If only swallowing a knife could cut the words from my minds eye
So complex open wounds would slowly bleed until its veins run dry
Carving a way for my vexations, though my heart will never be free
To release the tournament of deeply hemorrhaging wounds in me
How painful it is
when someone think of
swallowing broken glasses
because of much hate?
It is so badly
when a person decides
to kill himself " herself "
because of envy.
Don't harm yourself please!
I pray you to love
other people and
keep your life because
they love you highly
And their love is immeasurably.
July 3/2023
Anticipation building, excitement on the rise
Melodies of heaven as sung through your blue eyes
I hope I can keep standing, my knees often get weak
Whenever I stand near you, and I can barely speak
If swallow you cannot an ill word
That curdles up to turn sour like curd,
And acrid goes from sour
By every passing hour,
Spell it out all aloud if unheard,
Watch it loose potent power,
Cooled as if under shower,
Till you laugh it all off as absurd!
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Swallowing ill words has upset no stomach, advises ancient wisdom; but it may upset mental health. Beware then every time you open your mouth. If you find swallowing too hard, this limerick (an extended one) shows a better way.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 07.03.15 |
Swallowing colors from a new day
replacing the moon
Affecting my soul as it orbits this
world I find you
Never have I seen such a beautiful
sunrise
Until I saw one ignite the passion
deep inside of your eyes
Turning the beats of my heart into a
sweet melody
As I listen to your voice then your
lips begin melting me
I can feel myself longing for the fire
that once consumed all of my love
It was like eating the sun so it
scorched the taste of your kiss from
my tongue
Quietly the day falls away with little
drops of rain
Separating horizon from the
sunsetting behind colors of gray
Now even beneath a black sky I can
still see your radiant face
Tracing a silhouette of your world
embodied with heavenly grace
Crunch munch crunch,
chewing fast,
swallowing pride.
Well digested.
Through my pores
humbleness excreted.
Some say a tad disgusting
Some say it may be gross
Some say it’s not appealing
But spit is good on toast (LOL)
Not trying to be vulgar
Though disgusting it may be
But spit that’s swallowed through a straw
Was more than enough for me
While watching American Idol
Some guy took Paula’s cup
And proceeded to take her straw
To drink her water up
I thought it was so funny
There was humor there in it
But think for now, would you please
Would you swallow someone’s spit?
This frenzy of feeling
this pull of hindsight
is bursting in optics
resounding in light
at the tip of a porcupine
centered explosion
this frenzy of feeling
internal implosion
This fanatic fancy
this race to be found
is shooting star tonguing
and silent of sound
at the tip of the mouth
on the verge of a thought
this fanatic fancy
can never be caught