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father
why do you hurt me
you say you will be there
than you leave
in and out of jail
you come and go outta my life
you break me down
i cry and plead
daddy please don't go
stay for a little while
let me have hope
instead you pick up the pills
and pop them inside your mouth
you pass out
than wake up
and start all over again
this never ending cycle
i cant take much more
She is like a cup of coffee
every sip of the cup I enjoy the taste of coffee
It can be warm and cold but still tasteful
By drinking the coffee gives me more power or
Awakening several emotions while writing a poem

Without a cup of coffee my day begins without strength and ideas
This is the tale of an EPA
Administrator who
Has no shame at all about taking
Advantage of me and you.

We've seen him roll back fifty years
Of environmental protections;
That's bad for us but good for all of his
Oil and gas connections.

A costly, inflated security team
To fly with him overseas
24/7? That ought to make
Taxpayers ill at ease.

For him first class is a must when he flies;
To hell with flying coach.
He feels his team deserves the same
And thinks he's beyond reproach.

Better yet, he would prefer
Military jets.
So what if it costs us even more money;
He has no regrets.

When staff members question his spending
And wonder if it's required,
They will find themselves demoted,
Reassigned, or fired.

Receiving monetary favors
From lobbyists isn't proper.
He wants a bullet-proof SUV;
But here's the real showstopper:

Security staff admit that when he--
In order to catch his flights
Or go to dinner--will ask them to use
Their sirens and flashing lights!

A recent trip took him and his team
To Morocco, but alas,
Believe it or not, the reason was
To promote natural gas!

His attitude toward tax-payer
Dollars is cavalier;
But when it comes to helping the poor,
He is more austere.

So this is how Trump drains the swamp!
A funny way to do it.
But maybe he fits right in with the rest:
That's our man Scott Pruitt!

-by Bob B (4-6-18)
I curl into a ball
To get a clear view of my feet
Why am I looking at my feet
And not at the stars

I lay on my bed of worries
It’s comfortable here
It’s warm here
I can’t seem to stand up
My worries need me

I know they are no good for me
But I can’t seem to do better
I want to do better
My soul wants better
But I’m comfortable here

My life feels over
Without even starting
I have no goals or drive
Everything is meaningless
I am comfortably numb
Raw and unedited from a moment when I was feeling hopeless, empty and down
I can't help myself but I'm really sorry
for all the times I caused you the sorrow
my anger and my humor gets the best of me
and it is too late now.

I'm sorry that I'm so much me
my thoughts, my words and my actions repeating
they cause you, her and him so much hurt
I'll never live peacefully till I feel those burns.

I've often been careless, reckless and tactless,
thinking from the limits of just my head
if only had I spoken less too
when I didn't understand the bigger picture.

After hour or so, I repeat in my head what I did
what I was doing, playing a fool
giving grief to the humans just like me
who are living in the world just like this.

Sorry to everyone,
sorry for every word spoken
sorry to you, her and him
can't say enough but I am really sorry
I should never be forgiven
.
When I tell a joke
If I laugh
That’s all that matters

When I put makeup on
If I like it
That’s all that matters

When I sing
If I enjoy it
That’s all that matters

Let me be selfish in this way
I don’t do these things for attention
I do them for me

I know not everyone will believe me
But that’s okay
Because I believe me
And that’s all that matters
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