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 Feb 2016
Star Gazer
Today I get up a different person.
They have broken my heart
So I will say unto them
**** it.

No point feeling sorry for what's dead.
And theres no way that will come back.
So **** it and **** the people involved.
I rise with a smile today.

**** them. **** everyone of them.
Now begone memories.
I am starting over.
 Feb 2016
aar505n
He stopped sleeping one night, alone
Keeping his eyes awake, watch
As he lies vacantly, treading
Through tough thoughts, though
Knowing less by knowing, more
Memories fleeting by, now
He begins to itch, finally
Fingers twitching like moth's wings, fast
Scratching at sin scar skin, alone
Until he sleeps forever, more?
Those 4am thoughts
 Feb 2016
Michael Humbert
All he knew was that kissing her just felt right
 Jan 2016
Megan H
Fallen from grace
An angel wakes up in a field
Questioning its origin
Who am I?
She finds the road
And meets some nice people
Who weren't so very nice.
Battered and bruised
On the side of the road
She decides who she wants to be.

**I will be the STRONG
I will never again be weak.
Although I cannot remember my past,
My future will be great.
If anyone shall try to beat me,
I shall **** them where they stand.
Because I am no longer filled with light,
In this dark, decrepit land.
 Jan 2016
Megan H
I tried walking in the light
But I couldn't see.
The blinding light clouded my judgment
Everything shined
Everything was perfect.

I tried walking in the shadows
So that I could see.
In the darkness, my vision cleared
I could see dullness in others faces
The fake facade of all my favorite places
Everything was dark
Nothing is perfect.
 Jan 2016
Sjr1000
The ace of hearts
sat down at the table
feeling oh so confident
stares at the three of spades
in his pocket

While the king of diamonds
eyes his diamond queen
in his mind
the ten
hides behind the jack

The queens figured
tonight was the night
they were going to get laid

The deuces were quietly weeping
wondering if another deuce
on the table was going to be played

The ace of hearts
his heart was racing
as the ace of spades
made its way
followed by the ace of diamonds
and a diamond three
a rare drop
was all he could say.

The king of diamonds
to his court he smiled
as the deuce of diamonds
sparkled on the table

The queens, they trembled
wondered if the only thing getting laid
was their heads on the chopping block
this day

The third deuce had joined the pair
his heart was lifted
but still in despair
the deuces looked down the river forlornly
Many have lost it all for more

The ace of hearts was feeling cocky
a warm fullness washed over him
he looked out at his life
figured all he could do was win
he believed in love
sometimes you gotta go
all in
he smiled as he waited at the dock of the river

The king still flushed with diamonds galore
their sparkles blinded him
he joined the ace in the fog
it was either this or that
there were no more games to play

Now faced with two endings
which path to take

The queens had
had enough
on the table they folded
into a fatal swoon

Three deuces
he wavered
his hands were trembling
the game ain't over until
the rent money is gone

Gamblers
some are optimists
some are realists
some are looking for salvation
some are going to play
until they have no more left to pay
looking for death, so they say
driven by compulsions rage

all ask the question
is
this a streak or a slump?

Which was the deuces on this day?
The optimist joins the fray
The realist he folds goes on home to play another day,
All pray.

On your playing field
so far away
what is the play?
Which are you today?

As many endings
as there are
combinations of cards
sometimes it even rains frogs

The room was quiet
the aces full
the king flushing
three deuces - waiting
what to do?
I guess I am the optimist today
the sun is shining after five days of rain

A distant sight
down the river came
as the two of clubs
was beating the water's edge
running and laughing
all the way.
Texas Hold'em. Just a game. Wanted to thank Rebecca Askew for the inspiration with her crazy kitchen utensils. And about half way through writing this remembered
Townes Van Zants fabulous song, Mr. Mudd and Mr. Gold.

Crazy enough, but the hand actually plays, took some work to put it together.
 Jan 2016
A Lopez
They classify
Me as
A saint
Not a sinner
I'm both
I'm both dead
Living,
I'm heavenly
With a realm
Of a sinnish
Hellish
Center
 Jan 2016
Megan H
They tell me not to define myself by
My height
My weight
My skin color
The color of my eyes
The state of my clothing
The money in my pockets

But how am I supposed to love
Everything on my insides
When everyone else defines me
By what they see?
 Jan 2016
PrttyBrd
Like minds
Open hearts
A world in words alone
Kindness, pain, compassion
Who's a poet to throw a stone
Sanctuary
Kinship
Share a thought or two
Running lies
It's fun and games
'Til no one's left
But you
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 Jan 2016
Allyson Walsh
I had never met a man
Who kissed my insecurities,
Tended my distorted perceptions,
And traced lips across my scarred skin.

I was worthy to be lavished upon.
In your eyes, I was more than a trophy.
My figure was temptful but valued;
Every penny was well-spent.

You brought back what should have been.
My previously unmet expectations
Brought my hopes down;
Your gentleness built them back up again.

We may not have worked out...
But your pursuit taught me a lesson:
I am lovely and fine with being "incomplete"
Three adventurous months with you... were enough for me.
For NM

I don't know if all of this makes sense. But, thank you for tending my wounds. Thank you for reminding me of what I deserve (and what I don't). For showing me how I should (and shouldn't) be treated. I am lovely; I should be treated as such.

Unsure of a title.
 Jan 2016
A Lopez
I got the case of the
-Idiots stay away from me-
I've seen
Enough
-Idiots
To make a
Dead
Man
S
N
E
E
Z
E!

Hachoo!
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