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she was an obvious danger dancing on the tip of my tongue, her name melted like a sugar cube, a slow, deliberate sweet descent into madness.
A girl on the tip of my tongue
Wants to swing while she is still young
She went on Facebook
The lads had a look
And now its her phone that's well hung
Do you know who invented the crossword?
I can't remember his name for the life of me
It’s on the tip of my tongue just out of reach
It’s W something N something E
::Nothing::
~ on the tip of my tongue ~
\but lodged in my throat/
|can't spit it out|
¥only hack it up¥
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ThAt
fEeLs
SoMewHaT
lEss
poEtiC
Briane
how long
before
my heart realizes
you have gone
my mind seems in sad collusion
but you have gone
i wait with a question
on the tip of my tongue
nothing echoes down the hall.
What is that word?
Give me a moment-
It's right on the tip of my tongue.
I can see it-
It starts with the letter T.
The reason for the uncertainty
Is the space between my ears.
A feeling of stupidity.
Spontaneously gone with the wind.
The bullet is on the tip of my tongue
Your heart is underneath the barrel of the gun
I’ll blow your HEART to pieces
With this:
A lethal word; a deathly weapon
I’ll watch you bleed to nothing
Shrivel, shiver with this:
An assassinating label; DEHUMANIZATION
Mmmm! Melt in my mouth
you flaky apple pie.
You're making me drool,
you're making me cry.
Just a taste
on the tip of my tongue.
Hurry up now,
while i'm still young.
I can smell your aroma
From miles away,
Please give me slice
Or here I will stay.
it's out of my reach
it slipped through my fingers
it's on the tip of my tongue
it's buried under my thoughts
just out of sight
was it purpose, light?
I can't remember
maybe if i lay in bed
through another afternoon
it'll find its way back
Our lips barely touch.
I breath in the taste of you.
You linger on the tip of my tongue.
Softly brush the edges of my sentiment.
Near enough to touch yet out of my grasp.
Off limits. Forbidden. Not allowed.
Futile sweet captivation.
I am utterly without cure.
forgot to ask for honey
what's a chicken nugget to do?
maybe marshmallow creme
A-1 or ranch dressing
caramel or chocolate drizzle
leftover guacamole
cheese queso beats plain ketchup
just off the top of my head
on the tip of my tongue
August 1, 2020
Strand - Informel
Truth is hung on the tip of my tongue;
It speaks the fear that I may die young
Before I know the depth of my Soul-
And all poems I've yet begun!
What will we find on the Other Side:
A place of Love or land of Lies;
A Realm of tears in Sorrow cries;
Or a World of Woe in heavy sighs?
With an ebony plunge in the sea tonight
With the sky in a rage and fit to be tied
emerging opacity sleeps in my eyes-
clouds to be burned at the seams
WIth a storm iron grey on the tip of my tongue
With wings, liquid wings as I take the plunge
emerging with silver flips licking my mouth-
on a night of insatiable hunger.
The sight,your heart ignites.Nervous,tense.Body aches,hand shakes.Would do anything for
lips to touch.Heart beats fast,make it last.Need you ,keep you,treat you well.Like a genie
that cast a spell.Taste of sugar,on the tip of my tongue.On your every word I am
hung.Spirit to spirit,soul to soul.In this life,your love is all I know.
My head on your chest
My ear to your heart
And it's all so right
I'm alright tonight
I've had this question
On the tip of my tongue
For such a long time
A burning question
Wearing grooves in my mind
But you are my answer
I've found my vindication
Your heart beat silences my query
So I close my eyes, weary
And I listen
Tonight I stop talking
And I listen
Form:
Since I've met you
We became friends
Someone I could turn to
One who I will always trust
But, I have a secret
I've been holding inside
Its on the tip of my tongue
I'm bursting to tell
I hope you haven't noticed
Or seen it in my eyes
My heart suffers in silence
I have to take this chance
For on this special day
Let me have the courage to say
I'm In Love With You
Happy Valentine's Day
The hurt of something special
is everything it's not
Tonight becomes tomorrow,
Dreams of yesterday go rot;
If u wanna hold the future,
Future hold my hand;
Words are everywhere
Sittin in the air,
On the tip of my tongue,
I’ve Just begun
Comin from there
Could be anywhere
Wish you'd stop
But continue on,
Want it to end
But in the end it will remain
All the same,
Future hold my hand.
On a sleepless night you spoke
To me, and I wasn’t wearing your topaz ring
Anymore, anymore.
It was on the tip of my tongue; I loved
You once but
No more, no more.
Eyes like ocean mists and chestnut locks,
Almost a decade since I’ve touched your
Ivory skin so say cruel clocks.
Tears tasting like salt in a sea of regret
Splashing against a distant shore.
Once you stood there waiting but
No more, no more.
Catching snowflakes on the tip of my tongue.
Fleeting memories of when I was young
Tubing down rivers, fishing for bass
Going to drive-ins with some lovely lass.
They all swirl about me, some more and some less.
Each one of them part of my lost youthfulness.
And now that I’m older, new memories I’ll make
But not at the expense of the ones I’d forsake.
Disowning the future to be once again young
And keep catching snowflakes on the tip of my tongue
I cannot find the word
for how I feel about you.
It's on the tip of my tongue.
It's not love,
for love is generic
and all encompassing.
It's more specific,
like a certain longing
to fill something missing.
It's like a hot day
longs for a cool breeze,
a dry land longs for rain,
or a somber wardrobe
longs for vibrant colors.
It's like a perpetual thirst
that needs to be quenched,
a spirit to be revived
with the rising of the sun
in each new day.