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Taken into the boardroom
and sitting on a really big chair
the MD did say
I see some new faces
at that Mrs Brink over the side giggle away
and did stare right back at me
then right on the left front me
Mrs Bossom did wink at me
I blushed think I got that right
for I was not used to the boardroom dancing shoes
or the way they move
so I got right up on that boardroom table
hitting my head on the lights
and unbuttoning my shirt
did dance on
one step to the left two right
till I came to brink
at that I fell right off.


True story
:-) The sun is shining but it is raining in my heart.   P@ul.
She sat in the waiting room
Scared as can be
She felt like a little girl
Even though she was thirty-three

Does she want to do this?
Does she really have a choice?
Then she heard this little voice

“Yes you have a choice”, said the voice in her head
But isn’t it too late now, once it’s over, the baby is dead

She ran from room, dark and dingy was the place
She ran and ran at a very fast pace

She couldn’t get away fast enough
She decided to have the baby
No matter how tough
True story
people do ask me
now did that really happen
yes I say
Now come on nowbody lives this much? well I do say!
I do
they look at me
I live it all
within in my head
for I am a surrealist.
True story that's True.  P@ul.
work's for me how about you?
 Jan 2015 Julie Butler
Nickols
For all the poems
written on the subject
of unrequited love.
There are far too few
discussed on
being the desire
of the affection.

A difficult topic
to build a
foundation on.
Considering,
you're suffocating in
debilitating silence.
How could I know
if the words were
never spoken?

Like counting birds
against the blaring sun,
its almost
an impossible feat
to accomplish
battling a massive
lack of knowledge.

--and with the
cataclysm raining
down on your shoulders.
Do you feel cold
and lost in desperation?
A silent hope built up
into a concealed bonfire.

Standing alone.
Burning alone.
Impossibly alone.

I didn't know.
The words never
left your tongue.

No promises made
No catharsis expressed.
Only lustful secret
clutched to your chest.

Sometimes solutions
are not as simple as
they seem.
If only I'd known,
If only I'd been told
long ago;
then maybe
this wretched ending
could have been
something beautiful
instead
of a juvenile mess...
I wrote this and then re-wrote this and then re-re-wrote it again. All because I didn't like how it played out on paper. I think I'm happy with it now.

Sorry If I annoyed you. :^)
I'm surprised I made it home alive
Driving in the pouring rain
Completely drenched in this daydream of you
I know these rain drops are loud
& mean
But how could I possibly hear them
With a voice like yours in my head?
You've stolen my heart, darling
I've had the chance to see you move in front of me
I've touched your skin
Kissed your mouth
Do you understand how much that means to me?
For once
I'm experiencing an insatiable desire to know someone
To feel their everything

My walls are slowly breaking.
you glide through my atmosphere
with nothing but grace
i knew i would lose my ability to speak
the moment my hands grazed your face
oh, your face
i don't think you know how stunning you are
i don't think you understand the loss i felt
that night you left my car
i would love you harder than you could ever dream
down to the very core
chase every dreaded nightmare
behind heavy locked doors
for you i will practice patience
the key to keeping you near
a trait i so rarely accompish  
is so simple with you, my dear
and you clung to me
the way wet jeans
stick to my legs
in hard rain
and we may have well been soaked
because that night
you cried enough tears
to flood this whole town
you cried enough tears
to drowned us both
it's a good thing we float
your heart was a storm
beautiful
mysterious
unpredictable
misunderstood
and let's not forget
potentially destructive
but i didn't care
i wanted to understand
to feel
to devour
every drop of your pain
every ounce of your shame
i wanted to show you
the sun inside you
i wanted to show you
the new day
that's waiting
behind your leaky eyes
and runny nose
and broken soul
but for now
you can cling to me
release you agonies
and i will never
let you think
that you are anything less
then gold
and i will never make you feel
that you are anything less
then whole
and i will never
let you sink
so hold me tight
and don't let go
 Jan 2015 Julie Butler
Beeha
story
 Jan 2015 Julie Butler
Beeha
you may and may not
know my name
but you precisely
may not know my story

you see me casually
from the outside
but did you notice
the insecurity inside?

you see me smile everyday
like the sun shines bright in the sky
but have you ever wonder
the history behind every smile?

you see me walking the pathway
highly confident to seize the day
dont you ever feel
what is like to feel afraid?

you judge someone by their weight
their personality and their grade
but let me ask you something
have you ever been in their shoes?

you may and may not
know their name
but you definitely
not know their story
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