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david badgerow Oct 2011
have you ever
sat
and wondered about
the putrid smell
of corpses
and what happens after this--
all types of magical forces?

have you ever
stood
in line for hours
waiting only
to be
insulted by cowards?

I've often
wondered in the morning
over
my donuts glazed
how you can
not talk to me
for several days;
but when you do
it fits like a shoe,
and now just what
are we going to do?

have you heard
sad words
whispered from a lover's lips,
and if so,
did it bring a tearful kiss
or
was it more like
a lustful hiss?
david badgerow Oct 2011
I can see
a candle waving
in the window sill
and
I can see your silhouette
but only because
you stand so still.

The light--
it dances around you.

I can see
dawn's light breaking
together with
the morning dew
and
I can see your happy place
but only
because I'm laying
here with you.

So tight--
my arms surround you.
david badgerow Oct 2011
I want to see your Pain.
I want to know who put it there,
and I want to see them slain.

I want to taste your Pain.
I want to kiss you
where it hurts and
I want to hold you tight
against the rain.

I want to feel your Pain.
I want you to whisper
in my ear the name of
the one who turned you
so blue.

I want to know your Pain.
I want to peer into
your fiery core
and I want to hold you
behind closed doors.

I want to heal your Pain.
I want to cuddle with you
on a couch and if
you want that too
I will be able to
bury my shame.
david badgerow Oct 2011
last night in my dream
a girl wore a necklace
not a tourniquet
or blouse
or skirt,
just a necklace

i remember her well
she was a girl that i work with
i'd be with her now but
she hasn't told me i'm worth it

last night in my dream
a girl told the naked truth
her words were full of worth
of care
and legitimacy
and then we got down
and took
care of
                                    the
                                               nitty
                                                           ­     -gritty
david badgerow Oct 2011
the fire is brave.
the fire is an empty space.
the fire is a sharp object.
the fire is a toy.
the fire is a female.

oh how she burns,
my      god     she     burns

the fire is gentle.
the fire is severe.
the fire is dancing.
the fire is impending.

the fire is naked
not named.

the fire is pure,
untamed.

the fire is pure.
david badgerow Oct 2011
Without the audience I am nothing.
If I believed that there was no one out there who was listening
or who cared
or who loved
or who chose to listen
I mean read
I would be a desiccated pear
I would be a tired excuse of a shoe.

I have to know that I am better than nothing.
If I received no feedback at all, no encouraging words from friends,
Sometimes I don't know if I would do it
if I would press on
and walk
and write
and rebel
and destroy
and rebuild
and light up then
burn out.

Sometimes I sit and I think about nothing.
and honestly it's great to know that nothing is something and
maybe I am something
or nothing
or a mouse
or a servant
or a shoe
or a revolutionist
or an egotist
or a *******
or I am a perfect uttered silence
a ****** quiet
or maybe I am Jack's shiner, his swollen-shut eyelid
but maybe
just maybe

I am there for a chivalrous reason and
I got just one good lick in
or maybe I didn't
and I took one like a ***** but
I walked her home
and I kissed her
and she liked it
and I did too

And I am nothing,
And I know this.

What I'm saying is, I wouldn't be able to sleep.
What I'm saying is, I hope I'm something you'll keep.
What I'm saying is, keep reading and I'll keep breathing.
What I'm saying is, and I'll shout it in powdery tones
What I'm saying is, don't make me be alone.
david badgerow Oct 2011
I scribbled
stupid words onto
a wrinkled and *****
piece of scrap paper
and now you're reading it.

I crumpled it up
but then something
told me you'd want
to admire it from
your computer chair
So there
you sit
and here
it is.
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