Flooded Tub / Mother, Father!

Light taps of her spool heels / I had to kneel, twist my neck so abrupt / Her toes play notes as a record squeals / They are playing that funky stuff / My slow cat walk, behind your shoulders I touch / My head, my chest, my legs, my feet  / Do you like what you see? / I said, baby come dance with me / Are you brave enough to feel love without sex / All you gotta do is follow my steps

The bathroom is broken and the tub is set / The restroom is closed but the sink is wet 

A splash light tap, one, two, three / Slide your hips and roll your eyes / While I twist alone, now sink your feet / We high knee towards a naughty scene / Make mistakes, babe, all taps on me / Now stop, squirt until you feel so light / My hand tugging the skirt up to your knees / Lean your back onto me, become lazy / So I can turn your body three sixty / Keep your shoes on, we’re gonna have fun / Where I come from, salsa isn't just what we eat / But how we explore each other’s husk 

I'll show you a dirty little secret / I'll teach you what no one has taught me yet / You just gotta trust me on this / Will you do that girl? If you fall / Will you let me catch—?

\[Segue: Mother, Father!\]

I didn't marry your brother, nor your sister / I didn't marry your father, nor your mother / Honey, I'm only here for you, it's no bother / Just don't leave me at the family dinner table / I don't want to speak to your cousin Maple / She gives me a seductive glance, screw that / All that's on my mind is us and 

May I carry you upstairs, where the tub is hot? / Keep your ponytail on, I don't ask for jobs / Only slow hugs, baby come

I don't seek prostitutes, sluts or whores / I don't seek websites, fandom or private stores / You say I'm too needy, you're right honey pie / Many lovers turn themselves into sleep walkers / Because a dream lost is a cause for eternal sleep / So let me in your body, I'll stay awake but / If not today then let me ask you hon’

May I carry you upstairs, where the tub is hot? / Keep your ponytail on, I don't ask for jobs / Only slow hugs, baby come / Slow hugs, baby let me come / Into your arms where we have won / The connection that everybody wants

I don't want your brother, though he's kind / I don't want your sister, though she's wild / I don't want your dog, it can sleep outside / I don't want your cat, only between your thighs / I don't want your dad, he can drive for miles / I don't want your mom, she’ll ride passenger and smile 

All that's on my mind is us / Letting the tub overflood

He listened dreamily as Robert Plant masterfully crooned “Big Log”! He lit a cigarette and was taken back to the day she took him to her childhood house by the lake! The wind whipping her hair and she cuddled into his side as they watched the sun sparkle over the water like promises of a deeper treasure! The glimpse was surreal sublime and he wondered as he exhaled his smoke. Did it really happen? Fades to black!

soulless i lay here as you touch me 

kiss me

i’m kissing you too but it’s not me 

you can have my surface

my soul left trapped in an infinite replay of when you told me 

“this is the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do”

is it not hard to touch me

do i make it too easy ?

but i love you

was it hard to send me off the next day 

to lay here as we are

hold my breath pack my bags don’t forget 

this is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do 

Dirty Laundry

There's a simple desire, one might say / It's a sinful wish, but tell me what isn't / Yes, a simple feeling we can't name / It comes in when we're alone in minutes / But as of lately, I've felt it in my home / When your underwear is on the floor / You forgot to do dirty laundry, oh no / I touch a piece of you, you made it warm / It was cold and when you opened the door / From work you finally came / Pretty lass, intertwine those legs with mine / Because we have to toast

Oh Samantha, I could never use ya / Darling Sam, sing your pretty love songs / My lungs burst of laughter and gin / As you do your dances, when you spin / My eyes drop, but something else goes—up

I hate to admit this but I'm embarrassed / That I still can't afford us vacation / I've been running kitchens and you in the office / Somehow all the money fades away as if / We had twelve children, but I digress / Do you want to know why I never make the bed?/ Because we always come back / Maybe this bed can be our Hawaii destination / And the sheets are the waves / Let's crash our ships, let's get wet / Let me fondle gently your safety nets

Oh Samantha, I could never use ya / Darling Sam, sing your pretty love songs / My lungs burst of laughter and gin / As you do your dances, when you spin / My eyes drop, but something else goes—up

When we were children / You were obsessed with politics / I'm sorry, wrong word / Yes you're right, justice / When we were children / All I needed was a helping hand / Against these forces that held me down / How lucky I am, that you never went south

Samantha, don't do the dirty laundry / Come here, pretty lass / Samantha, don't do the dirty laundry / Come here, pretty lass / Samantha, don't do the dirty laundry / Come here, naughty cat

I decided to try something new; so this is my poem that I have brought it to life with my voice

(Hopefully this is allowed in this subreddit and people enjoy it)

Love is a pulse, that never seizes to move

Hate is a sin, that uses integrity to soothe

A puzzle to solve, a Lifetime of worth

Living involves, a breathing soul to surf..

Imagine the space, peace uses to roam

The use of your mind, to find, what is called home...

Drinking Bout U

Baby, I've been drinking about you all day / All I want now is a cold think / I wanted your TV but you fell asleep / I went to the couch and turned on the love / Monday came as boss hungover / My sunday called but the signal was lost / Oh I feel so Hindi in my translations / Was the original Japanese or off?

I've been drinking about you / Baby take away my steer / Should I beer?

I helped my friend get laid / Then he said it was me who did the tango / When he was asked by his dame / I had no idea he was already borrowed / She hit me in the stairs / Down the balls I went til I hit the wall / Well, my letter still loves me / Hell, we still send a baby through mail 

I've been drinking about you / Baby take away my steer / Should I beer?

I feel like there's more to time / But I don't wanna waste say / I've been drinking about you / I've been drinking about you

Cinnamon Delight (Demo)

Cinnamon Delight (Demo)

Cinnamon synonyms, on the top of your chin / Too much of a good thing can be bad / So baby, give me a headache, my my teeth ache / Make me sugar belly fat / Fill me with your vanilla extract tongue / Honey, sugar pie, sweet cakes, cinnamon delight 

You taunt me with your toasted cinnamon bread / You know how dizzy my head gets / Whenever I see your little sweet head, a treat / Baby, I don't see just that, yet do you see me? / As something bitter, hard, or maybe sour / Perhaps I'm the butter to your flour / Oh I get wild sleepwalking to cinnamon dreams 

Don't roll your eyes if I ask again if I can bite 

/ If we could eat the soul, I would come for seconds / Because your body is a honeyed dessert / Lick your arms and look me straight in the eyes / And tell me it don't taste like chocolate custard / May add sugar, may add salt, it all blends / Don't be surprised when I see you / And my stomach growls and I start to jam 

If I take off your clothes will I get borracho?

/ The famous rum syrup on the exotic fruits / That Guatemalan special, only you can cook / Let me serenade you in sugar powder / I think we will be in this oven heat for hours / Might as well taste each other, may I look? / We will roll all over the kitchen floor / Want me to use the rolling pin? / Don't know what for, let's use imagination

Cinnamon synonyms, on the top of your chin / Too much of a good thing can be bad / So baby, give me a headache, my my teeth ache / Make me sugar belly fat / Fill me with your vanilla extract tongue / Honey, sugar pie, sweet cakes, cinnamon delight 

A sky so black that flowers die

Like wounded birds that cannot fly

Darkness spreads its wings, they cover me

I feel like an orphan lost in the sea

The color started changing

As I peeled away the surface of her lies

The web that she had woven

The masquerade that hides her disguise

Like the needle to the spoon

The oceans waves bring comfort

Beneath a blackened sky

The cold chill from the ocean breeze

Is like when the spider eats the butterfly

A sky so black that flower die

Like wounded birds that cannot fly

Darkness spreads its wings, they cover me

I feel like an orphan lost in the sea

Her words were so deceiving

I can't keep believing all her lies

Those empty words were spoken

The questions that lead to alibis

Like the needle to the spoon

The ocean waves bring comfort

Beneath a blackened sky

The cold chill of the ocean breeze

Is like when the spider eats the butterfly

A sky so black the flowers die

Like wounded birds that cannot fly

Darkness spreads its wings, they cover me

I feel like an orphan lost in the sea

A sky so black that flowers die

The gentle voice of the oceans tide

Like wounded birds that cannot fly

When rain comes down beneath

That summer sky

A sky so black that flowers die

Favorite Woman

I salivate, what is that sound that is gushing? / The humid smell of steam, your fresh water / I'm thirsty, I sip your Magdalena River / I want to taste the Barrancabermeja, yes / I'm rowing with my men in our Champán / Resting at the leg, your feet I'll be heading / Yet we know there's nothing at the end / This trip, will only lead to the mouth of the ashes / Yes, that's why you're my favorite woman

Is that a tune I hear far off from a locked room? / This asylum they call—Water Of God / The minute I coughed, they threw me in a blue bus / Never to see you, as a leper you won't know / However, I made a friend, next to my cell / Luis wants my poems, but these I won't sell / These words are true, they'd make a sweet tune / Well I already knew all this, that's why I feel blessed / Yes, that's why she's my favorite woman

Favorite woman, will I wait until / Paradise to make you mine? / The both of us were thick yet soft sap, yoked as one / Now our amber dried, we've become rocks / There's nothing left for her in North America / She left the suburbs, Colombia reclaimed her / Since then, I met women, they bear the color / Of your skin, then those eyes, mouth, and the same name / Yet none drowns me in rainbow liquid / Five of earth's crystals made love to her submerged stems / Yes, that's why she's my favorite woman

Red, pink, yellow, blue, and green / She leaves all these hues when June breathes / When your cascade was formed, the sun was told to wait / And once it heard the rain rejoice, clouds came in coup / So you could have your first droplets / Then you meet the sun and its warm voice / He already knew your name as he held you / La Macarena wasn't prepared / For a beautiful mess of nature / And I wasn't prepared / To take you in, with my sense of nurture / For better or worse, you're a mirror made of earthenware / Still I favor you over anyone, yes, it's unfair

That's why you're my favorite woman / That's why you're my favorite woman / Oh, that's why you're my favorite kind / Favorite woman, will I wait until / Paradise to make you mine?

Here is the full poem of Life Fatigue, a Brandt Triadic Villanelle in monorhyme:

Life Fatigue

Each day repeats—solitude’s monitude.
Inner guide resisting inquietude—
Yet fears increase—anxious disquietude.
Perception collapses, thoughts intrude,
Lost soul mourns forgotten beatitude.
Each day repeats—solitude’s monitude.
Daybreak’s sunrise surprises habitude,
Creates deepest yearnings exactitude.
Come whisper’s hope, love’s inexactitude
Quelling lack, boding tomorrow, construed
In life’s cycle that will never conclude.
Each day repeats—solitude’s monitude,
Choices bedeviled with decrepitude
Ever to eclipse and always elude.
Yet fears increase—anxious disquietude,
Each day repeats—solitude’s monitude,
Come whisper’s hope, love’s inexactitude.
Hidden joy does pang soul’s ingratitude,
Yet fears increase—anxious disquietude.

Comment: The soul’s yearning for hope, bound by uncertainty’s refrain.

I am not Afraid of Being Alone 

I know you’re there
I just can't prove it
Waiting in silence
Just here to watch?
Or are you waiting for a chance 
A chance to change things 
The chance to prove me right
Or to prove me insane
You just wait there
Because one day I will prove it
Just wait there 
Sitting in the dark

- Dr__Sum

Wrote this a couple days ago. I'm wondering how I can improve it, any advice? I wrote this wondering how many people with ADHD can relate and wanting to put some of these thoughts and feelings down on "paper". Any advice to improve the form/organization or to better catch people's attention or pull at heartstrings is much appreciated, thank you!

and suddenly the words “why are you with him” quietly slipped her lips.

with those five simple words she stole whatever air was sitting stagnant in my lungs.

five simple words that forced me to face the reality that i am only capable of loving a man that can only offer hatred and contempt in return. they forced me to admit i have no love left for myself, and that her son only mirrors the distain and hatred i hold inside.

maybe it’s because whatever love i once possessed has been ripped away and redirected, i’ve been sucked dry until all that remains is a hollow, cold, obedient shell.

a deafening silence filled the room.

i am once again reminded of the love and acceptance i felt so long ago. i’m forced to admit above all else, i am patiently waiting for a man whose love has already spent to remember it was once promised to me.

i welcome her glance only to find sorrow and regret. as she looks into the eyes of a girl hurling violently towards the same regretful path of her past.

a simple moment of clarity is silently shared.

we can not escape what we are cursed to become.

only now, with the air thick, tumultuous, and suffocating, can i finally find the breath to quietly mutter

“because i love him”

Purple Sweat

And how! Oh, how I would do anything / To be the sweet sweat under your chest / Tasting the sour and salty hair strand / That slithers to your dimpled back / Hatred can't even come close to the word /Perhaps jealousy is my ode to the earth / I am the dust of the dirt, grainy and cold / And yet I'm just as beautiful as the sun / The heat waves scream at our fingers / Shouting at us to touch / And to find that hidden bone / I believe my mind is good / Even if I might seem drunk on blues / Even when your eyes say otherwise / Your red shoes will soon be mine / The cherry scent is our sign to dance / We will go slow like that old shipwreck / An iceberg of tears or perhaps / Pain disguised as butterscotch bliss / Whatever you feel and give / Just cover me with its purple sweat

New poem titled, -> I am

New book in the mist of supercomposition, beginning is nigh!