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 Jun 2015 Day
caroline
i saw a girl who looked lifeless
painted behind bars,
i've never met the artist,
but i wonder how they knew to paint me
 May 2015 Day
AFJ
venting part 1.
 May 2015 Day
AFJ
Venting.
They never see the hollow me..
deleted twitter, but i want you guys to follow me..
Usually up late,
worrying about my luck, wait..
there's a starving child somewhere..
meanwhile i just ate..

******, *** my phone bills high, And my ex girl is taken...
meanwhile a small girl in Nepal still feels her world shakin...

Going 80 on the freeway, i just wanna bowl now..
While the folk down in Philly prayed the train would slow down...

Bothered by the shade of a new building...
while people in Haiti are still building..
still building...
while i buy building blocks for my nephew, hes 1.
while the people down in Baltimore burning buildings for fun...
really?
burning building for fun?
Whys the CVS big, but the school with no funds?
but they say the solution is, taking the guns...
they took the guns in Chicago, but left fatherless sons.

Eyebrows on fleek but societies bleak.
the devil takes a seat in a heavenly street..

now were all cursed, but im watching netflix on my sofa..
Chilling bumping Sosa, living by the park where they ***** my neighbor Rosa..

Gotta remind myself daily...that im blessed to a fault..
because theres stillborn babies, whose heads rest in a vault..

boys in Africa begging for bread, while i toast my *****..
on the beach enjoying summer the waters too cold to swim though..
while in New Orleans they had to jump in regardless..
but all my worry is, if my sister can pass her BAR test..

So next time i wanna vent under my AC vent...
i stop and think, **** i dont even have to pay rent..
I dont gotta work doubleshifts and im never hungry..
plus a got a couple people who really love me..
So..

Next time that i wanna complain..
Ill scale my struggle on a real measure of pain.



-afj
 Apr 2015 Day
A B Perales
I spoke without
thinking,
unintentionally
exposing
one of my
only secrets
in this
place.

He grinned,
the way only
old men who
have seen
too much
of the bad in
this world
are able
to do.

The deep lines
of age in his
pocked scared
face all grew
deeper
as his grin
turned
into a smile.

"Poetry"
he said.
Then took a
moment
as he let
the taste of the
word roll around
his mouth and between
his broken  and missing
teeth.

'That's different'
,he said
before forgetting
what it was
he was thinking of.

Then he asked me for a
cigarette.

To which I informed
him that I didn't smoke,
for the 4th time
that day.
 Apr 2015 Day
A B Perales
I've made it through
sleepless nights,with
burnt out friends and
strange beautiful
burnt out  girls.

I've made plans for a
better day,
just as all
of the promises I
had already made
slowly faded away.

I watched a sunset into a
parallel horizon
then sat and waited for it to rise
again.

I've reasoned with
the Dragon
as the  blood ran
down my arm.
Lost the battle and
the girl and never thought
twice of doing it all again..

I loved all the wrong
women.
Even the ones
who I knew
had definitely
gone Mad before
they came to me.

I stopped asking
for forgiveness
the moment it
didn't come.

I buried a beautiful
woman,
a young innocent
friend.
Yet I cried
for others
who aren't even dead.

This challenge of
making it through
yet another day.
A day just as  empty
as the day before always
keeps me occupied.

Anything to keep my
finger off the
trigger,the needle
from my arm and
her cooing  promises
far from my ear.

The words and
different versions
of things
run rampant
in my head.

Its getting them all out
without holding back that's
hard.

Its what keeps this pencil in my hand
and the weapons I use against me
carefully put away where they belong.
 Apr 2015 Day
A B Perales
I wasted
far too much
on far too
little.

And I'm
no longer waiting
on the best
to arrive.

I'll settle
for something
as plain as a silhouette
and as simple
as the truth.
 Apr 2015 Day
Jo Hummel
Two pills later with droopy eyes,
Cinnamon aphrodisiacs,
Candles that smell like your skin when you bury your nails in my thighs and seek some greater vengeance,
Sun-kissed skin and the muscles of a lover (and a fighter,
because what is love without fighting).

Heaven in copper pools,
except I've never believed in God.
You wouldn't believe me
(and it isn't true, anyway).
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