Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 May 2013 RIKKI
st64
1.
pushing blindly
through carpet of old leaves
phototropic

buds anew.



2.
rare, potent connect lies
yet, affection unslung,

only
cloak refurbished.


(on lit trop)


S T, 12 May 2013
what is real?

oft, a change of scenery is great, yet it doesn't change its upstairs counterpart.

wearing new jacket over a torn shirt...means, there's still that **** torn shirt underneath!

novel moniker...still has you underneath, no?



sub-entry:

'essence'

1.
(try) too hard to capture essence
granted in tiny drops.

drink gratefully every heady dram
inhale displaced mercy
swoon in thoughts

purity of rain's essence remains pure
cannot be diluted nor enfeebled.

2.
yet
can't get over
really an uphill battle

and still
so intent on overtaxing strengths
leave beats so
downhearted, thread-bare.


enjoy new growth!
 May 2013 RIKKI
David
Here I am again,
A seal perched upon pillows,
On a polyester cotton blended sea
 May 2013 RIKKI
M Clement
I tried to figure out what to do.
(I'm bored you see)
So, I figured I'd write a line or two.
(Hell, I could write more than three)

So, here I am, click, clack, clickitty, clack
(That's keyboard presses)
Trying to type away my modern heart attack
(That's women in cute dresses)

I listen, I sing, I play
(iTunes offers impressive influence)
I wring my brain in the midst of day
(School no longer on offense)

So I write, seeking gains
(I hope you like it)
I write from experience, common pains
(Like cleaning dog ****)

I wear horse heads
(I get so bored)
I bleed in clean beds
(Then I remain floored)

Only you
(What's happening?)
I take two
(I can't stop; it's maddening)
 May 2013 RIKKI
st64
Pep.per.corns
 May 2013 RIKKI
st64
Our pods are our ships from Mercury.

As you grind us and eat
Yes, grind on....

We colonise your body.



Hooooooooooooo




S T, 4  May 2013
Ha ha ha!

aaaaaaa-choo!

Achoo!

Achoooooo!

Ok, that out the way, three times.
Bless me :)


Ever wonder how dust lands on a ceiling?

Not talking 'bout webs.....webs  can come in very handy!
 May 2013 RIKKI
M Clement
I like to pretend I'm a bomb
(During ***)
Watch me blow up (Covered in Latex)
Contamination,
like a good bomb squad (We hit the deck)
*******
******* on false pretense (We can make it to the kitchen)
Baby, baby, baby
Cradle-rocking ******* on the back seat frame
(You promised to give me brain)
I'm the scientist of my own demise (Turning truth into twisted lies)
I listen to the same music for every emotion
(I am backwards, spinning ocean)
I've been swearing less (But that doesn't matter here)
**** Epitome
(Holiday Cheer)
Put it in your mouth, it's so much cuter (I stay sitting by the computer)
I can be clever, I can be ******
(I can keep springtime into October)
I miss writing like this some days, and others, I'm glad to get away from it.
 Apr 2013 RIKKI
Chuck
Spit and Swing
 Apr 2013 RIKKI
Chuck
When the world
***** you dry
Wet your whistle
      And spit

When the spit
Doesn't come
Fold you fist
     And swing

When the punch
Doesn't connect
Say your prayers
      And die
 Apr 2013 RIKKI
marina
i've been
longing to ask
if you'd
colour
me
in
(i wouldn't even mind
if you didn't take the time
to stay inside the lines)
 Mar 2013 RIKKI
amt
Reality
 Mar 2013 RIKKI
amt
What a *****.
 Mar 2013 RIKKI
M Clement
Scrap what've been saying,
Let's start over.
I'll be nicer
But you be wiser...

No

That's what I've been saying all along.
That's not really starting over, eh?
All right, really, now.
Let's do this.
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for swearing so often
I'm sorry for never respecting myself
And more than anything, I'm sorry for the downward spiral that I never stop until
It's too late
That's what I'm sorry for.
I'm sorry for my hedonistic tendencies, and I'm sorry that I forget about you
The funny thing about relationships is that they require both people working
...I haven't worked since I was five.
Child labor
 Mar 2013 RIKKI
Chuck
Cereal Killer
 Mar 2013 RIKKI
Chuck
I am a cereal killer
Devouring Life is a thriller

Snap, crackle, and pop
I make the flakes drop

Stalking salubrious crunch
Murdered for breakfast and lunch

My appetite for Trix is voracious
For my Lucky Charms, I am gracious

Mud & Bugs haunt my soul
Desecrating Grape-Nuts whole

Yea, I'm Nut n' Honey and Cocoa Hoots
Krispy Kritter Krave Fruit Loops

I'm a cereal killer
Yet a community pillar

Can't comprehend why it's a crime
Unrepentant, I'll massacre cereal every time
I asked my son what I should write about. He said cereal killer, so this is what he got. I never understood why it's a crime. Haha The words in capitals are names of cereal, as if you didn't know. Thanks for reading my silly poem!
Next page