Liz said
tomorrow everything will be okey
just wake up,brush your teeth and smile
it's gonna be a  better day

tomorrow I woke up, brushed my teeth, and left
I forgot to smile
because tomorrow nothing was okay

the day was not great
it felt more emptier
and lonelier
the scars felt more real

a memory not wanted
but stuck in my heart
soul and skin

tomorrow was not okay
but today
am coming home with a big smile
the one I invented
on my way back home

I've never actually been in a club

This is my first experience, and I believe the noise is too much for anyone who wants to keep their sanity intact
Where is the fun in loosing your eardrums?

Please someone enlighten

When am gone
have them put up a lane
Just to remember my name

am that guy who used to be here
writing about the Spears
that I've received over the years

I miss the days when i got a comment that said that was awesome

the days when plagiarism didn't taint our papers

the days when berly dov,
the fictional real character of hello poetry
didn't dominate our thoughts
our discussions

the days when Joe challenged our might to toy with words

the days when no one was competing to hate the other

the days when "Deborah"
didn't have to write about the hate that we are so eager to embrace

the days when I didn't have to write that
Hello poetry
should rest in peace

Whatever makes you feel less
constantly reminded of my place

"that"

Your not mine to keep but mine to misuse
mine to hate and abuse
mine to just, confuse

be sure not to forget
your just here because of mercy
because I can always use a handy man
because your not Mine, and mine don't tire

I write these words
with tears forming my eleven
miserable years

hoping to find some salvation from this deluded world

My local is not for the faint hearted. Lovers turned~haters brawl. People get poisoned, cops are beaten and a reveller once fell and died after a nonsensical fight with a friend he had been boozing with

It is the sort of place you keep one eye open. Your wallet could be swiped from your hind pocket, carjackers could trail you and work on  you right at your gate

Anyway due to all this shenanigans, security is paramount. The first line of defence are watchmen who spend the whole night preventing people who are too drunk to fight, from attempting to make a nuisance of themselves.

Then we have bouncer the clubs elite commandos. When idiots start clobbering each with broken beer bottles, it's their duty to raid that corner of the pub and fling the villains out

But you know what the bouncer does. Every morning, without fail, irrespective of whatever time he eaves the pub tired like a dog, he holds his little girls hand and walks her to the bus stop to catch the school bus

Every morning, without fail.......