How many pages
Did you flip through
Of mine?
That I was written
With the embodiment
Of everything you deify?
Trying to picture me
Gliding
Through your mind
A kaleidoscope
Of innocence
In a dress
Where I share poems
Written about you
At 2am
And I am
Weaved together in your arms
Like the blanket your mom made me
Kissing my cheek
Until
I laugh
And our last kiss
For the night
Leaves the taste of you behind
Months old
Cherry chapstick
That lives in your favorite pair of jeans
My written word
Depicted me
perfectly
The soft
Smile on your face
Said it all
But the contradiction
From
Your tongue
The sweet
Sensitive love letters
You gave me
Was harder
For me
To swallow
Than the adrenaline
You could not control
When you felt my touch
I am inured
Whole heartedly
To the men
Patching up
Voids in their lives
With being lascivious
Their books
Always
Know how to catch your eye
Yet
They are always
Missing the last few pages
But I keep
Rereading them
As if the ending will change
The whites of your eyes
Shine like diamonds
Pupils parade display like emeralds
Your gentle soul glows like gold
And I’m in awe of your humble heart
Beautiful selfless as you are
You don’t need makeup
Chapstick is asking enough
Because your spirit is uplifting
And true nothing more required of you
Than be exactly as you are
Unrehearsed unapologetically a soulful star
That shines for us still fumbling in the dark
So kind so Devine
A loving energy
A blessing to know
I had a cat, a large one
I thought I loved the cat
The cat thought he loved me too!
Then, one day,
They took the cat away
The cat, with the bassinet, the little furry presence
And Sameeha’s science club chapstick
And I thought I was kissing scientific a book cover
Where he is artistic in a beauty in the other way, rare.
It was a cat. After all, it was just a cat
It had the nicest jacket ,
with hoodies on,
the cat used to sit on time,
the cat
And it had the fish, tummy time, happy face, and everything first time
For I never yearn to come back! For there, to chime!
It is just a known type of pain that I knew for far too long!
On a question paper, pm time, departmental too
Dealey Plaza, are you keeping right on the still unresolved Elm street?
Heavenly God , do you play around heavenly to utter Godsay, is your slip
Where you do not know usually after or before the strait the gate
You never knew Jack Ruby and you never knew Oswald
So you never knew other than too much other than, Please, other tall!
always in pocket
lips get wind burnt just working
gotta buy in stock
What anguish masks her face
with cherry chapstick on her lips
and Medusa’s beautiful head of hair
there are signs of inner turmoil seen
in her deep blue eyes and her demeanor,
Or is this just an attempt to conceal her
quintessential adolescent awkwardness?
Contest: A Brian Strand #1172.
The feel on my lips
cool, smooth, new
In my light pink box they live
small, long, cylindrical.
At school they live in my pocket
safe, secured, silent
In my red and white pencil case they reside
small, long, cylindrical.
I was scared to talk in class
a swipe for good luck saved me.
The collection grew
The purpose shifted.
I grew up and they grew out.
Parties, boys, priorities.
Chapstick, once naive, now knowing.
Accidentally gave my wife a glue stick instead of chapstick
As a result, she isn't talking to me, no matter what subject I pick
That'll shut her up
Her lips got stuck
She'll heal in a month or two, this humor is called slapstick
Come hither, Mister Delicious Sir.
Satiate my craving for saturating kisses.
Read these ready lips like romance fiction.
Practice your best parched desert depiction.
Slurp up this mist smorgasbord to savor
cherry chapstick and cinnamon disk's flavor.
Caress love's breath, pressed against companion lips.
Twist with saliva's textured slides and slips.
Play tongue tag like young ones chasing.
Stencil silent speech, each moment embracing.
Sip freely from the flowing fountain of Venus.
Spin to the rhythm of the heartbeat between us.
Something's on my
Tounge
Words
His taste
Gum
Something's on my
Back
Bag
You
An itch
Something's on my
Lips
Chapstick
Your lips
I bite them
Something's on my
Mind
Fixing this
Fixing that
Maybe not so much of that
Something's on my
Glasses
Visions imparied
Your too close
Now your too far
Something's on my
Bed
Looks like books
I'd rather see
Someone laying in it
Something's on my
Hand
It was yours
But now it's gone
Ghosts play games
Something's waiting
Waiting for me to
Break
Break in half
Something's
Some things
Some thing
A thing
And that's all
I heard the radio say we won’t make it
the announcer was quite sure of it
I’m fearing the sound of sirens
Welcoming the sound of detachment
From inside out
Outside in
From last nights drink to tomorrow nights sin
Dead on time isn’t my usual agenda, but neither was any of this
Showing up fashionably late fashionable
Helped ease the conversationalist
The man in the corner
Dirty wine glasses stack to the brim with sedatives
Someone help me
I wasn’t supposed to see the criteria
Somebody get me out of this fog
I can see a shadow holding a rose with comfort
Someone get me out of this fog
Five seconds before the crash
I was illustrating my demise
Speaking of you
Speaking of me
I’ve suffered worse fates in your eyes
Five seconds before the garden
I was watching your mother crow
Speaking of her
Speaking of him
From the thumping down below
This is it, this is the rest of our lives
This is what happens when you blink
This is the rest of our lives
I am your nurse
I like Southpark
I am a closet Southpark liker
I like a $400 bank overdraft protection
especially during this recession that does not exist
I wonder if can live without tangerines and chapstick
I like Vets
I like to hear what they say
I am comforted by the comfort I give
I am tender, business like, funny, professional, apologetic
I am lucky to be a nurse
Jaymee king
Friends friends friends they always have your back their there if you have
problems and make sure no one steels your lunch sack.A best friend is
something you just cant get you have to earn a new best friend and you have to
be there for them from the first time you met so dont just waist a best friend
relationship by messing with their mind like messing up there chapstick and
putting them in a bind Friends friends friendsthey always have your back
because a best friend relationship is something you cant crack
Jaymee king
There was nothing left for me to do but put on chapstick so I rubbed the soft
mush into my lips with my head facing every corner of the abandoned
restaurant—full of people.
I frowned. I frowned at the fighter, could never smile at a lover and I fell. I fell into
soggy streets, stumbling, stomach rumbling, with foamy fluid all around, and a
hole emerges from the depth of my soul—or the side of the wet street, not sure
which anymore.
Instead of things falling into the hole, the hole fell into things and my life became
confused. I wore my smile down and it hurt.
I don’t want to cry anymore, I don’t want tears to send me to sleep. But
sometimes it’s harder to take away the bad thoughts than it is to think of them.
harder to breathe than remain thoughtless.
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