Currently untitled by PntOfNoReturn210, literature
Literature
Currently untitled
You toast to the few out there
with shoulders soggy from your tears.
Every sip is an attempt to drown
those memories behind every frown.
It's memories that forbid the past to end,
all the thoughts behind the bones that won't mend.
Siphon out the truth from the lies
and sift through how the words are percieved and implied.
Fille! Fille! dreaming dazedly
On a dock by the sea,
What wishful boy or song
Could seize thy sublime affection?
For what awkward reason or rhyme
Is it you sit alone tonight?
In what manner did he confess?
Did it not warrant a yes?
And what fear, & what hope
Could tremble the hands with each joke?
And when thy palms begin to sweat,
What cause trust? & what cause threat?
With what lust? with what desire?
Can change any boy into a liar?
With what motive? what dire cause?
Seeks its every victims flaws?
When the hosts mixed up their drinks
And armed the boys with their winks.
Did he offer one to you?
Did he mean it was he
The Red Light Mosh by PntOfNoReturn210, literature
Literature
The Red Light Mosh
Perhaps someone terribly late for work
or a husband mid-argument with his wife,
sped unyielding as the yellow light went dark.
As bloody as Shiloh and just as brief
Sounds of screeching tires rose to
like alarms bent on deterring a thief.
A girl driving a Mazda Six from Japan
pulls off the road onto the soil,
to check the state of her friend Marianne?
Now the wait begins. Just watch the oil
pool. Cars stitch together a trail like the train
of a wedding dress. The crashs thread from the spool.
Frustrated people crammed in cars like sardines.
How long until the kids in those bucket seats
mess up their cars, previously prist
There was a way the tourists trudged down the slopes;
Cattle herded by signs, You must be this tall to ride.
They wandered through the maze of ropes.
Fanny-pack clad kids with no sense of time
dragged their parents through the never-ending line.
Among all this there was just the six
of us with arms and legs all intertwined;
a regular can-can line without the kicks.
There were games of tag played merely with hips
and games of slaps until our palms burned.
Jokes and laugher escaped from our lips
and only ceased as the line neared out turn.
Now a letter is as close as we come:
How are you doing? I miss you old chum
Winters thawed, its that time of year,
as love ballads bleed from iPod speakers.
Silly girl Easter eggs are for kids
and love is only found in movie scripts.
You spread your legs, and they the rumors this time.
Just pray theyre the only thing to multiply.
I guess his front held; even through your shirts depart,
but he didnt unbutton your shirt to be closer to your heart.
So ignore those bells you heard as you kissed.
Youre just one of many on his cell phone list.
You were just his spring fling,
only a toy to play with for the time being.
Its just a slip of the tongue,
so just tell this boy your epic tale.
Its easy to gain confidence
armed with an eighty proof bottle.
Hes saying everything you wanted to hear.
The buzz kicks in and youre more than impressed.
Now even his textbook lines sound sincere
and you hardly notice his eyes locking with your chest.
Its time for a different slip of the tongue.
Just gulp it down; its time to settle.
Youve got questions fueled by a liquid lust.
Now youre dangerous with an eighty proof bottle.
Still haunted by the insecurities of which you never spoke?
Its ok. Drop to your k
comic book poetry exercise by PntOfNoReturn210, literature
Literature
comic book poetry exercise
The beginning of the end with every breath,
as another grain of sand piles in the glass.
Ultrasound, its as real as the water breaking.
Cue the long distance calls from friends and family.
Congrats are in order youre growing up. So,
trade your cases of beer for boxes of grape juice
and poker games for goldfish. But when youre awake,
at three in the morning, and your wifes torso
expands, remember Jessica Albas in your dreams.
Brand New at House of Blues by PntOfNoReturn210, literature
Literature
Brand New at House of Blues
The lights dimmed as I pushed my way forward,
past a couple attached at the tongue.
"My tongues the only muscle of my
body that works harder than my heart"
Cheers arose at the motion of the pick.
Hundreds of lips danced in harmony.
Epileptic shoes obeyed the drumsticks
colliding in the flashing lights.
Converse battled Vans for air. And
a lone flip-flop flew through the crowd,
barely missing that passionate pair,
obviously unaware of the performance.
The lights wheezed blue as the tempo slowed.
Hands never missing a beat, swayed.
Broad coarse hands struck lighters.
While dainty manicures dawned cell phones.
"It
Retrace each and every step,
Over and over.
Blasted music til my eardrums bled.
Encripted lyrics mock what's left unsaid.
Flirtacious glances
Missed chances
over and over
Expel these fatigued thoughts from my head,
just as they start to appear again.
Passionate kisses
Untamed wishs
over and over
Talked myself out of this and into another regret.
They'll be more where that came from by weeks end.
Inebriated liars
Unspoken desires
over and over
Retracing each and every worn out step,
Over and over,
Over and over.
Brand New at House of Blues by PntOfNoReturn210, literature
Literature
Brand New at House of Blues
The lights dimmed as I pushed my way forward,
past a couple attached at the tongue.
"My tongues the only muscle of my
body that works harder than my heart"
Cheers arose at the motion of the pick.
Hundreds of lips danced in harmony.
Epileptic shoes obeyed the drumsticks
colliding in the flashing lights.
Converse battled Vans for air. And
a lone flip-flop flew through the crowd,
barely missing that passionate pair,
obviously unaware of the performance.
The lights wheezed blue as the tempo slowed.
Hands never missing a beat, swayed.
Broad coarse hands struck lighters.
While dainty manicures dawned cell phones.
"It
comic book poetry exercise by PntOfNoReturn210, literature
Literature
comic book poetry exercise
The beginning of the end with every breath,
as another grain of sand piles in the glass.
Ultrasound, its as real as the water breaking.
Cue the long distance calls from friends and family.
Congrats are in order youre growing up. So,
trade your cases of beer for boxes of grape juice
and poker games for goldfish. But when youre awake,
at three in the morning, and your wifes torso
expands, remember Jessica Albas in your dreams.
Its just a slip of the tongue,
so just tell this boy your epic tale.
Its easy to gain confidence
armed with an eighty proof bottle.
Hes saying everything you wanted to hear.
The buzz kicks in and youre more than impressed.
Now even his textbook lines sound sincere
and you hardly notice his eyes locking with your chest.
Its time for a different slip of the tongue.
Just gulp it down; its time to settle.
Youve got questions fueled by a liquid lust.
Now youre dangerous with an eighty proof bottle.
Still haunted by the insecurities of which you never spoke?
Its ok. Drop to your k
Winters thawed, its that time of year,
as love ballads bleed from iPod speakers.
Silly girl Easter eggs are for kids
and love is only found in movie scripts.
You spread your legs, and they the rumors this time.
Just pray theyre the only thing to multiply.
I guess his front held; even through your shirts depart,
but he didnt unbutton your shirt to be closer to your heart.
So ignore those bells you heard as you kissed.
Youre just one of many on his cell phone list.
You were just his spring fling,
only a toy to play with for the time being.
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