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Tremble inside feeling so cold without you.
Sleep, rest illusive.  
My hurt on display for the world.  
It is so hard to breath without you.
You hexed my ***** and I cannot *** without you!
I miss your voice
You won't take my calls.
You blocked me on flickr viewbug and more.
I ******* adored you and you stupid man
Why the **** am I on ignore??
Oh You wanted to be the one to break my heart
The only one no but the most hurt.
The pissy thing is you never said a negative word
I miss your positivity, your loving words
I miss you more than ice cream, motor cycle season, life
I will take what you gave me and apply it every day.
You were the best in so many ways.
I long to hear your voice calling to me again.
I have done my best to forget, erase hear you no more to no end
Lay in bed calling out your name while my tears roll down my pillow
Your not to blame.
You made a choice to walk away, erase me
Make me pain.
My camera is very inspired so I cannot really complain.
The audience feels hollow compared to the smiles with you I came.
I miss the intimacy, the stares, the hot pants moans and **** glares.
I miss your instruction on just what to do
Dude you turned me into a pile of goo.
I would be ok if I could just ***
You hexed my *****
Im ******* ******...and I need to giggle
*** have you done?
Sigh, why..so sudden did I go from your everything
Your entire world
to your ignore list
I wish I understood
 Jan 2014 Bilal Kaci
LJ Chaplin
Verse One
Rockstar wages
And a chevy impala attitude,
Pornstar secrets,
With a red light point of view,
But something has me going,
So controlling,
I need to get out of my head,
Can't stop hoping,
Overdosing
On the thought of living high instead,
And I said

Chorus
Don't be scared to rest those shot glass shattered eyes,
Give ******* kisses to the boys and the girls who lied,
Don't tell me you're sober
Until it is over,
The tears won't dry on their own.

Verse Two
Las Vegas Luck
And I'll always be rolling the dice,
Wartime loss,
As I fight to surrender my life,
But something keeps me going,
Overflowing,
With temptation to let go,
Keep on coping,
Roller coasting
Falling too fast and never want to go slow,
And I said

Chorus**
Don't be scared to rest those shot glass shattered eyes,
Give ******* kisses to the boys and the girls who lied,
Don't tell me you're sober
Until it is over,
The tears won't dry on their own.

Bridge
Another shot,
Another chance,
To sort out life
And finish this dance,
If I can't be happy,
At least carry on
'Til the end of the song.

I picked up the pieces from my shot glass shattered eyes,
Gave out ******* kisses to the boys and the girls who lied,
I'm an unholy mess,
But I will try to impress
The devil when he comes to take away my soul,
And I'll say

Chorus
Share the shot glass glances with the World outside,
Save the ******* kisses for the ride to Hell tonight
This song isn't over
Even if you are sober,
The tears won't be wasted on you
The tears won't be wasted on you.
There are times when it is hard to know what to say, cliches don't take the pain away
In those times saying the wrong thing can make things worse a verse don't instantly make everything better
When someone has lost a friend hearing they lived a good life, does not give relief to the grief one feels
When one has lost a child or someone in their family, don't feel you have to say the right words better yet just be there as a friend and give them a hug, a hug can speak volumes when you don't know the right words
 Jan 2014 Bilal Kaci
Nat Lipstadt
Be a harpooner of the unexamined life,
with unfettered rhaposdy,
exhort the loopy
to light candles of illusions,
canonize the nursing mothers to deliver us
the kinder Ishmael's who will revel,
lead us with warmth and apprehension,
with the strength of sinews
fixed and flexible,
we will believe and
they will teach the rest of us
that the first commandment
is to empathize.

with clinical observation,
dense and demanding,
make us laugh at
the comedy of our situation,
the comedy of our conscience,
our free to see,
the peep show of us,
explicate and deconstruct
our unexamined lives,
help us to extend the boundaries,
record the voyages of our timepieces,
declare us all free and victors,
file away the chains of language

**and declare us all poets
A piece cut from an older poem, when I was....a better poet.
 Jan 2014 Bilal Kaci
Dark Smile
I saw you in school again.
I was wondering how we ended up like this.
I loved you like my own sister.
Oh, yes, that's right!
You're a backstabbing *****.
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