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 Jun 2015 Tommy
Joshua Haines
Still-birth emotions laying on the snow.
If I let you smile, will sticky lips let go?
After-birth sensations, beaten under hail.
I want to **** the blood out of your gums.
I want to touch you until your body's stale.

Venus in the snow -- the more I taste you,
the more the echoes in our mouths slow.
Shake it, baby -- **** me like I just got out of a coma.
Nothing more that I want than to be your trauma.

And I just have to bury myself in your emotions.
And to drown in the swell of separate oceans.
 Jun 2015 Tommy
Sam Temple
mostly undiagnosed ghosts host coast roasts
and no one shows
haunted wind blows going slow
dethroning grown men being sown
unknown gnomes debone stones
throwing plumbs at scrub jays
whilst listless fitness ****** insist
on resisting mystic visions
implicitly –
ragtag gag gifts for bags
smoking **** with saggy pants
chancing protagonists
and prancing fisters
wrist rocket **** pocket
time, clock it
rock it sock it
don’t mock
interlocking bicarbonates
wait for the ingrate to *******
and regulate the regurgitation –
****** ancestrally protestors
digest their disgust
discussing muskrats as lab cats
basking in the glow of white coats –
 Jun 2015 Tommy
Maria Cordero
Bile creeps. No warning.
Green tastes bitter. Never sweet.
Swallow it. Don't speak.
 Apr 2015 Tommy
Sam Temple
broken shards of tempered glass
scattered across the parking lot
flare excrement in little piles
give the children something to poke at while they wait
heated voices from behind the Datsun
as she screeches disapproval
frantically explaining the bind
a momentary loss of concentration can bring
expressing innocence and professing innocents
tears spill as reality takes hold
the bus is the only option now –
 Apr 2015 Tommy
Sam Temple
a tiny bell rings and I smile
Pavlov-ian slave
to the google chat box
at the chance my darling wife
would like to talk –
escaping the doldrums of daily drudgery
I delve into non-work related conversation
as we discuss dinner options
and what to do about the old dying dog
expression of love
sprinkle the text
as we consider vacations
and when to speak with a broker about buying a home
again…
Then it happens
like a hurricane destroying a small Polynesian village
the boss comes in
and I must close my little green box
and get back to work --
 Apr 2015 Tommy
Michael W Noland
I keep hearing about this glass house
having only lived
after plucking
the glass
out

But
who am I
to doubt the tale
with a rock in my hand
leaving bloodied glass in my trail
 Apr 2015 Tommy
Kareena
A Lot
 Apr 2015 Tommy
Kareena
They tell me that you love her a lot
They can see it in your eyes
They can hear it in your voice
I don't need to wonder why

When I heard that it was her
You love a lot, as they told me
My heart panged a little
And I looked towards my feet

But I felt a peace on the inside
Happy that you were in love
Even if it wasn't with me.
Because if you love someone, they must be free

Today I realized that this is love
I can let you go
And love you at the same time
By letting you love her
Like I had hoped you would love me
But by being at peace about it

I want you to be content
I want you to love her
I want you to love life
I want you to love you
**A lot
I never knew love would be this hard
 Apr 2015 Tommy
Sam Temple
when gazing at your lovely soft blue eyes
I am captured and held by the vast depth
motionless and memorized, I sit still
my focus intent, my breath is shallow
the slightest film of sweat forms on my brow
the tightness in my chest is like a vice
a low gurgle rises from my belly
I think I am sure to faint or be sick

How can I combat these feelings of fear?
Will my love forever remain unknown?
each new day I struggle to find a way
to move past this insanity and find
a way to express the things that I feel
will today be the day… I think, “No way.”
 Apr 2015 Tommy
Sam Temple
the cat

     perched

waits

waits

waits



                    pounces
 Apr 2015 Tommy
Sam Temple
Her eyes they shine  







The deepest blue, matching the sky    

            In the evening, looking off east

O’er the Cascades, latest July

                 Through smoke roasting leg of beast

Can’t look away, though I do try,

                 My mind recoils from the feast.




Across the office, right at lunch

                 I notice the tumbling sea

Crashing waves cause pebbles to crunch

                Tsunami rolls in, wild and free

Afraid to move, I ponder brunch

                And ask those eyes to come with me  




Across the table, crystal clear              

         Aquamarine gemstones shine bright

Facetted perfect shed no tear

                 Refracting starlight in the night

Bringing me peace, removing fear

                Those eyes make me feel I’m alright
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