danse macabre - Hello Poetry

Jan 2019

Paul Hardwick

**** me.

That hurts
Woman stuck a needle in my arm
you will feel a scratch
**** u are sticking me pins
Baby that hurt
see her blue eyes and start to flirt
whats your name Jane
Stay with us you
Look me in the eyes
I am going to call Paul
That's my name
how did my net in this sea miss you
so we meet like this

Thank You, Nurse Jane.
.

Love P@ul.

Jan 2019

kaylene- mary

Fourty One

Some nights when I'm looking you right in the eyes, I can hear glass break in the backseat of my mind
Thinking, "this is it"
And when the engine finally starts I can't feel my own skin except the rambling in my veins knowing that somethings about to snap and I don't know what that means but you remind me of a pigeon trapped underground with no way to get out except straight through and maybe that's why they say you shouldn't bring a knife to a gun fight when you can't see the exit wounds
I know you're draining like a tub full of sand but you pulled your own plug and now I'm stuck sweeping up the floor

#glass #break #loss #pain #skin #veins #shortpoem #notreallyapoem #mywriting #spilledink

Dec 2018

Edmund black

My Rhythm , My Blues

As you can see
From
My perspective
I’m an old soul

Rhythm
and blues
Is where
My mind dwells...

At times
Some , would give
Their all
To tango along
With my rhythm

But
They don’t give
A **** about
My blues ...................

Dec 2018

Blade Maiden

I'll send flowers before I go

Since I already knew
I'd die of a broken heart
I made preperations
treating my death like art

Stop worrying
I took care of everything
the guests and the burying
even ordered flowers in early spring

I'm still around. If anyone was actually wondering where I've been I apologize. I missed posting on here so I might get back to it more often. No promises. I hope you, whoever reads this, are having a good day, week, month.. and if not, hang in there. Just hang in there.

#flowers #death #heart #art #burying #funeral #anew #ending #beginning #leaving

Nov 2018

Paul Hardwick

Boo.

I am here
Ghost in the machine
mean not aways
But never forgiving
card boo
for adults
blue Seen
but never known
Mac's are us
O you never released
that
You PC users
Get a grip
it's called Micro-soft
it's the word
you need to do
Soft
what's that all about
just saying
not soft this is our future.

Paul ***.

Sep 2018

Paul Hardwick

Day Tar.

Dot 1
Draw
join the dots
here we go
he likes lemon tarts
does not eat carrots
make him ****
as his friends all know
and tell him so
brain of planets
Dot 2
the straight line makes the image well
slipping down the perpendicular
on to
Dot 3
still cannot tell
Dot 4
is that an eye
or a yes
Dot 5
carrot seep into the night
I farted
Dot 6
lines are sticks
pick them up
you never know when dot eleven will come about
data what is this?
The thing in my brain
Dot 7
is that what you want
in turn for free ******* yoghurt
we playing deal or no deal
Dot 8
let's get this straight
before I forget all about you
you asking me this
click on the boxes
your views
for your client
Dot 9
Dot 10
**** the right off
the picture is clear to me
thank you
Day Tar go to hell.

Love P@ul
like a **** in the wind.

Sep 2018

Paul Hardwick

Red eyes.

Not the sleep thing
dreaming deep strong like wine
seeing red
mostly at work
related thing
my dress
did not mean skirt
but coat
reflects in my blue eyes
and with all the sun
red burnt head
like I glow in the dark
mostly radioactive
probity burn them all about me
I'm told it's the corporate colour thing
wonder if I will get red boots
then I and my mates can be part of OZ together
tap your heals and wake up
Home and safe
see what I did there.

Surreal P@ul. With love ***.

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Aug 2018

FreeMind

Breathing for You

Your lips are filled with poison
But all I want to do
Is kiss them

-FreeMind

#54
August 3, 2018

#poem #kiss #love #death #time #slow #broken #life #**** #poison

Aug 2018

Traveler

NOBODY PRAYING

If like me
Your first love has failed
And inevitably
Your second
And perhaps third as well
And now thick bittersweet blood
Pumps through your veins
Take my advice
Don't give a care
Leave not the tear that stains
"For our kind"
Nobody's praying!

Traveler Tim

#impathy

Aug 2018

Mary Winslow

Seeing a Spider in the Bathroom at 2 a.m.

A living ball of white plastic twine
its bulb of body conscious
slim head pointed down towards the floor
chaos of legs whirling
knees bend inwards and go slack
like a flower opening and closing
a shimmering life
the size of my kneecap

hanging from a thread of silk
spider as a puppet
marionette legs
flailing as they play empty notes in space
haggling without gravity

mused into waking they paw at the air
smoothing the surface
of imagination

making and unmaking
an invisible tapestry

all these careless maids
whatever their purpose might be
whatever heartbreak is
the encroaching ends of their creations
meticulous in movement only
when the sewing
commences

In the morning
all the magic has worn off
the spider is a tiny brownish
common cellar spider
a miniature Daddy Longlegs
just the hull of what
was massive
and sentient
in the night

#spider