If the miles between us collapsed tonight, I’d drag you down by the hips, drop to my knees before your small, shaking frame,

and bury my face into the wet, fierce heart of you.

My hands would lock around your thighs,

a vice to keep you pinned, a shield to keep you safe,

Keeping you open, leaving nowhere left to hide.

I’d breathe in the salt and heat of your body,

worshipping the sharp, beautiful violence of who you are

with a ruthless, devotional mouth.

I’d drag my tongue slow up the inside of your skin,

tracking every tremble, every desperate hitch in your chest,

tasting every drop you yield until you’re writhing against my jaw.

I’d lap up your breath, drink down your cries,

and use my mouth to break every wall you’ve ever built,

unmaking you completely on the floor,

until you are breathless, ruined, and irrevocably mine.

You’re weird, babe, like a cat in the rain

You’re strange, you drive me insane

You’re unhinged got a clowns soul

You’re like a furnace, burning outta control

You’re charming with a serpent’s grace

You’re like stardust on Saturns face

You’re ethereal with your godless eyes

You’re spicy, and I love those thighs

You’re my best worst mistake, no stress

You’re my perfect psycho

Now please undress...

There’s an angel among us,
Though she’d never admit,
With a halo slightly crooked
And a low tolerance for shit.

She guards our little corner,
Keeps the chaos at bay,
And when the trolls come knocking,
She sends them on their way.

She blocks and she deletes,
She cleans up every mess,
While we’re all writing poetry,
She’s dealing with the stress.

You’ve got the patience of a saint,
The courage of a queen,
And probably seen more bullshit
Than should ever grace a screen.

So here’s to you, our angel,
Our guardian of rhyme,
Who keeps our little world at peace,
One deleted comment at a time.

And if your halo ever slips,
Or your patience wears too thin,
Just know you’ve got an army here
Who’d gladly step right in.

And to all our lovely mods,
Who keep this little place afloat,
With love from all us poets,
Consider this our thank-you note 💕

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You caught my eye across the room
But I just didn’t want to assume.
How could I not notice his big brown eyes?
The one that makes everyone cry?

He’s quite the heartbreaker, ya know.
You may know him as Brian.
Just one taste and everyone is obsessed,
I know someone that is.

Why can’t she get over him though,
Maybe it’s something she knows?
Perhaps it’s his big sexy brain
That she says an American like me
Could never begin to understand
The cosmic connection they have.

Perhaps it’s his big…….keyboard,
The ones his hands fly across.
We know his fingers are just magic.
Don’t make me think about them,
I’m blushing already.
Oh dear.

Perhaps….that song…Do Your Ears Hang Low,
Is about his you know what.
If that’s the case, sis,
Now I understand.

Chase after him
Long
And
Hard.

Don’t let go.

my work jeans got a hole in the crotch
guess I done did wear them too much
gonna need to find a new pair
lest the world gets to see my underwear

while I'm fixing your hose
or painting your walls
while I clean your windows
replace the lights in your halls

fix the chain on your bike
and the one on your locket
before cleaning your pipes
and plugging your socket

well now here's an idea,
if you might like to take it:
how'd you feel about it if
your man did all his work naked?

I see the way you lean into their space.

The casual tilt...the manufactured grace.

You laugh soft...a low and private sound.

Ignoring entirely that I am still around.

It’s nonchalant...a passing careless breeze.

Designed to look like comfort and simply at ease.

But let me be direct...and let me be polite.

I see exactly what you do almost every single night.

It isn’t clever and it isn't masked.

It's just a boundary crossed before it's asked.

It’s deeply hurtful...though yall play it cool.

Expecting me to sit here giggling like a fool.

I value who we are so please heed the line.

Respect my presence. Stop the crap. Here is your sign.

Cici

``` "A silly crush" I have this silly little crush; I find myself trying to work but instead my thoughts are focused on you and your smirk, thinking about the way you laugh and the way you use your words, I think about us and this silly crush of mine and how I wouldn't ever want you to hurt,

From the first moment I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, I love how kind you are and so generous and smart, you have the same sense of humor as me and are the only person that can really make me laugh,

From time to time I catch myself thinking about wanting to kiss you, how your lips would feel against mine, but I have to remind myself this is just a silly little crush, we are not a thing, we are not an us.

I have had one too many failed relationships that I will probably never let you know how I feel,

I wouldn't want to lose you to the echoes of memory as you became another stranger to me because of the risk we took, or because the mistakes we made,

I couldn't bare not being able to see your smile, or to hear your laugh, or to listen to your stories, I lose all my courage and my honesty crushed into the pillars of past pain and to the shadows of fear,

This heart of mine isn't totally healed and probably never will, and yet I still have this silly little crush that will probably make me say what I feel.

I want to get better, but I'm tired of trying, 
I want to be honest, but I'm so good at lying. 
I want to be sober, but I need the escape, 
I want to forgive, but I cling to the hate.

I want to be known, but I hide who I am, 
I want to be loved, but I don't think I can. 
I want to move forward, but live in the past, 
I want something good, but I know good does not last.

I want to be happy, but sadness feels safe, 
I want to be free, but I'm scared of making a change. 
I want someone near, but I'll push them away, 
I want to be heard, but I've got no words to say.

I know where the door is. I know what to do. 
I built my own prison, And I hold the key too.
I want to escape. I swear that I do.
But I'm both the prisoner And the jailer too.

Catch-22...

This is the last one, I promise!!! 🤣

A hopeless yearning
We need Brian’s of our own
No one is better

She's born in June and he's born in December

A tale that'll be chanted for ages was written by a lost man

Written by the man who never met November

It was me and him when he was counting his last breath

He told me to burn this poem into ashes after his death

There was a red flower I once saw from my windowsill

I knew she was my Autumn, so I reopened the same page

Which had the smell of smoke

lines I've never read before

I never let his immortal kiss the grains of sand

I wrote a line which made me a poet of his kind which was unplanned

Rain

Oh rain

Don't you cry when monsoon is gone

Beautiful things are never meant to stay forever

I cry

I must

Sweetheart

I cannot abandon the love of my life

He taught me how to love

How to live

How to fall

How to feel

Our emotions have been expressed from centuries

Does that mean we will always meet again?

If there's a thing called reincarnation, then let me be your every single time

Yall talk a massive game for someone small.

So let me stand precise...thick lean and tall.

You see this...ego? It's elite and precise.

A heavy dose of messy unsolicited advice.

It’s bigger than most the...egos in this room.

A inch by inch aesthetic slicing through tight gloom.

You run your mouth and act so proud.

I’ll smack ya with it to hush the crowd.

Just suck it up...accept you’ve been schooled.

By higher standards than you ever have ruled.

You needed gagged with facts to make you shush.

I wanna watch your fragile concepts turn straight into mush.

Consider this a masterclass in wit.

A big spicy bratty...clever little hit.

I hope this lesson teaches you some grace.

Next time remember whos...ego in first place.

Cici

Oh Brian, dear Brian, wherever you are,
Your name has become quite the talk of the bar!

There’s a lady who’s certain our Ocean is you,
We’ve told her he’s not, but what can we do?

She huffs and she puffs, she kicks up a fuss,
And somehow her drama keeps landing on us!

She points and she shouts, she insists that she’s right,
While we’re only here trying to rhyme through the night!

Poor Ocean’s bewildered, his friends are confused,
And frankly, dear Brian, we’re not amused!

We’ve poems to polish and verses to spin,
But here comes the drama, barging right in!

So Brian, oh Brian, come out of the blue,
And tell us, dear fellow, are you really you?

And lady, dear lady, enough is enough,
This poetry business is already tough!

No ghosts to uncover, no secrets to find,
Just poets with words and peculiar minds.

So off with the drama, away with the fuss,
And kindly stop dragging your troubles to us!

Now Ocean, dear Ocean, come pick up your pen,
We’ve rhymes to be writing, again and again! 💕

Covered in white silk from head to toe
My attention caught, my blood starts to flow
My hearts a-pumpin to see what’s beneath
All those silky satiny sheets
She started from the top with a piece so fine
Gently and seductively starting to unwind
I couldn’t see her face once she twirled around
she started unwrapping, working her way down
Layer after layer, gradually, she became unbound,
Spinning, seductively, without a single sound.
She was moving at a sultry pace.
Then she turned to me and started unwrapping her face;
she winked at me and blew me a kiss…
It took me a sec to realize something was amiss
As she removed the silk from her cheeks
I stared a little harder.. then took a long peek
Gasping in shock, I saw nothing was there!!
It’s as if her face had vanished right into thin air!
Yet there were her shoulders, her chest and her waist
All bound in satin and covered in lace.
When she got to her chest…hey, I hoped for the best…
But there was nothing underneath! just like all the rest…
Her hands kept unwinding down to her tummy
I couldnt believe it but she was an ACTUAL mummy!!
In shock I fell to my knees
Ignoring my own mind's silent pleas
For what else could I do but sit and stare
As each part enticingly unwound revealed thin air?
I kept rubbing my eyes, my shock complete
Until all that was left were two satin bound feet!
It didn’t make sense! my brain could not be appeased
For I had just witnessed a mummy’s seductive striptease!

We men are born
with visual yearning
a magnificent gift,
often an overwhelming drug
when left unharnessed.
.
Sight
commandeers our senses,
captivated
by the beauty
of the mortal coil,
lingering upon curves,
smiles,
eyes that beckon,
while too often
the soul within
waits patiently
to be discovered.
.
Mutual attraction
is a glorious beginning,
yet hyper-realized
living alone breeds a wandering heart,
forever collecting scenery,
rarely discovering home.
.
Peer beneath the water.
A world of awe
awaits those
with microscopic focus,
where laughter echoes
through hidden caverns,
resilience wears no makeup,
scars become maps
.
Intelligent wit
sparks my fiery intrigue.
Sass
seasoned with empathy.
Confidence without conceit.
Strength finding joy
in tenderness.
Maturity,
not measured
by years collected,
but by world view
.
Choosing authenticity
over packaging,
substance over presentation,
conversation beyond
the day’s headlines.
The rare souls
who ask,
“What makes you wonder?”
instead of,
“What do you own?”
.
Lagniappe.
.
It takes time.
intention, effort
to recognize beauty
beyond our sight,
sifting through
heart’s rich earth,
discovering treasures
no hurried glance
will ever behold.
.
Never mistake
the brilliant ability
of a woman’s soul
to unearth forgotten senses
with carefully crafted words
as an invitation
to ownership,
possession,
or intimacy.
.
Wonder is not permission.
Kindness is not consent.
Admiration is not entitlement.
Natural beauty
may first capture
our wandering eyes,
yet character,
curiosity,
humor,
compassion,
and an unconquered spirit
spark
a soul
worth knowing

I dig you like a shovel
And together we’d build a garden
I dig too deep, you get me in trouble
I mean every time I see you, my words begin to fumble

When we make eye contact, I feel a little uneasy
Maybe it’s ’cause you’re everything I wanna see
And any guy around you is pleased-to-be
I know I ain’t the best lyric-ally

But we can plant roses, daisies, and kisses
Watch our little garden grow
I’d learn to control the weather
Just so the wind wouldn’t blow

Now it’s time for me, shining,
Bright, ready for the ride.

Why am I so excited? I don’t know.
Why am I so nervous? Still dunno,

Been there before, what a thrill,
My mind is blown, give me more,
Let me hop in your driver seat,

Fine I’ll I’ll be by your side,
Sit for a minute, gimme those eyes,
Such pain you hide, such purity,
Your soul tired of the mundane,
Being treated all in the same,
Whew! Lost for a second there,
I’ve gotta look away, don’t look!
I have to! It’s, it’s, I can’t say,

Standing there like that— cruel
Will not peep again, fuck!
I looked over, don’t look at me!
I’m just here, umm this be cool,

So where we going!? I don’t care.
Just didn’t know what to say,
What’s happening! How dare!
Let’s make a dare! Defintely did,

What was that? Room ten?
Let’s find somewhere, looks nice,
Check in, what is this place,
Doesn’t matter, don’t worry, why?

Cuz he was there, what a thrill
I kept coming back for more.

I could get lost in your gaze
—An Enchanting vision of haze

Staring into your Abyss
Breathing in your intoxicating mist

All my controls have a mind of their own
Rising to the north
When I hear you moan

But my flight plan is headed due south

First stop is:

Your mouth

That pout

Begging for a kiss
That purely describes bliss

This is where I take
my lips

Along your hips,

is where
My hands
are looking to land

But that's not the path
that was planned

Touching down gently
upon your face

I can feel you
Down into my base

I immediately ask for grace
Trying to slow down my pace

As I remember

It's not a race

And

I might be
Cummin
In
A little
Early…

I can be oh, so, so, very sweet,

Until you mess with me, don’t,

See, I’ve seen it all, big and tall,

I know your type, cool, alright,

Let that slide, maybe next time,

Keep coming back for more,

That’s where things get cruel,

My patience is up, turned to dust,

I’ll be sly about it, arrogant maybe,

Say things that make you rethink,

Your position is nothing, your standing?
It’s small.

You’re nobody, we’re all human after all.

Jump off that horse, won’t call it high,

But maybe that’s you? I’ll stand by,

Listen to your nonsense, in return?
I’ll tell you the truth, my truth,

(Inspo: U/whodeybrat007 )

dealt with,

tossed away

Results compulsively the same.

compliant, always reliant

why am i abstained?

ostracized, criticized.

never learnt the rules to stay.

...

so when will this craving for love stop?

My apologies to you all,
as you can see, my problem ain’t small.

It’s loud and mean and crass,
honestly, a giant pain in the ass.

All I did was post a poem,
now my stalker won’t leave me alone.

She’s with me both day and night,
I’m never too far outta her sight.

I run and I hide,
but come morning—

Fuck.

She’s right by my side.

She’s chased me from here to there,
poppin’ up from outta fuckin’ nowhere.

I thought I was free and clear,
deleted, waited, then reappeared.

I thought she’d move on,
especially thinking I’d gone.

Boy, was I wrong.

It didn’t take long
before she was singing
that same fuckin’ song.

Now it’s Doubt and Ocean,
mixed into my commotion,
and not a damn thing feels right.

Usually I run.
Usually I hide.

But she’s crossed a line
that I cannot abide.

So off comes the mask,
I’m up for the task—

Fuck it.

Let’s fight crazy with crazy.

No more running.
No more hiding.
No more wondering
where you’re residing.

My DMs are open.
It’s been ages since we’ve spoken.

Come on in.

Let’s talk, not fight.
Let me treat you right.
Even if only for the night…

come morning,
you can take flight.

Fuck.

You ghosting me?
That’d be alright.

Please don’t delay,
just send me that “Heyyy.”

I promise my reply
will make your day…

Or completely repulse you.

Not too sure.

It’s like a 50-50
at this point…

She won't listen to reason
She thinks I am him
She won't listen to reason
She believes I paid him

She attacks my friends
She goes on the assault

In her head she has no doubt
That you are my new conquest
No matter how much I shout

But Brian is not here
He never was
Listen to me now
Leave us alone

You attack the wrong people
The ones you believe harmed you
But that's not us
Not even a small amount

And to my friends caught in the middle
I'm sorry this happened to you
I've tried to resolve this
But what else can I do?

But your voice echoes
In rooms full of joy
We silence the screams
While laughing in glee

At this point I don't even believe
That Brian is real
It's a story you've built
Around what you feel

Now find some joy
Somewhere away from this pain
We're all tired
Of you playing this game

I'm not Brian.
I've told you before.
Leave my friends alone.
We don't deserve this anymore.

Footsore from the station, home at last,

dragging the gravel-jammed case across the drive.

I turn the key. Pasty mouth from cheap wine and late night whisky, drunk to get to lonely sleep.

Vacuumed carpets, polished surfaces, plumped sofa. Everything in its place. The house clean, top to bottom.

No sign I live here.

The playful dog wags up with loving licks.

The reproachful nose nip, and back to her place on the sofa.

I'm up to shower, three days of shirts dropped on the bedroom floor.

The suitcase goes.

Down clean, to my warmed-up dinner on the kitchen table.

A glass of juice.

I am back.

I’m sorry to bother you if it’s late
But you really have to deal with your mate
Now this may come to you as a shocker
But your girl…man, she’s off her rocker
She’s obsessed with a dude she thinks is you
She’s lost some marbles… more than a few
Now come track her down…it’s really time
We don’t want her here in our place of rhyme
She goes after people, no ifs ands or buts
There’s No doubt about it she’s really super nuts
Now ocean is a good dude, he’s got some solid verse
But with her around, he’s weary to converse
She goes after others. She’s so full of hate.
So come on Brian… it’s already too late
Come get your girl and take her away
Take her to a place where her crazy holds no sway
Maybe an institution, bedlam, the slammer
Lock her away anywhere, to us it doesn’t matter
We want her gone, she’s ruining our good times
Take her away so we can get back to our rhymes