Long Freak Poems
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This is a euphoric dope of mine
Can’t easily get rid it off in my system
This is not for you to judge me
I just love making love every night
With man’s touch alluring my senses
His lips is flavor forbidding me to taste it
My other dark side unleashes
But I’m loving how I see myself getting wild
Double penetration is my fantasy
I love to do it with much ecstasy
He can let me wear anything he wants
Lingerie, school uniform or bikini perhaps
Let my tongue swirl and go deep into his
I can play love games and be girl of his dreams
But I never see myself showing my skin
Everyone can watch me and be their **** thing
I’d rather sneak with man and play constant sex
I can give a handjob, just send me a text
But don’t let me eat money for I’m not a whore
No strings attached – Let’s just do pure sex!
June 5 2016
Contest Name: That's Why I Love...
Contest Sponsored: Lewis Raynes
Her:
Smiling from ear to ear
forcing my dimple out
trying to look sweet and cute
trying to look pretty.
And I'm obvious but oblivious to you
I want your attention
wanted to be near you
always, only want is you.
It seems ordinary
but I love it
when I see myself
captured through your lenses.
I am silently smiling
when you take photos of me
it's like seeing you eye to eye
Oh beautiful butterflies!
Him:
Laughing my heart out
I am trying to be cool
Try not to freak you out
Cause my heart's in shuffle.
And I'm obvious but oblivious to you
I just want you near me
with your sweet killer smile
always, wanting to see you.
It seems ordinary
but I love it
to see your beauty
captured through my lenses.
I am silently smiling
secretly looking at your eyes
It is like seeing your soul,
Oh bet I'm in love!
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Key for symbols used to mark who is speaking
~Other People~ Me {1} (2) [3]
~Why don’t you get some help?
There are so many options out there, you have no excuse.~
~You’re just lazy. You’re just weak.
You’re pathetic, you’re a freak.~
~Family is all you have when the dust settles. Friends are fair-weather.
Family means unconditional Love. No judgment. Trust.~
(Don’t try to convince me otherwise, I have learned it firsthand.
Don’t try to talk me out of it, you have no leg to stand.)
~Why don’t you go and talk to somebody?
There are people that want to help.~
--Lies, deceit, fake sympathy.
Pretending to care. Fake sympathy at a cost.
What’s an hour going to do?--
{I give them thirty minutes and the next time you see me I’ll be in a little padded room, being hugged real tight by my jacket.}
(What do you know?
What do you care?)
{Why are you yelling at me?
Why are you staring at me?}
(You know what?)
--What?--
[Wake up!]
~Who are you talking to?~
(The only person that can help me is me.)
[The only person that can help us is you?]
**You know what you have to do**
You squirmed within and struggled to come out
In swarm of my other responsibilities you drifted about
Searching for me, within me, in a roundabout
For I was busy with mundane things on hand to wipe-out
Waiting to exclusively sit with you in devotion and freak-out.
Please pardon me, Oh creations of mine
If I was not able give you existence ‘n shine
If I was not able to mould your shape fine
If I was not able to give your name a dime
If I was not able to devote you so far, enough time.
Oh creations of mine, I did not know
It would take me such a long time to toe
Like running after elusive musk in a doe
To see the end of my worldly stow
And make our dreams true aglow.
I am now happy, Oh creations of mine
You have decided not to wait one more time
Not to feel claustrophobic inside and whine
Have instead forced me to give you meaning and rhyme
And ensconce in my heart with sparkle and shine.
I also promise you henceforth, Oh my creations
I would leave no stone unturned for your liberations
I will bring out your shine with the mirth ‘n ebullitions
And bring glory to your names with plenty proclamations
Like diamonds emerge from the rough in illuminations.
Form: Rhyme
the will to move on, from the mind body
and soul.
people say I couldn't do it.
people said I couldn't last in this life.
and that I was a mire image in this life.
I know how it feels the hurt,the loneliness.
I've been there, I never knew what love was.
I was afraid to love someone.
I was afraid to go around others,I know how
it is? freak,monster.
People say cruel things about us.
I understand it.
but now I have people to care about.
and I won't let them down one bit, there the
people in my life.
and the will to move on.
they shown me the path.they shown me how to
love.
I have a reason to my life, and a reason to
move on.
my family and my friends
She walks into a room
and the light recalibrates~
not brighter,
just more attentive,
as though it has found
something it has been trying
to illuminate for years.
People don’t know how to label her.
Some say albino,
some say freak,
some say different,
some say rare,
a few say nothing at all
because language feels too clumsy
for someone who seems drafted
from the margin of the visible.
Her skin is a quiet astonishment,
a pale that isn’t absence
but a kind of presence~
the way frost is present,
the way moonlight is present,
the way silence can be present
when it’s listening.
Children stare at her
with the frankness adults have forgotten.
They see the shimmer first,
the soft divergence,
the way her hair catches daylight
like a handful of spun glass.
She has learned to move gently
through the world,
not to hide,
but because brightness
is a delicate thing,
and she carries it everywhere.
When she smiles,
the moment feels slightly rearranged~
as if the ordinary has stepped aside
to make room
for whatever she is.
Not divine,
not deviant,
not anything the old words claim~
pale geometry,
luminous,
in the way a rare phenomenon is luminous,
in the way a deviation
can become its own kind of truth.
Freak of nature- is a on going thing.
Things are changing- in this world of strange.
Ice is melting- on the polar caps.
Will not be long- before there is no glaziers left.
Freak of nature- is on the rise.
It is in the oceans- through the rising tides.
Look at the sunshine- burning down.
Forest fires- ashes on the ground.
Freak of nature- what is going on.
Can you tell me- about this song.
Weather patterns- is not right.
Many people- has been losing life.
Strange things- we cannot explain.
Lakes has disappeared- in the Earth veins.
Freak of nature- what can we do.
Freak of nature- I am so confused.
Everybody is looking for- someone to blame.
Scientists are so smart- they invented gasoline.
Governments know- how to control everything.
Oil is money- to all living things.
This beautiful world- needs a big change.
Or This Freak of Nature- will always stay.. Stay the same ….
There's a spider on my ceiling
He's been sitting there all night
From the moment that I spotted him
He gave me quite a fright.
Even at the long off distance
He appears to be quite big
I've never really liked them
ever since I was a kid.
When I have to walk beneath him
I run quickly along the wall
I dare not walk beneath him
knowing my luck he would fall.
I yell up to my partner
"Get down here its bloody back!"
It cant be the same spider?
Because I sucked him up the Vac.
I rush into the kitchen
If the kids see him they'll freak
I drag out our old cleaner
And attachments with long reach
I drag them in the living room
plug in and then switch on.
Then I look up at the ceiling
And the bloody thing has gone!
written and composed by Mark Longson (c) 2018
I'm trying not to get overly excited
I'm on just this side of freak
I've finally gotten the call I've been waiting for
The one that for years has eluded me
There aren't to many farmers out there
That take as much pride in what they grow
That's why Chef Boyardee selected me
To join their team on SpaghettiO's
I've been raising spaghetti for years
Spaghetti straight and long and lean
So I really see no problem
In SpaghettiO transitioning
From the natural growth of spaghetti
To the famed shape of the SpaghettiO
I just need to learn the secret
Of how to roll the perfect hole
As day one arrives in all it's glory
I head out into the fields
Stopping during the day only long enough
For a delicious Italian canned meal
Where I enjoy only the finest ingredients
Straight from the heart of this multicolored can
From the sweet little O's to the...What color is this sauce?! "Orange?!" "Red?!"
And isn't the taste a bit overly bland...
Oh well...
When the day of harvest arrives
I bring in the Italians cause everyone knows
For generations they have perfected
The delicate picking of SpaghettiO's
Who ever thought the growing of spaghetti
Would bring this farmer so much fame
I just received a call from a little known farming cult
Who'd like me to try my hand at the growing of Spam
After my successful go at SpaghettiO's
I'm pretty sure I'm just the man who can
Feel my rage...
Watching my tears fall,
From my pain.
It is you!
Laughing as I'm breaking into shame.
Silly me,
I tried giving my heart to you...
Now I'm stuck in this small cage!
NO! I won't love you,
You can't make me smile.
I want you to hurt too,
Pain that will last for a while.
My rage?
The pain that will hurt,
Who?
Silent,
I still speak.
Treating you like you treat me,
As Dirt!
You STUPID FREAK!
Unlock this small cage!
I should have known,
You seem to be pushing deeply,
Inside of...
My heart,
Hmm? me,
From the start.
Are you weakening my black heart?
Listen as I scream out my rage!
You lost a friend,
I lost only a sin.
Lovers?
Together we make great poison,
Passion?
Look deep into my blood shoot eyes,
I love your rage,
My rage.
Kissing me again.
This has to be the end!