Hudson Everett
Oct 10, 2013

I am not sure if I am better off without you
But I know you're better off without me
And that is enough to make me stay away.

the incentive
Terry Collett

I have to try
& avoid

the BBQ
organized

by the local
Neighbourhood Watch

because
they have imposed

prohibition laws;
where's

the incentive
in that?

Written by my late son Oliver Collett(1984-2014)

ON THE AVOIDANCE OF A LOCAL BBQ.

Echoing in a room of memories
Struggling to understand themselves
Words stuck on a ruined tongue
Aiming to become anew
Benefits of a scam
Of a game
Of a plan
But the benefits of a failure?
That's one to undermine your proficiency
Not excluding the fact that your allocation of thoughts are all over the place
Varying off center
Unintended
But carried efficiently
Like the assumption of happiness
Of trust and honesty
Subtle hints that should not be ignored
Regardless of the fact that you're in another's door
And i'm highlighting the points that should have stood out
The warnings
The symbols
Screaming, get out.

This is not a slam
Yes it is, go slam poetry
#poetry   #slam  

Put a carrot in front of you for optimal creativity.

Head held high, flexing the shell
bright lifestyle, I know it too well.
It’s a tall tale to tell but its best that you know
that things get better at the end of the road
Not too long ago, I felt the same way
I dealt with demons that crept in the grey
And maybe it’s hard enough to ask for help
but it’s harder to watch yourself
give up once you’ve left the shelf

Nah, I couldn’t stomach the pain
like a trumpet, I blew the in out of sane.
I popped open a vein to paint my blues, violet
and threw a pair of cans on to block out the silence.
I’m not defiant; I defy any tyrant
that tries to buy my compliance.
I ride with the giants, stride like Midas
minus the greed, all I need is kindness.

Spread your wings; shed the ego
live amid the kings like a needle.
Be your own hero, succeed the sequel
take charge, zero in on the easel.
Reach for the stars, you are an artist
Van Gough goals; erase all the hardships.
I may try my hardest
but I’m not the smartest
but good work ethic leads to a harvest.
Reap my carcass, long after I’m gone,
brains over brawn, shame on you all
for thinking that these walls can hold me in.
You get the memo? I’m better than I’ve ever been.
Binge drinking is a sickness in itself
try to kill the pain but the pain kills the help
as well as low thinking it will kill your brain cells
if you try to kill the pain, you will kill yourself

© Matthew Harlovic

A incentive meant to inspire those that are going through a rough time.
Incentive
Stuart Birnie
Stuart Birnie
Sep 14, 2013

Justify everything

Incentive

Suggestion

Birds sing

Bells ring

You win



Clarify nothing

Let them all walk blindly

And mindly slow

See all on show

As is my incentive
Twisted Stiches

I can fly no more
My wings are spent
As is my incentive
Mabey its time

To let go of the past
And finally rest
So please catch me
as I fall from this blue sky

no incentive.
Maya Caroline
Maya Caroline
Dec 1, 2012

Standing on the shore
waiting for your return.

Too cold to go in
too scared
no incentive.

Running to the tide
but it always pulls back

before I can

r e a c h

tive of insensitive 
needs what kind of incentive?
Julie Butler

the representative of insensitive 
needs what kind of incentive?

to be bigger than this 
without risking intention?

i’m wishing she’d listen

how I wish she would l i s t e n 

to the thoughts that i drop 
on her deaf comprehension 

she swallows discretion 

she f o r g e t s to mention 

about her horns that grow thorns 

that envelope her dimensions

 
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