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 Sep 2014 Jeremy Bean
Rupal
I want to be there,

want to matter.

I'm resigning.
Your bulging
pecs they are perfection
your skin it glows with oil
but you wouldn't lift a finger
for an honest day of toil.
Your abs are simply
perfect, boy
you are
really
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an ace.
But I can
tell that you're
a dumbbell by that
look upon your face. An
anguished painful countenance
that speaks like a loud shout!!!
Your wife has had the nerve
to ask you put the f'ing
garbage out!**



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 18, 2014
This was HARD!!!
A plastic bag without a handle
A pair of straps without a sandal
A briefcase with rusted locks
A pair of old worn out socks
A never used candelabrum
An empty jar of finished gum
A broken door iron cage
A lost book’s tattered page
A piece of cloth insect holed
An old calendar neatly rolled
A fluorescent light long dead
A clay puppet’s broken head
A fountain pen sans its cap
An old atlas dusty map
A bunch of cassette in tin box
Nails and screws unused locks
Cable tape wire and plug
Grandpa’s brolly faded rug

Can’t disown throw them out

Fond attachments without doubt!
 Sep 2014 Jeremy Bean
Jodey Ross
DEATH. It's
all the same thing. You do
something stupid and end up
croaking, but why? You work so hard
to reach your goals. Achieve at life, to end
up laying                     six                          feet
under?                         What                        is the
point                           of                       living
if it                       all ends               so fast?
You hear live happily from complete
strangers. I don't see the point in
living like so. How
could someone live
happily, knowing it
is all going to end...
I don't know if I achieved that to your eyes but I tried to shape the poem as a skull to symbolize death.
 Sep 2014 Jeremy Bean
Renmar
I tell him to go deep.
Deep into my soul

I tell him to go harder.
To break down my walls

I tell him to go faster.
I needed our ******

All that's said and done.
I lay here legs shaking & out of breath.
Exhausted
Now I'm alone.
He did all that work.
Built me up.
*Just to leave me to pick up my pieces
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