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simon-woodstock
simon-woodstock
Free lance writer trying to make sense of his life, thoughts, and place in the world.
people enter our lives like snow in the winter However as seasons change people tend to grow closer together further apart in every which way were all lonely souls With broken hearts
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC
Seasons
I drink too much I smoke too much say everything I don't mean too afraid to let you know what I really think I'll only show I care after you leave with the stroke of the pen I'll paint you the thoughts in my head take a big puff and think of everything I should've said too late take a shot laugh with the boys smile though it's fake Tomorrow will be the day
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
Routine
win or lose win or lose my heart will still bruise my actions say the opposite of my emotions oops my stanzas are getting too true putting my thoughts on paper only ever has me feeling blue Til I hit the herb my grandmother hates it but it's the only thing I always choose win or lose win or lose I fumbled again trying to pick and choose
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
Win Some...
I sit up too fast and instantly fall back down. My head feels as if Mike Tyson snorted a whole kilo of Colombian sugar and used my face as a punching bag to pass the time. The dim light of the afternoon is shining thru my blinds. What have I done this time. The stench of cheap ***** holds to my breath like a wide receiver does a touchdown pass. I stumble to the back porch and light up a cigarette. The events of last night dances around my head like a marching band in the middle of a mine field. The phone breaks the silence and I quickly answer it "hello may I ask whose calling?' the other end was silent for a moment and only spoke a single word "do you have my money Mr. Collins?" Before the sentence was finished my heart was burying itself inside my stomach everything came rushing back all at once like a blast from a shotgun. "I'm afraid you must have the wrong number" I somehow manage to spit out while I shake with fear. "ah yes I thought we might have to play this silly game Mr.Collins but I assure you it will not look pretty for you in the end." I hear a knock on the front door and before I can run away two men trap me on the porch. "yes sir" I reply. "so where is my money then" before I can answer one of the men sucker punches me on to the ground knocking all the fight out of me. The other guy picks up the phone and in a thick accent I barely make out "we have him and were searching the house well **** him if we don't find it." One hangs up the phone and grabs me while his partner begins to destroy anything of value in my home. Everything started out good me and my wife had just bought a house. I was just recently promoted at my law firm. Then the news came breast cancer before we could even get her into chemo she was stage four. She was a fighter though we thought she was beating it around that time money was tight so I went to a loan shark for help. I poured every penny I had into saving her but eventually she just couldn't fight anymore. She died and with it when my soul. I stopped making payments, I stopped going to work. so here I am with three hired guns tearing my house apart til they realize there is no money. "Where is it you ******* cocksucker!" They begin to take turns punching and kicking me into submission. Until finally I look up at the .357 pointed at my temple and smile with glee. BANG
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
Til death do us part
I sit up too fast and instantly fall back down. My head feels as if Mike Tyson snorted a whole kilo of Colombian sugar and used my face as a punching bag to pass the time. The dim light of the afternoon is shining thru my blinds. What have I done this time. The stench of cheap ***** holds to my breath like a wide receiver does a touchdown pass. I stumble to the back porch and light up a cigarette. The events of last night dances around my head like a marching band in the middle of a mine field. The phone breaks the silence and I quickly answer it "hello may I ask whose calling?' the other end was silent for a moment and only spoke a single word "do you have my money Mr. Collins?" Before the sentence was finished my heart was burying itself inside my stomach everything came rushing back all at once like a blast from a shotgun. "I'm afraid you must have the wrong number" I somehow manage to spit out while I shake with fear. "ah yes I thought we might have to play this silly game Mr.Collins but I assure you it will not look pretty for you in the end." I hear a knock on the front door and before I can run away two men trap me on the porch. "yes sir" I reply. "so where is my money then" before I can answer one of the men sucker punches me on to the ground knocking all the fight out of me. The other guy picks up the phone and in a thick accent I barely make out "we have him and were searching the house well **** him if we don't find it." One hangs up the phone and grabs me while his partner begins to destroy anything of value in my home. Everything started out good me and my wife had just bought a house. I was just recently promoted at my law firm. Then the news came breast cancer before we could even get her into chemo she was stage four. She was a fighter though we thought she was beating it around that time money was tight so I went to a loan shark for help. I poured every penny I had into saving her but eventually she just couldn't fight anymore. She died and with it when my soul. I stopped making payments, I stopped going to work. so here I am with three hired guns tearing my house apart til they realize there is no money. "Where is it you ******* cocksucker!" They begin to take turns punching and kicking me into submission. Until finally I look up at the .357 pointed at my temple and smile with glee. BANG
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come thru we can dance with no light other then the stars and the moon silky smooth wine my hand on your thighs smiles galore hearts adore I'm sorry I was a ***** It was just sarah I swear and we did when she was still wearing her underwear so that can't count can it love is a game of chance they say I'm sorry I used the cheat code that made you runaway Come thru just don't stay away your presence feeds my soul and stops my minds war on it self I swear to god I should pray and get medicated how I could just get such a queen like a dollar store clown I could only make you frown unfaithful issues and vacant pocket motels come thru I'm feeling good and I miss the way your body felt on the hood of my car that night after the bar when we swore we could get far and kids thought they would get to exist Come thru Dancing in the rain trying like a pastor to heal your pain without a pill hard to do purely as friends too much *** appeal hit my confession box and I'll be sure to hit every spot bless and kiss appreciate what I don't wanna lose so what can we do cuddle,fuck,fight ENOUGH your upset that I can't say I do but if I say that I'd have to get my life on track
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
Come Thru
were so sacrilegious with the tabs we take were so sacrilegious we wanna dance and play WEre so sacrilegious come and have a taste take a tab transport to to the higher realms Palm trees smile in the violet dance sunset the fun's not done yet WEre sacrilegious in all we do Were gonna go to hell but I just can't stay away from you tick tick tick all alone staring at the moon my brain is bleeding my eyes misleading standing in the middle of the street my soul is consumed and washed in the blood of the moon I sob oceans and dry the high tide from my eyes even though I haven't shed a tear my head is cloudy but my thoughts are crystal clear enough to cut diamonds with just a glance Passionate, Purposeful, determined all things I was and all things I'm not Lover,Dreamer,Jaded used to be 2/3 now it's 1/3 nothing should be the same everything must change
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
Kissin' Pink
I am the boy that chased the butterfly off the end of the world unafraid I jumped with all my might to grab the butterfly out of the sky Just out of reach it continues to fly while I watch it fade as I plummet to the void below I fall for what feels like days the blood all but filled inside my head pulls me further down with atom bomb like speed I await my demise at the bottom and my eyes ard rolling to the back of my head Like that  it clicks I see myself at baseball practice and in the next instance my lips tastes the bittersweet lipstick of my first kiss I must be dead the memories continues to past thru my brain as the feeling of falling fades finally gasping for air I wake up on the ground naked however unbothered Standing on a crater staring at the stars I start to cry and diamonds stream from my eyes into the everlasting sky I watch the stars and wait for my time to reappear
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
Reincarnation
the lake was set a blaze as the forest around it cried for salvation The fire infecting each tree with cannibalistic like nature like a plague its continues to spread unchecked the howls and crackles from the horde of destruction defiant to the millions of post cards around the world of perfect places so would the blaze become known but for a warning not a smile even a small lighter can burn the world
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
perfect places
Father I have a confession I haven't prayed since the passing of my great grandmother Instead I fell down a rabbit hole of self pity I cling to my vices like you do to your bible I sell pieces of myself to strangers for a night only for momentary pleasures that will only leave me the emptier inside I smoke **** as excuse so that I never have to fully feel emotions I abuse it like a xanex prescription forever bottling it up inside only to unravel from the seams when I blackout Forgive me father even though I know it's too late no turning back now I know hell is my fate
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
Acceptance
I miss you The way you paint words on my chest with a heart stealing smile How your lips feed my spirit and your body feeds me bliss I miss you How you used to call me when you missed me and how passionate you kissed me rest your feelings on me and let's get to know each other all over let me rub your stomach under the covers let's get closer to each other rub your fingers thru your hair no judgement only acceptance here I miss you I feel like your the mother of my seed but we never conceived I miss you like a warm spring rain your scent intoxicates me making me crave more Like a harsh winter storm is the absence in between I miss you In the part where my soul is still pure
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
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