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May 2016 · 705
Can I lick your ankle.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
Then lick your face to fined your mouth
and shut you the **** up
woman
why do have to nag
me you hag
you know I love you
even after you left
and why are back here
******* here
telling me things
and just ******* with my brains.

If any heavy metal band is listen
I can write the rest of this

Not so sure poform it
But it's all There

You will find me standing on the corner
where push turned into shove.
Heavy come lick brains, no
Doctors needed I have my own.
Do try,  Majic hands       .          Love you all P@ulxxx.
May 2016 · 157
Just 10 words.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
The thing about hiding,
is you just hide from yourself.
True    P@ul.
May 2016 · 221
I still love my blanket.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
It loves me back
holds me warm
non other held me
the way, my blankey doses
my father did not, just told me
be a man, do all you can, good night
broken emotion, and they wonder why
Can jump in the emotion
Why why me
I hold my hand up
just incase
there is a release button
I should get going
hold me tell me I am a good man
I should not stay here
and love you.
True Story    P@ul.
May 2016 · 207
Dry mouth.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
Have experienced this
I can not talk
that wine has just killed off my mouth
you like this ****
smile nice
what is it called
this wine we drink
thats not wine
champagne
**** me
I have gone insane
it induced a desert
into my mouth
got any red wine.
True P@ul.
May 2016 · 178
W o M A N.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
I saw your eyes
felt like you licked my brains
you knew me before I knew you
woman the alien
your so different from me
yet we are together all the same
licking inside my head
blue eyes, blue seas
dream of all the magic
we can see all things
with inside our heads
how I loved you
sit by, slide by me
WoMan
Just hold me.
True Gery and Pink again in my brain.   P@ul.
May 2016 · 205
I cry in waves.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
Feel it break on shores
of my face
if really bad
drips to my lips
where I taste salt
then my nose runs
and candles form
for now I am six
hip cupping words out I trying
to tell
blind living
blind hell
no response to words
it's just a dream.
True  P@ul.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
It makes me feel
like I should take more notice of you
not that is always good
let's not get in to this again
feel me now
feel the pain
my heart was broken.
True.
May 2016 · 200
Just.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
I have
just about
reached breaking point


He!    S N A P E D.
True  P@ul.
May 2016 · 278
Dust in my head.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
I hate traveling man
above the clouds there's nothing to see
but when I land
like a candy shop
wish my ear's would pop
then I can release the dust of travel
and dream along with the people I meet.
True Story  P@ul   ***.
May 2016 · 297
The break up of I<<****>>F.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
The breake up if
just another two letter word
well that statement
might seam poor
listen I will tell you why
surprise yourself
just listen to this man
if you told me that
if I knew
if only
if it had been like that
if only I knew why
if that was that
if no wait
no man
them to letters are not getting on
but we need you man
you can not split
if you do that
I will not be the man as I was before.
True story   :-)   LoVe  P@ul.
please tell why, you might like them cookies.
May 2016 · 330
dream's Is.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
Kandinsky
as his own head fell off
pushed out by a black line
all he see's is red and blue
as the turps burns his eyes
he can all most taste what he felt
as he paints
his surprise
into the art
of only
what we are worth
but only love me.
all true  P@ul.
May 2016 · 202
C O L O U R s.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
This week
I saw
just plane B L U e
so bright
it hurt
your eyes
and you
could feel it
in your brain
and
after that
I am just not
the same
and crashing cars
that my mate
Andy pulled off
a Polock that was just crap
Klee's wiggling lines
My head is full of colours.
True Story   P@ul ***.
love me to.
May 2016 · 237
You never care.
Paul Hardwick May 2016
When I was drunk and falling all about myself
you never cared
that traumatic day when I stubbed my toe on the bed
you just fell about and laughed
You never cared
my universe ended
that day when my sky broke and I fell on my ****
True story  P@ul.
Apr 2016 · 262
I've never loved a woman.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
Like she think's
I should
come on
ant it time
you lowered
your expectations
*** is
never love
*** is just one thing
that the whole thing
of love
is about
and I'm a man
*** for me is just
cravin that
but love is truth
you can give it to all.
True story of L O VE.
no ******* doves here  P@ul.
Apr 2016 · 303
Purple pen.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
Thank you
for being with me right here
right now and how

I see things in purple dreams
if you have something to say
say it right here
stop my dreams

Or just let me be free
some times I need to get out
but that was yesterday
and this me tomorrow

And that was only yesterday
will I face tomorrow
she hated me
and as for tomorrow
this is a strange dream
that is in my head.
Purple Pen writes.   P@ul.
I would like to dedicate this poem to PRINCE.
Thanks man R.I.P.  P@ul.
Apr 2016 · 220
Sandie stands.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
Sandie stands there
in front of the mirror
painting the lies back on her face
stops and stares
out of the window
but only see her reflection there.
True story    P@ul.
Apr 2016 · 443
And the poet lifts his pen.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
As the letters hide
hopping he he is two mind
the cattle grazing by the river
look at him as he comes
as his pen strikes
freaking himself out
purple
thats the colour here
see or hide
See the painted
purple dreams
living in purple clouds
driftting of into purple sense.


Purple bing bang hop.
Hope.
Apr 2016 · 202
Last time I saw the sun.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
Last time I saw the sun
I hid my eyes
never seen a thing as bright as this
felt like this was no sun at all
for if it was, would I be here right now.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
waiting for you
one eye fixed on the door
why is this given hell
hold my hand
for **** touch me
how do the hell I know
you know that to
and pass me by
even feeling my attraction
smells came and went
as you walked past
Hip hip Hop.
Apr 2016 · 195
Just have to.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
Just have to run
just have fun
two opersit conversations
Just have to start at last
Just have to find it
where ever it is
Just have to find
what the **** this is
but tonight I feel like a star
glowing high glowing low
just seen
not being me
what I am free
what I am
I hope you will tell me one day
P@ul   S T O O D
right there
after falling down this rabit hole
and banging his head
his mind dreams on.
Just had to say that.  ***.
Apr 2016 · 178
I might be old.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
On that day
as you held me before
I hit the ground right there in front of you
a stoke I had, but you did not give up on me
you remember what you learned
pumped my chest
breath in my mouth
and hear I am today
spotting this ****
but good **** it is.

Thank You.
True
Apr 2016 · 217
Jelly covered cloud.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
In the sky
and people going putty
and none of there legs had hairs
perhaps they are female
that live inside my brain
where the jelly was from I forget
if I ever knew
not that I like it at all
gets everywhere makes you sticky
3, 4, 5, I am glad to be alive
well you try have dreams like these
not always good being so surreal
when the curtains opens
you never know what you might become to know
I scream inside
then I can not walk
at that point wake up
with the ******* alarm going off.
True   P@ul Love. ***.
Apr 2016 · 310
Is that a hole?
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
Look what I have seen
there is hole in space
maybe fall in-between
slide from this universe
into one never seen
a new man hole
one step
will let you fall
from this life
to where man has never been
sorry to tell you this
but that hole
is in my brain
yes It looks like a rabbit hole
there is shrubs and stuff
just not trying to fall asleep
or aliases virgina will peep.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
I have alway's been backwards
before I am now always.
P@ul.
Apr 2016 · 235
I see things.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
I sing things that hurt me
I sing the words
I have seen people hating in vain
of things
they will never change
but they do
but by nothing they do
hurt from life
as people do
wish you could hold my hand right now
forgive me if I cry on you
never thought
you could be the one
things he placed in his mind
will be surreal
and things hard to find
holding hands is good.
P@ul.
Apr 2016 · 212
My life falls.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
Cover me
do not let me see
or be seen
I am the impossible dream
of the life
of what i have been
the impossible dance
of romance
lick me
my body will taste of silver
no perfumes
I am is
of is what always have been
I be by myself
soul the one of ones
being of ****** dreams
so go to sleep
and the dreams of life will fill your soul
with the life
I am asleep
I
am just the same
I am my mind
just now feeling new things
all I can imagination
Holds me now
but just still me
in my soul.
P@ul  ***.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
ed skipped two toes
forward
form one spot
right over there
and moved stealthly on his way
slipping between his own toes
holding on to nothing
hands free
maybe in 3 D
humming to himself
of no tune
just remix bars
of something he had hear once
but nothing in this world
can keep us apart
and if
if it should
I will be ok well for the day
hope you too
be you
and
i will be me
then lets us
try
to get
along
look at me
give my your trust
and I will give you trust to.
P@ul. had my two toes crossed.
Apr 2016 · 239
philologist D R e a M s.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2016
Dose she dream in french
or maybe Russian
dose she dream smells
dose she dream all the things in-between
dose she dream colours
for dreams are so small
but mean so much
to the senses of the head
but I know what you wish for
Love And Pease

Pease to all others.


P@ul.
True Poem   P@ul.  ***.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
I say fell more like
getting washed down a pipe
Will she survive?

skirts covers her eyes
each step on her ****
sort of retime beat
skirt flots down
in the pink again
with brakes puts out her knees
man I hate these fancy dress *****
and this is nothing like I dreamed it
yet it was
ok if it was, i will see that that there bald man
then there he was
Dear old slappedhead
if you want tea said the white rabbit
turn your cup upside down
but down was then up
and Alice stopped
and sat down on a seat
is this a party she said
the two twins
at the fare end
sang in harmony no
and both asked at the very same time
why are you here?
at that the tigger opposite said
here, here
**** Alice exploited
her dreams
and replied
sort of fell.

Sprinkle gold dust into eyes
there the magic goes on
to feel this way
I give you Alice with a very sore ****
if conflict
we can not leave her here alone.

The Tigger put a revolver at his head
pulled the tigger twice
Klick Klick the revolver said
the tigger slapped gun on the table
and said when?
when, when, will man know?

Alice blinked once or twice
and said
know what
it was at that the pig piped up
well at least it not me this time
and flopped back into a muddy puddle there.

There is an electric kind of teapot there
try to sell back to the electrical people there
whom will have none of it
think this is not real eletricals
Alice still had a sore **** all the same
and disregarded all this
At that
polly pipped up
polly was the cook
and asked what can I slop up
What day is it? Alice asked, smart girl
Monday
then Alice said soup
polly looked at her
the sort of look
that in init's own way could ****
at that Alice's hair curled
but all the time knew
her underwear was white than white
and she bathed in breeze
but polly would not have it bang her spoon down
and when that spoon hit
it could take anywhere
so put your rose tinted specs.
If you would like more you must write me and say,
if I get more, in the future, come back to this.    P@ul.  ***.
Mar 2016 · 314
Surreal People?
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Can they dream at all?
or would a surrealists dreams be in 3D
maybe hand touched textures
that they feel can hold and touch in there minds dream
maybe scents that they smell with there brains
so take care of your heads
and that remines me of a thing my Dad once said
if you want the get a hat
then get ahead.
True Story  P@ul  LoVe you all so much,  ***.
Mar 2016 · 248
Virtual Reality Me.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
50.4 pixels tall
360 degrees all around
but in 4 dimensions
standing there before you now
with you trying to touch my hand
which you will not
for I am not really me at all
its like getting old
and I am not sure the drugs work at all
or maybe they do
and that’s why I am
like I am
see
I have become
Virtual Reality Me.
True   P@ul.  ***.
Mar 2016 · 202
Hand Stands.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Change in life
is so a like
doing hand stands
turns your world upside down
make things you know
now seam surreal
takes a long time
to return to real
so no more
do my hands become my feet
and walking on them makes them ruff
so now using hand cream
and the blood rushes back to my feet
and the ideas no longer fall out my brains
but slip down into
my body of life.
True Story    P@ul.   ***.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
The horrors there to see
Get out there *****
ride all night
burn the wire
feel one with land
see what you see
for around the next bend is the end of life
be what you can be

T H E N
like
LIGHT
her she comes
men be afraid
S A F E
in her needs
Deb rides on.
No Idear
Mar 2016 · 190
In your head.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
I'm Back
at last
you know what I talk about
and as man
I find hard to deal
with your white goods
your shirts tails
and that what you know
to be you
but you is what it is about
get me singing
roll the stone
******* Hold my hand
at least once
look at me and kiss me for know reason
tell me the truth
woman feel.
True in my experience  P@ul.
Mar 2016 · 241
Hands.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
How do you cope with your hands
capel of so meany things
life your dreams

saying things
about how you feel
greetings love
all the worldly things

there was a life
there in words
I am more

look at my hand
see how it dances
look around inside
what is my life

Onedering when it Starts.
P@ul.
Mar 2016 · 393
Brussels spouts.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Brussels spout as they are known
cultivated in ancient rome
were grown in the 13th century in Belgium
a traditional winter stock
some being purple
known as red bull
as are the brussels people
strong but must be hurting now
as Europe sees the hurt go down
on all channels
and feels there loses
we the people here in Britain
feel it to
so we must find a way
to stop this to happen
and fight together
to stop   I S
with you
all my love
and sadness.


LoVe P@ul.
LoVe P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Remembering before I became 12 years old
man that time was bliss
I could look at a girl and see
my bests mate
no ******* difference in us
but became 13
hormones rampent like hell
found I had a ****
all changed
had to climb that hill
find me one I wanted
to apparently become my princess
woman
for a man do you know how hard that is
finding all those things out
like man you can't judge a book by it's cover
then you find the family has comments also
like
are sure this is woman you love
at this time
learn about heaven
lick your own soul
and hope to come out the other side
for man now
your in
free
fall all the way down
and Mom told me the truth




It will all end in tears!
LoVe P@ul.
Mar 2016 · 173
W. O. M. A. N.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Woman
when I die
you know
your
going to miss me
no longer to be we
now becoming I.
That might hurt!

Do not hurt
just go on being W O M A N.
I befor the he.

:-)  ***.
Mar 2016 · 674
Hob nail boots.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Brought them only yesterday
and already my soul has fallen off
nothing left to give my woman
who demands good looking shoes
at a glance knew
these boots are ******
and 'I am looking like a *****
and on nothing can stamp at all.
:-) but my little left toe receive a kiss x
And that made me feel warm.
Mar 2016 · 493
Heaven garden sent.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
In my garden it a tree
there only for me
it is called the tree of heaven
planted by my hand in my youth
this time of year will blossom
and every time it does
tells who I am
I look forwards to seeing its petals.
Love P@ul   XXXX.
Mar 2016 · 187
Nothing at all.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Big man flopped down on the bench
as the smaller men fell off in waves
and the music he listen to
waves too and meant nothing
to the big man at all
see the smaller fall.
Surreal poem 2x100+22.
XXXX.
Mar 2016 · 233
I can dance.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
I can dream of you
I can hate
I can lick up your inside leg
and find the place
where life began
Bliss began
in this smoke of life
make me feel un kind
as the woman you alway do

If you bite my apple
Eve became, murderd by Cain
but lick up my inside leg
then tell me the truth.
How I loVe     P@!ul.
Mar 2016 · 216
Truth.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Woman I love the way you look
but in no way want
to look into your mind, and find, you hate me!
Mar 2016 · 199
Dead Headed.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Nothing there at all
down pains in my body
no brains
Say fear is
the mans best friend
you get up
then it brings you down
nothing at all
sleeping in the midday sun
all join in hold my hand
feel me warm
of this life
hold my ******* hand
grip it hold it
that way
I can tell
your not dead
and just maybe
my passion
will flow
but if
you
just stand there
I can't reach
move me on
tell me we are one
hold my hand
feel how cold
or how warm
it has become
woman
hold it
make it
that dizzy feel
I fell from this world
when you embraced me
I forget what happen after that
but I know it was you
I have smells of you
on my hands
when down waft them under me nose
But I am
still dead in my head.
LoVe P@ul.
Mar 2016 · 186
Her lips.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
How I did kiss them
I felt new born
W O M A N are you for me
your eyes glisten
and as we dance
you know how to move your hips
it's a long way
to fall
and as a man
I know nothing at all
but I know
Spam comes in a can.
P@ul.
Mar 2016 · 171
The words L E M O N A D E.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Is a bit to sweet for me
thinking of my figure
still trying to hold my
stumark in
holding my breath
flat on the front
but not in mind
that goes where it will
woman get a grip on life
that is not why
I love you
I love what you are
I love you
just standing there beside me
as the sun reflects from your eyes
I know your there
I feel your karma
in my world
telling me
of all the things
I should not have done
trying to be some one else.
LoVe P@ul.
Level two, skipping in my universe.
Mar 2016 · 504
Walk with me.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Make me smile
for God knows I need it
I smile a lot myself
but just for I feel you need it
I smile to lighten your life
but woman you know
you do not smile at mine
and that has
become to make me hate it
so if you still want me
smile
and walk with me
in this universe
of love
just show me them lips
the lips that I love to kiss
with passion so
hold me
and tell me how good you feel
but for Gods sack smile.

Do not dress in black
unless woman it's for me.
LoVe P@ul    ***.
Mar 2016 · 222
Man with two brains.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
I am that man
that has two brains
and yet!
I feel beside myself
pulled this way
then that
and still
can'not choose
this from that
nor that from this
and that's a fact.
LoVe P@ul.    ***.
must admit in two minds
for posting this.
Mar 2016 · 164
Dust in my eyes. 10 words.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
It's not easy living here
on this ***** of life.
P@ul
Paul Hardwick Mar 2016
Growing up there was not much sound at all
in our house you could hear
a needle fall from the gramophone
or become blunt
and pick up dust from the air
and then the 60's came
and music was everywhere
it was at this time my mind became board
and went to look for drugs
to help me make sense of the new sounds
which did not help at all
I became confused
but that was that and not really me at all
pulling both socks up
I looked into art
picked the pencil up
found a new me, an expression
got ****** into the advertising
found love had kids
the advertising my dali crutch
love left me, the kids did not
till the day art died within me
and felt like I lost my soul
kids all grown up
both doing so well, I am proud of both of them
But now all I hear is my breathing.
True story     LoVe    P@ul.
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