cause many a great things
have been ruined cause they were rushed
buildin’ trust, too
What I must do
lift you up, not break you down
yet in more ways than one I could cuff you.
As I come to
from a daydream that visits daily
there’s one thing that’s never fleeting
there’s one thing that will never fail me
I’m confident, I’m loyal
I’m eager to succeed
and wise enough to know
I must learn and fulfill every single one of our needs.
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the GM at my job is moving to FL to be the GM of a new business
that the owners of my workplace just opened over there
and so tonight they had a surprise going away party for him
so as a cake for him
they baked a HUGE tan penis cake, equipped with huge veins, balls, and chocolate covered pubes.
The entire tip and shaft of the cake was red velvet
and the balls were white frosting filled with a fudge center.
I was just shown the video of it.
Oh, the manager is openly gay and makes tons of penis jokes at work.
All time best pickup line?
"Honestly, you’re a catch. You really are and I would easily rate you a 9/10….but…only because I’m the ‘1’ you’re missing *grabs butt* ;)”
Minus the butt grab.
Minus the entire line.
Poetry from the heart > pick up line.
What does someone say to that ?
"I prefer to go Ol’ Dirty Bastard style, also known as Shimmy Shimmy Ya style, so, I would need you to fax me the necessary paperwork to continue this transaction in addition to several references (if applicable). Thank you for showing your interest in my ;)".
here is my first poem/verse/rap thingy of April.
Feedback in the form of praise and/or criticism is welcomed.
the first example
I could spit a verse that’s too perverse for y’all to handle
why would I?
The universe is all in shambles
with human touch the Earth decays quicker than it rebuilds
one glass, two glass, three glass, refill
didn’t finish the first one; ecosystems we kill
we have a habit for destroying habitats
how annoying that I’m rappin’ facts
ask the questions that incur responses such as:
"I’m not sure how I should answer that"
mouth spewin’ sewage from the mind’s gutter
I’m fried butter—
attackin’ hearts too deluded by the pleasure
too polluted by the evils that have proven to be lethal
We the sheeple?
I’m the Second Coming coming for your seconds, hungry
cummin’ on your breakfast, honey
Now I ask,
how bittersweet is that?
nectar sweet enough to leave your teeth with cracks.
I’m born of love
so I’m mourin’ cause
we’re forced to seek the mornin’ buzz
the wake&bake at dawn
I see awning of
the Church steeple
May I ask, why do we hurt people?
Torture the Earth
and rape ambitions of a growing child?
Reverist fertilize the world,
they’re the flooding Nile.
Eventually we’ll free the curse
the leaves the Earth a barren planet
where the bees will lurk
to find the last petal to perch upon and pollinate
as we ponder and admonish fate
but never forget
the products of the purest heart can never be killed.
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