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Sharkey Poems Nov 2023
If my body is a temple,
It is in ruins.

You saw.
You came.
You conquered.

Take my smile
For a ride
And my blood
For the drive.
Then
Sell my heart
For.parts.

Don’t look back
I am not there.
I am just ashes in dirt
All that remains
Is pale tracks of hurt.

If my body is a temple,
I am in ruins.
Sharkey Poems Nov 2023
Ten minutes ago,
I looked fabulous.

My hair was so pretty
And neat.
Not wetted down
with sweat from the top of my head
to the *****
Of my feet.

Ten minutes ago
I looked fabulous.
Even though traffic
Was angry and tight
The AC cooled my face and
My eyes
On my drive to here.
My thighs were not chaffing
And my underarms were dry.

Ten minutes ago
I looked fabulous.
My linen suit was pressed.
I was so pleased
With how I dressed.
Now ignore the wrinkles
That plague my skirt.
I will not cry
Nor look hurt.

Ten minutes ago
I looked fabulous.
My answers memorized.
My potential on the brink
Of being realized.
I was not rushing and
Falling up steps.

Ten minutes ago
I looked fabulous.
Sharkey Poems Nov 2023
He used to think he was better
Than the rest
He deserved the best of the best.

Not some waitress, working a double shift.

He deserved a trophy
To flash
His success.
Not a
Flirty waitress
Counting her tips.

A CEO in a Chanel Suit
Or
Social media hack
With plastic *****
and blistered lips
Worthy of an Instagram post.
That's what he needed,
Needed
The most

Ahh, but that waitress....

No.
He thought:
I’ll have the waitress over.
All this.
Sharkey Poems Oct 2023
Billy Jeans
Lived next door
I was five
He was tall
He wore denim shirts
And matching jeans.
He’d squeeze me real tight
So I squirmed
And I screamed.
I kicked
And I cried
Until I was freed.
Sharkey Poems Oct 2023
Sometimes

I wish I was Brando

To be the best

At being

Anyone
.....else.
Sharkey Poems Oct 2023
My heart hurts but it will pass
The sting and swelling
It will not last.

But, oh at this moment,
My spirit lies low.

It's just another of
Life’s messy blows.

I am not special or
Better than anyone.

It’s just this time,
I wish I had won.
  Mar 2019 Sharkey Poems
Todd Carter
I feel it, I feel it to my core

I feel it, an empath to my bones

I feel it, not sure where to go

I feel it, the pain I know is real

I feel it, I know down deep that this is time last spent

I feel it, I want to fight it, but to what end?

I feel it, is it worth it?

This is my life, is it worth it?

Does my life justify the fight?

The demise is imminent, is it worth the fight?

The collapse is assured, if I give up, will it be alright?

Oh, America the promise, what has become of us?

No longer I pledge, my country ‘tis of thee

I feel it, as I watch the destruction of liberty

I feel it, the collapse of the “great experiment,” so they say

I feel it, the genocide and slavery of which we were born

Were we ever really different than those who came before?

We tell ourselves lies to keep from confronting  the horror we inflict

I feel it, the hate, the racism, the treatment of people born brown

I feel it, powerless to inspire, to change, to resurrect common ground

I feel it, but what does that even mean anymore?
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