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 May 2015
Michael Humbert
Destructive beauty
Singed into my retinas
Violent longing
 May 2015
Camellia-Japonica
***
Heart throbbing
Mind racing
Breath panting
Pores sweating
Nails clawing
Lips locking
Tongues dancing
Skin tingling
Back arching
Mind altering
Eyes closing
Mouths moaning
Fingers finding
Hair pulling
Voice growling
Senses overloading
Being tingling
Blood singing
Body aching
Sleep **coming!
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12/05/2015
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 May 2015
Michael Humbert
Hatred, agony in your wake
You'll repent upon the stake
Flames licking clean your crime
Your memory forevermore in grime

Bite your tongue
Your song is sung
******* villain
Your guts are spilling
 May 2015
Samantha Ellis
i wanna drink up your love
and swallow it twice
for you i'll be naughty,
**** being nice

push me against a wall
bite my neck and my ear
tell me i'm a bad girl
and let the neighbors hear

let me make you feel
let me make you moan
let me taste your skin
let me not be alone
probably gonna delete, was really feeling this at first and then got bored like always and couldn't finish good.
 Apr 2015
Helen
chasing tails at the party
gorging on what's on offer
the girls were so easy
it's like we shouldn't have bothered

the guys at the party tried so hard
but it was easy to give it up
a six pack and shots of Tequilla
made us easy from the start


driving down the 94
got the stereo on repeat
every nasty word of each song
beats a hollow path to my feet

because my mouth is humming
and the playback is da tune
that keeps his feet tapping
wanting his **** just to swoon

and take me to the five and dime
where I
think we first met
he let me lick his lollipop
oh how easy it was to forget


Oh ****! She be holding a piece
to the head of a stupid man
someone working for minimum wage
but I can totally understand

How come she be tripping me
while I be raging in my jeans
sitting tight in the parking lot
watching her in her Greed

but in my Gluttony
I be acting ten times the ****
waiting 'til she pulls the trigger
Wondering if that is all she got
Greed - wanting what others have.
Gluttony - taking more than you need.
There are vampires, but they like to feed on blood and they do it because they have to, to exist.

The werewolf has to feed because it is in their nature and meat becomes their prey.

Zombies are cursed and that is why they feed the way they do.

But me, I do what I do for the sheer pleasure of it and you would be shocked if you knew how many people like me were out there in this world of ours.

You see, I am what you would call a cannibal and if you even tasted human flesh, then you would understand how it is an amazing required taste.

And the fear of my victims makes that taste so much sweeter, the mingling of their sweat is just mouth watering and they just so much better when they have to feel pain.

Mind you, heavy smokers can be a bit annoying because you get that smell of nicotine in the air when you fry up their lungs.

There are so many of us about, have you ever wondered about those exclusive restaurants where you find it difficult to be able to book a table.

Where if you order the sausages it has so much great flavour and the gravy is just so delicious.

Next time and look around at those regulars that always seem to get a table, that look is not the expectation of the food but the wonder of what you might taste like.

I've had it all, Indian, Mexican, Chinese and nothing seems to beat a nice English roast.

But never complain to the management because the next time you might find yourself on the menu.

Sooner or later we are going to get you, we might cut you to pieces as you are still alive, because as I said before, the flesh tastes so much better that way.

Maybe we could boil you alive like a lobster, I've done that so many times to my victims.

I know the neighbour was having some problems with some teenagers but they have disappeared now.

So I decided to celebrate and have a barbeque and invite everyone, the food will taste like nothing you've tasted before.

Yes I'm going to invite you over to join us, we would love to have you over for dinner.
copyright Chris Smith 2010
 Apr 2015
PrttyBrd
What do I have on this empty white surface
This wordless page mocks my pen
There is no life, there is no death
There is only... (dot, dot, dot)

Emotionless indifference pulled to the unknown
A course not yet plotted
A map, as yet, undrawn
Precision of thought can't connect the dots
There is only... (dot, dot, dot)

No fear or apprehension
A new world awaits
The first step, a new life
Still, there is an unwritten story
And I am mocked by this empty white page
There is only... (dot, dot, dot)
42915
I do so enjoy working with Jude.  So talented and kind. Always such a pleasure to share words.  

Thank you, Jude, for the opportunity to pick your brain and share time. :)
 Apr 2015
Chris
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She collected sea shells
I collected sand
She searched for the perfect one
I reached down my hand

I carried a bucket
A basket she did whirl
Mine was filled with tiny grains
Hers with mother of pearl

She came out each morning
Me, just late at night
She adored the sunrise
I loved the moon light

Then one day it happened
My alarm clock didn’t ring
I woke to a rising sun
It was the weirdest thing

I ran down to the shoreline
My bucket in my hand
It’s then I saw her gorgeous face
While I collected sand

I found a perfect seashell
And watched her eyes grow wide
She held out her basket
I placed the shell inside

Then she reached down before me
And gathered in her hand
I held out my bucket
She filled it up with sand

And now each day and evening
We walk along the shore
She told me that she loves me
And her I do adore

So if you see us out there
Strolling hand in hand
Know...she’s collecting sea shells
And I’m collecting sand
Just for fun........
 Apr 2015
Mike Essig
Poetry as a mental illness.
Interesting proposition.

Poets do not see like others.
Poets do not feel like others.
Often, they do not live like others.
Ergo: Poets are not like others.

Assuming others are normal
(assuming that normal exists)
then poets are not normal.

Does that make poetry a mental illness?

I haven't a clue and the mad-hatter
is throwing a party for which
I cannot be late. Forget normal.
Come along. We shall take tea
and play croquet with
flamingoes and hedgehogs,
while speaking in puzzles and rhymes.

That feels normal enough to me.
   ~mce
Normal: a nonexistent mental state.
 Apr 2015
Camellia-Japonica
Would you like to be a fly on my wall?
voy·eur  (voi-yûr′)
n.
1. A person who derives ****** gratification from observing the naked bodies or ****** acts of others, especially from a secret vantage point.
2. An enthusiastic observer of sordid or sensational subjects.
[French, from Old French, one who lies in wait, from voir, to see, from Latin vidēre, to see; see weid- in Indo-European roots.]
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29/04/2015
01:33 BST
 Apr 2015
Justin G
Lets go for a joy ride
I want to take you on a trip
Straight down enormity
I'm talking grand larceny
Trespassing
You know
A little vandalism
Here and there
I think
It'll be fun
To raid someone's home
Degrade their throne
Take what's theirs
And break their phones
Lets not care for fear
We have no time for tears
Just spit in their face
And tear up the place
Paint the ceilings red
if you have too
Just don't forget
To spray the walls
Along with each door
Because we can't leave any
Witnesses
We're still going to need a few
Graves to **** on
My crack at the crimespree challenge.
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