if i

ev-er

ever have a kid like this

i'd say listen hear little d

hows about we put mommies
plants back in the pot

stay out of her jewerly box and dont you
never ever let me catch you

ev-er


repicking
her locks

knowing this kids part of me
my eyes roll
knowing he has this part of
my eyes in dexterity

and

hand

armed
he'd slay

finger kinda crooked

not so to the point

definetely more than
Bill Clintons old
thumbs worth given

my little d
would speak

"i nev-er saw you do dat dad D"

and me
fumming
would say

"the kids good! i guess we can keep him!"

and my wife in
this line of
my time
would be
unrehearsed

my problem at the moment

not knowing

seeing
no meaning

when reading
a new word

i love how we can talk about boobies and this is acceptable.

I posted a poem about "having the balls" yesterday it gets deleted.

so i guess boobies is acceptable but balls are offensive.

point being; i had a real point to my point.

this poem about boobies here is awesome for what it stands for.
Having fun with boobies and the sensation of having something
attractive that helps drive us sexually.

my poem about balls was more of a lesson about being a man and taking charge and having the balls to say what you want to say to someone.

mostly inspired by the thought of this site: mingle2

part of my poem written in hopes that atleast one guy would read it and ask someone out on this site.

if there is any guys out there that want to read that poem because your debating about asking someone out here then send me an email
and i will send you a copy.

im only trying to help the community. so yes, i felt offended when the poem about having balls was deleted.

i wouldnt be suprised if that poem i wrote inspired this reply.

sorry for the rant on your poem lonestar.

i assure you if my poem didnt feel appropriate to what i was doing for the community then i would not have written this 'i feel better to get this off my chest' rant/reply.

nice write MzEm.

happy HAPPY birthday!

:D

Oh Noooo!
He Didnt!

Oh Yes!
He Did!

no suprise for me
its easy to believe
what I said.

Im Fukcen Fukced.

She Fukcen Fukced Me.

stuck me under a bus
where she shoved me.

from incomplete
speech
a leak speaks
deep in
cracked concrete

on HER
no longer
on OUR

we loitered.

dishonored sidewalk
inner thoughts
she thinked
I stinked
her reason

I was spoiled.

making me look
like leftovers

wrapped up
as a tinman
with the heart
of a scarecrow

FOILED!

too perfect for me to
not be nervous i shall
share this with a shreik.

in her innermind
I assure you
I assurely shrinked.

as distinct
as worthless.

loud and unclear
I hear the screech
of a bus that must
have just scuffed
this man.

damn near almost
crushed this man.

I backflipped up
lips front
cuffed
happy
as i was
she shoved me.

an exchange of
cussings.

love crushed crumbling.
us fumbling, me stumbling.

"I had a ring!"

damn near almost
buried the thing.

my worst nightmare
alas murdered
by HER dream.

so obsene
in comparison
to my dream,

a scene unseen.

wishes
welled.

a finger
less swollen

escaping
such hell.

over the north pond



a dog
barks
at a cat

the cat
an armadillo
under attack


housed
as a turtle

head sunk
in ostrich


she stunk
like a skunk

an opossum
held hostage



over the east pond



the dog is a frog


leaping around

up and down
for the cause


tugging on the tail
of his lizard ungizzard


the only hope they know

grows back much weaker



over the south pond



a duck gave a f__k

waddles to the pond
leading twelve tails up

only lonely is he
who leads the way

to those
who never followed
once amidst

lead astray



over the west pond



a monkey and a snail

the monkey clowns around
while the snail acts stale

he uses his tail swinging
off branches tree by tree

only what he really wants

isn't funny

to he

if I was to see my father today.

It would be something like this...



(coughing heard. the apartment door opens)


"What the f-word do you want?"


hi Dad
just wanted to see how you are doing.


"How the f-word do you think I'm doing?"


well... you look (1st lie) good

"WELL... i feel like s-word"

well... you look (2nd lie) great


"Don't bull s-word me.
what are you doing here?"


i was looking for my Dad

I'll try back another day.

YES! raw flavor not lacking any taste!

only question is kimba what is an F.O?

strong write TxsGal


especially this part:


"It seems that I have lost that drive.
No longer do I seem to find the need to strive.
It seems my energy to do those things is gone.
Once so out going now I find myself withdrawn."

very powerful.
i find this very easy to digest LOL!

cool write Lex

on a scale
of 1 to 10

i am
awesome

my favorite
color is
categorized
in strands
of sativas
and indicas

I believe
the world
is made up
of things that
will never last
as long as space

on a scale
of a 10 to 1

i am a
disgrace

counting back
words towards
two words

(2) men tal
(
(1) meltdown

surfing

pedaling

lily pads

flying on a sea
of brain freezes

the colder i get
the more the pain
increases

amirite?

the short hand
reaches

silly me

never leafless

never leaves this
place he calls
home

in a relationship
more equiped
to be a

loan

pending
processed

lending

you me
for fun

until
one of us
is done


on a scale
of 1 to 10

i am not always
who i think
i am

her
and her
two kids

guitar hero

the living room



her eyes
wet for him

with this look
she gave to me


she didnt know
that i could tell

that she was
thinking of he

this pleasure is

self degrading

confirms and affirmed
a firm strangling

a lonely obsession
caressing ones skin

self-tugged on joy
comes a jerk
from within


dripping hostility
over humility

killing the unlived
if only temporarily


the pleasure is
measured worked up
out released


a thank you
to yourself

when you want
to feel pleased

MAC hasnt invented it yet
but its only a matter of time

before we get another
device to seperate us
even more from humanity



sold on virus-free



a lose of touch



another
machine

i felt like i was there on that street with you jimz.

and if i was....


i could have been the angry clown
with peach streaked cheeks

furiously pushing people legs
trying to find my red nose

it is 'funny' how it does that

















ps. Sadie you have a great natural looking smile in the pic.




atleast what I can tell
from my perspective

Great Poem



"A bad bag, a bad deal, the linoleum peeled
straight into dirt."



especially liked that line and the image of the goblin smile

it is about me reuniting with my ex girlfriend and us finding a new appreciation for one another.


some backstory:

she was in 9th grade. I was a senior.
our love never died. it was cut off. her father grounded her until she broke up with me. She was grounded for two weeks.

i can remember bringing flowers to her house a few days before she broke up with me. I was missing her and i wanted to show her and her father how much I cared about her.

Her father respected me doing what i did but also told me that we
were like two young birds and that i needed to let her fly.

Ironic to think i flew back into her life at this time when we both want to feel loved.

both of us currently a year divorced from long term relationships of 10+ years.

I dont know if this is love. Or an inflatuation. All i know is it feels good right now for both of us.

I hope its not just a comfort issue to fill a void. I hope i really feel the way i think i feel about her but i guess time will tell for these two birds.

I don't know if we are mean't to be.

I do know the timming of it all couldnt be more perfect.

At this moment. She couldnt be more perfect.

one hand covered her mouth
so she couldnt allow herself to scream
waking up her kids

as i did what i did

i couldnt believe it

was me

inside of her
trying to get out
of her mouth
a sound
she held back

torturing her freedom

the heavy sigh

what a trip
the fact this was my best

most appreciated performance

nose to nose
looking in her eyes
this close
a moment where none other as gorgeous
gets as beautiful this fast

making an impressions that lasts

its been three days
and im still gloating
knowing

she does me better

a mere fifteen years later...

i know i am cool

i try hard to be cool

showing you i am cool

i suppose makes it cool

admitting i am

confessing i am

knowing i am

cool

reinforcing my cool

never losing my cool

is how i stay cool



wow i am so cool

i knew i was cool

but not this cool

this is very cool

knowing how cool

believing i am cool

makes it cool



THIS is cool

knowing who IS cool

oh SO cool

beyond egotisti COOL



i am that cool

or whatever cool

is always cool

acting a fool