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Situation crystal
clear, sharp, and out of my price range
I can't give in just a little
it's bone dry or the whole **** thing,
head first, can't catch a breath
diving through this party scene
bring me a drink
cause I'm broke and I'm thirsty
I can't pitch in, but I can show you a good time
I'm not a dime, no where close to a ten
but looks don't matter when
your in a crystal situation
Daniel Magner 2013
So overqualified
for the position of
"awful Influence"
A thought in mind
that drives sanity
to rewind.
Thought, Writing, Fiction, Mind, Sanity, Rewind, Creative Writing
My confidence's throat
has been hanging wide, slit
for a quick minute
but today, a receipt that
offered two dollars off at
Starbucks, gifted on a whim,
sowed it up just a little bit,
and left me with a
grin.
Daniel Magner 2013

"a quick minute" is actually a slang term that means something like "in quite awhile" or "a long time".
You found me
Heart of abuse turned peaceful
Eyes of disgust enlightened
You winged me into security,
then played off my vulnerability like a scavenger
Peeling my walls down like flesh from a carcass
You reeled me in like the catch of the day
hook attached, you left me dangling with the hope of repair
As you caught a one way to California
The days that followed brought your beasts with them
Gloomy deceitful minions of broken trust
Your "love" had evaporated just as quick as the oregon wind blows
Making me regret every ounce of compassion I'd given you
despising the sincerity I had offered
Regurgitating every lie you'd bestowed upon me
However, with every passing day my memory of you fades
No longer do I cry over your cowardly decisions
There is no hate or grudge held within my soul
Soon enough I realised I'd never loved you
I was faking contempt with every kiss, every hug, every word
& my heart secretly craved your absence
months have passed without heartache
I've doused my wounds in gasoline and set your memory ablaze
regained that fire in my eyes that you once so carelessly saturated with tears
There are many that patiently waited for my return
Finally my golden emeralds are cleaned of deceit and deception
I'm done searching, waiting, and hoping for my happily ever after
I am my happy ending
I'm the best architect and gardener I know
Continuously rebuilding myself after demolition
& Replanting my roots to fit my desires
Repairing cracks, sowing holes, stemming leaves from ashes
I've been reborn.
Not quite finished
I am in love with you.
I know we can't be together.
I am aware of our ages.

But,

I get jealous.
I don't think anyone is good enough for you.
I think of you as my daughter.
I think you could be my soul mate.

It's complicated,
I try to talk myself into not loving you.

But,

Talk is cheap,
My love is true.
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