the Fraud of Love
I want love
Why
Why cant I have that
I want bliss
Die
So I can have that
Im at the feet of an angel
Who doesn’t exist
I made her in the painful vice of my grip
To take a sip
Of that enchanted water
When god shot beauty into this world
He either faked it or he missed
My heart throbs
I ache in loneliness
Beat by the mob
Beat by people who have never been kissed
They think their in love
Because they have partners
But they cant see from above
Behind that touch is a fist
They are used
And they are users
Some are chosen
And some are choosers
Getting their fixes
From sweet girls and vixens
Exchanging orgasm
For the good of god
Expanding cytoplasm
Into the fog
Why doesn’t love exist
It’s a fraud in the way it subsists
These mindless know-it-alls
Have love figured out
When passion falls
They blame it on life’s way
And somehow, that makes everything ok
About You
Your touch is with me always,
It’s burnt into my skin,
As soft and warm as sun rays
When a summer day sets in.
Your soft voice never silent,
It’s forever in my ears,
Serenading every moment
And calming all my fears.
Your arms always enfold me,
The strength of Angels wings,
They support and protect me wholly
With the safety a true love brings.
While I can never repay you,
For the wonder you bring to my life,
I can forever be true,
And forever be a true Wife.
- Nicola May Tucker
Unique
Everyone’s the same
Same issues, same pain
Im just another brain
on a canvas so mundane
Everyone hates their mom
And wants to kill their dad
We all reject the fad, get mad
And fall in love with rain
Im sick of if, Im sick of me
Im pissed off cant you see
I hate what you keep telling me
I hate society
Everyone wants to die
No one looks up at the sky
We wonder why we sit and cry
And explain it like know one else knows
We think our poems are so unique
Critique mine. What do you think
So rhythmic are we with pen and ink
All aching to fill in our holes
Stop replacing my thoughts with insipid filler
Turning me into a hateful killer
Your words are making me angry and bitter
Here comes the ball gag you naive acid spitter.
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Why am I here
No one needs me
So why am I here?
Anger feeds me
and I live in fear
No body cares
So why should I live
If they cry when I die
Its because I exist
Who’s fault is that?
Certainly not mine
So If you don’t mind
Im gonna go die
No one needs me
So why am I here?
I have yet to discover
A friend who is dear
Frankly I just don’t think that exists
And My quest to find it is feeding god’s bliss
No one needs me
so why am I here?
My life is a shell
Inside a tear
Of the few friends I have
two are not foes
That’s what I think
Not what I know
No on needs me
so why am I here?
Feather Tears
You wrote poems to my tears
To my heart, and to my mind
Im crying the feathers of you, my angel
Dimming the light that once shined
My lips quiver at the thought of your touch
That I never received, and it hurts so much
What happened to that aura of love
Devoid of your essence and the hope for us
What was it that I saw
In the star I couldn’t keep
What was that passionate feeling
That cradled me in my sleep
I indulged in your angelic vibes
Left with the articulate fabric you inscribed
It was with you that I could finally hide
It was in you that I could finally confide
My angel
My love
My counterpart
My dove
So loving from the start
We fit like a glove
My girl
My friend
You are my world
With out you I die
My happiness ends
My enchantress
My dream
My mistress
My queen
My princess
You mean
So much
To me
You were the light that shined
And now the light is haze
Blurry with uncertainties
The fog around the maze
My eyes tear up at the thought of your absence
At the end of this hallway there’s no more chances
And I cant freeze time because life advances
I cant freeze time to remain in this trance
Love is dead and cold
A withered rose inverted
A spoiled fruit so bitter
Emotionally inserted
Left with the acrid, film of the fact
That I am falling. Goodbye
I had a piece of you that spoiled
With sour pain I must die
Unknown
one day a pretty angel walked right up to me, and asked why i always sat deep in misery...i told her that id seen another, angel that looked just like her, but that the other was sorelytwisted, and made my life seem like a blur. with a simple laugh she helped me up , and dried the tears from out my eyes, and kissed me full with dove soft lips, and showed me to another sunrise...now i look upon that day, as tears stream slowly down my face, i remember how it felt to have an angel show some grace, but now the angels are far away, and i cant wait to see the day, when they come back with a bright sunrise, and have them smile and dry my eyes....
RANGE
OF
8
INCHES
LONG.
THE FUNCTIONING OF WHICH IS
ENJOYED
BY
MEMBERS
OF
BOTH
SEXES.
IS
USUALLY FOUND HUNG, DANGLING READY
LOOSELY
FOR
INSTANT
ACTION.
IT BOASTS OF A CLUMP OF
LITTLE
HAIRY
THINGS
AT
ONE
END
AND SMALL
HOLE AT THE OTHER. IN USE, IT
IS
INSERTED,
ALMOST
ALWAYS
WILLINGLY, SOMETIMES SLOWLY,
SOMETIMES
QUICKLY,
INTO
A
WARM,
FLESHY, MOIST OPENING WHERE
IT
IS
THRUST
IN
AND
DRAWN
OUT
AGAIN
AND AGAIN MANY TIMES IN
SUCCESSION,
OFTEN
QUICKLY
AND
ACCOMPANIED BY SQUIRMING BODILY MOVEMENTS.
ANYONE
FOUND
LISTENING IN WILL MOST SURELY
RECOGNIZE
THE
RHYTHMIC,
PULSING
SOUND, RESULTING FROM THE
WELL
LUBRICATED
MOVEMENTS.
WHEN
FINALLY WITHDRAWN, IT LEAVES
BEHIND
A
JUICY,
FROTHY,
WHITE
STICKY
SUBSTANCE, SOME OF WHICH WILL
NEED
CLEANING FROM
THE
OUTER
SURFACES OF THE OPENING AND
SOME
OF
FROM
ITS
LONG
GLISTENING
SHAFT. AFTER EVERYTHING IS
DONE
AND
THE
FLOWING
AND
CLEANSING
LIQUIDS HAVE CEASED
EMANATING,
IT
IS
RETURNED
TO
ITS
FREELY
HANGING STATE OF REST, READY
YET
FOR
ANOTHER
BIT
OF
ACTION,
HOPEFULLY REACHING ITS
BRISTLING
CLIMAX
TWICE
OR
THREE
TIMES A
DAY, BUT OFTEN MUCH LESS.
WHAT AM I???????
AS YOU MAY HAVE ALREADY
GUESSED,
THE
ANSWER !
TO
THE
RIDDLE
IS
NONE OTHER THAN YOUR VERY OWN...........
TOOTHBRUSH.........
what were you
thinking?
You PERVERT!
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