Gord
2018-11-24 04:41 pm
Let's get lit Have you ever felt a time so lit, Like this. Blessed, dressed, Comfy sweaters, It's Christmas. Have you ever felt a time so lit. I guess, I'm dressed in it, I'll spend the whole day with my friends, Chilling. Mingling, God Willing, Song Singing, Painting pictures of my brothers swinging, I guess, I'm blessed because, I can feel it's Christmas. We get presents (ooh) We get Phillips Hues. Everything you wanted all year, I've got just for you. Let's get lit Have you ever felt a time so lit, Like this. Blessed, dressed, Comfy sweaters, It's Christmas. Have you ever felt a time so lit.
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Okileng
2018-07-22 10:04 pm
HI……… It’s about a half past midnight The time I always get my brain thinking of you Actually i don’t know if I just get my head thinking of you or you get in my head for me to think of you Six years down this hard life there is not a day I haven’t done that Its routinal it has to happen I hate you for hating me that much I know we all drowned but we didn’t die The silence gets louder and I am forced to think you’re not part of me any more But is that real Are the vows broken that easily The bonds we built every other time our lips touched Are they shattered that easily I don’t hate that you found love again Actually I too tried to find some one Though it didn’t just work out But I hate the way you keep silent on me Give a hi a day u don’t know how high that would lift me a day So if you loved me as u said u did some time Can you please share a second of your time with me a day Just to be sure we wish merry for each other Though it didn’t work between us GOODWINZ TIMOTHY
Gord
2018-04-03 07:08 am
Lemons lie, apt, Lime euchre too, Not unlike jazz. Timing foolish, Notation tulips, Rhythm moonlit, Foregoing movies then beauty. Routine flows like gravy, Poutine without cheese, Potato man, Potato head, But smell bueno, She relents.
Aria Rozo
2017-08-28 03:53 am
The coming winter should mark the death of my love, yet there is nothing to kill. For her unspoken words burn deeper than sunlight, light The Eclipse could not seal. The torrent is relentless Shakened, awake is the sea A sacrifice asked of fate For every victory Yet I've lost And so, you, I've won only for the smallest of eternities
Gord
2017-08-21 09:20 am
Words leave lips, A wall of sound, Then music hits, His voice lost, Words meaningless, Actions listless; His love awful, His verse aught too. The kids quickly learn to run home, Anyone who find ideals embarrassment, Ironically find the end of needles; Peering into the future, fetal, Their vision worthless unknown;
The Sophist
2017-03-06 12:00 am
Those Girls; They're Tasteless. Waist Lips Off-Shore to Faces. Beach Lips of Wasted.
Gord
2016-04-15 12:00 am
Oil as he lays his hands, Welts as he removes, He understands. Feeding the toll booth to greet the man as he arrives naked, Telling him to hide his shamefulness. He wins.
The Sophist
2015-05-13 12:00 am
A charge upon thee, Assault upon my person, Trigger of my dignity, Myth'll make it worsen, Find two and two as three, Head hung beneath a merkel, Abhoring Greek, Abhoring Roman, Abhor mythology. Abhor to write or speak. When weakness strong, And braveness weak. And as we sleep, No longer fly, No longer laugh, No longer climbing trees, Our dreams are gone, As a treat, We put pure reason in our mouths, Infected with disease. Veins infected too, Running to my finger tips, Swelling to the moon, Back into my wrist, Swaying to the tune, In need of amethyst. To cure me of my drunken state, Kiss me with your teeth, Make me feel your pain, Then kiss me with your drunken lips. Burn the greatest books, Whisper greatest stories, Slowly back away from bliss, Lying down, Accept defeat, Merrily, Ideas are but temperless.
wanderer
2015-05-05 12:00 am
I lie eagerly awaiting for your return exhilarated by the thought of your lips once again touching my famished soul anew, then by the light of the moon you hesitantly came, first, a gentle, subtle caress gingerly knocking on my sands then a gradual deluge, enveloping consuming, the whole stretch of my being and as I lie prostrate , ecstatic with our intimacy, you have once again retreated silently to the mighty vastness of your benefactor.., But you shall never be mine, for the ocean is a jealous lover. and I am eternally condemned to be your willing mistress caught in this perpetual longing waiting anticipating desiring For the next cycle....
The Sophist
2014-08-25 12:00 am
If you're called queer, but you aren't a gay, If you rub beards with the same fag, Maybe my lips are cleft, Might be my lazy eye, My sexuality is wild. Pharrell: Come dirty it up! I take off all my clothes, Prepare for masturbation, Acting all casual, Prepare an invitation, Ask her for licks and spanks too, No, No, No, Don't want to rape her, No, No, No, Men satisfy my anger. That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl, Not genderphobic, But you wouldn't know it, I'm afraid to show it, But I want girls, But I let guys blast me, My face gets nasty, All covered in man skeet, I'm talking bad times. Not genderphobic, You wouldn't know it, I'm afraid to show it, But I want girls, But they won't grab me, If I do they slap me, Gave up and got past it, Pharrell: Come dirty it up! Why do I dream poor? My life never screams fun, I spend nights on YouPorn, Used to all this dick in my face, Somebody fuck me, Oh, oh, oh, Who wants to fuck me? Oh, oh, oh, Smoke dimes, Come fuck me. I take off all my clothes, Prepare for masturbation, Acting all casual, Prepare an invitation, Ask her for licks and spanks too, No, No, No, Don't want to rape her, No, No, No, Men satisfy my anger. That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl, Not homophobic, But a little bit dope sick, AIDs epidemic, Got me all butt hurt, On which sex I should marry, Not based on who loves me, I'm talking a party, I'm talking bad times, Not homophobic, But a little bit dope sick, Let's hope I don't get, Stuck without girls, Or without laughing, At a guy that's jacking, Me off in his panties. Pharrell: Come dirty it up!
The Sophist
2014-08-20 12:00 am
All that follows may be cheap. A 'squito bite from a 'siah kiss No mas, this mass a mess, 'Spose we're 'spose to say we're bless', Well bless it ought to fess, A feeling for a million fools, Is wanton for a prince. Yet elegant amiss, Fools dancing on the Sun's drying lips, As though it were a tryst, Forcing Cosmos to a fit, Perhaps the sun is but a tool, Reflecting light, Projecting an abyss, Perhaps there's dimensions we can't see, We dream beyond 3D, Yet teach it in our school, Rest inside to silence screams, Our origins never will be seen, Although it would be cool, All that follows may be cheap.
The Sophist
2014-07-22 12:00 am
I hear a voice, A voice that is screaming, Words with no meaning, From lips I can't lean to, If I try. By chance or by choice, By passion or comfort, One or one hundred, Sounds you can run through, In your mind. If you give it a try, You can accidentally bike out onto the road, Get hit by a car, You can get drunk and die, Body falls on a button, Makes the world explode, It isn't that hard. If you're not young or retarded. Theseisms destroy, All classical meaning, Those labels you're dreaming, I'm going to eschew them, If you try. Sit back and rejoice, I'm not trying to free you, Nor'm I trying feed you my truth, View beauty in tandem, Anytime. Life isn't a crime, Keep your mind on a lovely abode, Eyes watching the north star, You can get drunk and not die, Live all that is written, 'tis the will of the poet, La palmure! J'am trop tard!¹ Soft sophist; sophisticated hardly. Footnotes: 1. La palmure...tard "The web! I'm too late!"
The Sophist
2014-06-30 12:00 am
I advise, 20 some-odd years of life, To adhere, To live for four more years, And the reason to live for; Four more years. Do I love you? I refuse to answer, So the answer's no, I walk home heart-broke, Coat-less in the cold, A propos of the wet snow. Carving names in cave walls with a bone, I plan a life before me in stone, Four more years for us all, And if the fall doth happen, Four more years for us all, I rise, Rags to riches and homeless again, No fear, In the four year plan. I devise, To never be homeless again, My reason to live for; My own device. If you want to run, I will take you there, Somewhere beautiful, Eclipses everywhere, Full-on inscrutable, Just live for four more years.
The Sophist
2014-05-28 12:00 am
From dying lips was told, A tale of winters melting wax, Turning summers cold. Stranger tales we will betell, I'm sure, Stranger sights we will behold. Forever we will speak the truth, Except regarding days of yore.
The Sophist
2014-05-26 12:00 am
If you could go back and change your life, You look back on your strife? Would I go back and change mine? I look back and my life is changed daily. For the better? Questionable. I look back at my life deranged gayly. For the most part; Insatiable. Satiated in my adolescence with hot knives hot paperclips unwinded on hot tables while a hot ocean waited for hot iron; Not able. Enough quotes from a world of war to be the next supreme gentleman, I changed my life enough to know that truth is irrevocable, I'd choke a bull for a chance at life less like a festival of Bedouins negligible.
Kodyboi
2014-05-07 12:00 am
You have to swear Swear to love loving me, This trailer will last forever, We must have a story-book ending. With a happy end game. I swear to never go away. I swear to never put aside, The things I'm gonna say. To the stagehand, I will never confide. Use your eyes only to look at me. Use your piss-soaked, whore mouth, Only to kiss my whore lips. We are branches of the 21st century. You can laugh only if you laugh at me. You can cry only if you cry for me. Forget what you're condemned to be. Can't you see? You filthy cur, You always were, You always will be. You used to Willoughby so nice I should see a doctor, Who could keep trains from hitting me. But A jealous woman would suffice, She makes it easy to see coffers. She knows I'll defrost to keep pace. Opinion will change, but at steep cost. It also may take a while, So smile for the time being. I'm feeling poor in the stomach, My head is spinning and I feel like a fool. I think it's about time I change the rules.
Known Chumpsky
2014-05-06 12:00 am
God and I touched lips, and we tongue kissed. Man, if God's a guy I'll be so pissed. You can have him, to shoot orgasms across each others' backs in a dark bathroom. I refuse to take God's cock in my asshole. I'd take God out to dinner so I can meet his sister and fuck her. I heard she's younger and tighter, and when it comes to looks, I heard she's better. I begin to bestir; I'm afraid that God's a mister, and I want to fuck his sister.
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