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That grain
That grit
The stain
Looks like ****
That was a life waiting on love

That thought I think
Whenever I pour, pull, splash
A drink is mine and its perverse
And small sometimes it builds
Mostly though it falls
Because I'd rather be drunk than creative

A glance in a moment
A chance in a flash
Never realised because it takes to long
To be open and accepting
what is honesty but faith
Scary to admit your
Secrets
Desires
Are to weird to be voiced
Sometimes its easier to let go
**** in your mouth
Choking on the juices as they flow
Going along with procreation
To terrified to turn off the pleasure

Ill measure out another shot pour it out
And take the bottle
Easier, less stress of trying to know if I want more
I'll just take it

Perhaps there'll be another to  take its place.... soon.
 Nov 2013 Chris Rodgers
Scott T
Most mornings
Are met by a deep sigh
But at least
I don't have to whip off my covers
And find that I don't have any legs
Or no *****
Every morning

Nina Simone might be happy about having her smile
But I'm just pleased about having my legs
And my *****
 Nov 2013 Chris Rodgers
sarayu
I tried to catch a shadow once
spoke to it softly, lured it out with crumbs of darkness
I tried to tame a shadow once
gaining his trust by living in black corners and drinking night together out of the same cup
I dare not say we became friends, but sometimes we dance away the moonless nights together
I may never be successful
should I feel like I'm supposed to?
I don't share the same ambitions
as many others do
slaving through their days
in a monetary excuse
I would rather die broke and lonely
loving what I pursue
than surrounded by acquaintances
loving that which isn't you.
 Nov 2013 Chris Rodgers
J R
In the darkness
I can be anyone
Close your eyes
Dream with me

Let's pretend
For one beautiful moment
We are what we need
Each other to see

Now she's not gone
I feel her beside me
The warmth of her body
This ghost in the night

And for one fleeting blink
These eyes may be blind
But this heart is not broken
Until morning's light
What is the definition
of a person
doing it right,
Is it easy to know
or easy to sight.

Do they understand simply
that to be right
is your own game,
you are the king
there is no one to blame.

Do they think in a way
thats peaceful towards all,
or struggle still
and hit their own walls.

Do they fight like me
with these demons raging,
holding my principles
blaming and caging.

Assumptions of innocence,
naïve they say,
but really it's just the same battle
in my mind everyday.

Who do you want to be
where is your truth,
is there a reason you hold back
am I stuck in my youth.

I see and I know
I understand and I feel
but what's right and wrong
what truth is real?

Lustful hands
bent knees and toes,
pushing and grinding
to places I don't know.

The thoughts say stop
but why? I can't explain,
the force to be in the right
holding me at a stalemate game.

Touching and kissing
heat rising,
I'm smiling.
The battle quieted
by tongues
and their styling.

Exploring,
feeling
open but restrained,
maybe when it's right
my heart wont be tamed.
 Nov 2013 Chris Rodgers
Emily
It's hard knowing
You liked my
Former, fake self
Better
10 words

© Peyton 2013
I live inside myself
my own little world
I read my own books
and poetry
and listen to my own music
sure, I absorb others material
as much as I can
but I am only a lurker
looking over the Earth
silently
from my dark little island
gazing over seas
both digital and real
wondering how the others do it
Are they just good at pretending?
Are they really not as insincere
as they all appear?
These feelings, or lack thereof
are thrown up like smoke signals
from the fire inside me
hoping another
might see or hear
with eyes, ears, heart, soul and mind
that are almost mine
to rescue me
from this strange illusion
of my own creation
Keep the cold drops in your pocket
Come in handy to fake sorrowful moments
Standing in a crowd creates the worst solitary confinement
Wicked hearts dug up from the graveyard
On pickets, bait for the hungry wayward
Fog so low, hazed, evaporated into pupils
Relieving the red hot, blood shot, what a clear head
Carrying shovels on their backs
Eat the dirt they shower on you
Sand between your teeth, bleeding gums
Warriors with sharp axe pix instead of guns
The ravenous never sleep
Blood thirsty they want their keep
String em' up high and watch the angels weep
 Nov 2013 Chris Rodgers
pieces
blind
 Nov 2013 Chris Rodgers
pieces
she had the most beautiful smile
and i bet you didn't know.
her eyes were like the sunrise
but once she got home
she looked herself at a mirror
and didn't like what she saw.
her eyes turned into sunset
so she became blind
in a world of wonders
but not wonders in her world.
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