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Poetic T Mar 2015
I cuddled upon it since birth,
It was the friend that kept me
Calm,
Peaceful,
Friend
Of my sleepy times, always there,
But I awoke and Blanky wasn't there
"MUMMY"
"DADDY"
As both ran in,
"What is it our little one"
Tears streaming, words jumbled in emotions
Mummy stroked my hair
Daddy Sshhh....
Sshhh...
Sshhh...
Sshhh...
And all was calm in the world,
B, B, "Blanky"
Has gone away,
Mummy soft spoken voice speaks
"Lets check your bed"
No not there?
"***** trained detective looks around"
Sniffs the air,
Sorry mummy that was me,
Mmm... to the playroom
High,  Low
Here,  there
Places searched but no where found,
His thoughts of blanky and sweet sleep,
As he searches each room, doggy sniffs
Come on Hairy,
He checks his bed nothing but hair,
His baby mind thinks back to the other day
Blanky and me,
Me and Blanky,
To the garden Woof, little fingers can not reach
Woofs hind legs stretch up,
"Good boy Woof"
As the door opens to
The great outside,
Near the sandpit
"No"
Near the grass
"Neither"
Then he spots it
Then its seen,
"Blanky I have missed you"
Hanging just out of reach,
"Detective work is never as easy as it seems"
A baby has skills, as he takes his *****
Sticky patches take hold and on top
Of a head, smelling fresh,
Not that just thumb ****** sleepy smell
But we can change that,
Blanky wrapped around
***** dragging  behind, a  new one needed I think,
"Mummy"
"Daddy"
"Its solved"
The missing blanky case is solved
It was washed, ***** it was once,
But so soft and cuddly once more,
It needs that just slept smell,
A detective is off to get snuggles sleep
Till the next case awaits, till I awaken
Its sheep time for me, goodnight or day everyone sweet dreams.
Another case solved, Special guest appearance Woof as Woof :)
Sshhh!
A minute silence to the departed,
be it faithful or sinful, let's observe
The beautiful lieu of the ones who were before
The new home of those who've said goodbye
Sshhh!
The eerie feeling of déjà vu hits again
The sun rises not in this marble arch
The loud silences that deafens all
Sshhh!
Another is laid to rest on the east wing
A fresher to tell new tales
Many dressed to bid farewell
A fair lady screams to Israfael
Sshhh!
Tell all to prepare the initiation rite
A newcomer to make all look good as dead
Sshhh!
Someone looks here, staring deeply
Sshhh!
Tell all to lay still till dark.
Julie Grenness  Apr 2016
PFS...
Julie Grenness Apr 2016
Why do men sit sulking alone?
Is it worse than Premenstrual Syndrome?
Is PFS far worse for men?
Indeed, by PFS, what is meant?
Why, it's Post Football Syndrome!
Don't say it's only a game, Oh no!
Round here, it's total blasphemy,
Or, let's say, utter heresy!
SSHHH...let's tiptoe away,
Dodging his tantrums today,
How does PFS affect you?
Find something else to do,
Preferably in another room,

Why do men sit sulking alone?
Easy, they have Post Football Syndrome...
SSSHHHHH......!!!!!
Have a laugh, feedback welcome.
Keah Jones Dec 2015
sshhhhh
slow down
everything is moving at a mind numbing pace
I can't tell where I am anymore

this body feels like a vice
growing tighter and tighter
the madness is coming back
my brain is swelling and my skull has no give

all I can feel is my body shaking willow branch in the wind
I can't type fast enough to get the smatter of chaos out of my head
this isn't a poem
this is a frantic plea of distraction

I just need the pill
it's sliding down my throat
ten minutes is a life time when you are counting the milliseconds

here it comes
relief
the swelling is reducing
the wind is dying down
everything is coming into focus
st64  Jul 2013
Ransom
st64 Jul 2013
quiet now
no noise
sshhh
shhh now

1.
kidnapped
out the blue
pretty blue-eyed waif
with bangs
screening her
fear


2.
today is the day
she learns of devotion
he will teach her
slowly

they have time
away
in the woods
         far from everyone
         nothing but sylvan moves for company
         a cabin in the mountains
         no easy access
but by trail


3.
how they learn of each other...

until law enforcement
     decides to pay a visit


runaway man
has to hide
yet
loses no love
from the hostage
who protects
in the end

his demands are almost none

the ransom
merely:
to be left alone




shhh
quiet now
they can't hear us
hush, baby
don't you cry now*




S T, 5 July 2013
woke from nap earlier.
reminded of 1975 film, 'Sweet Hostage' featuring M.Sheen and L.Blair.
what a film!

so, this piece is a duo-twist between that and film 'Misery'....

strange how strong can be the psychological link in the relationship between hostage and captor.





sub-entry: 'natural senses'

1.
oh yessssssss
you can see me
finally

surpassed all the conduits
of
natural senses

you got me


2.
now, come closer
come on...

lemme tell you
what you long to hear
and whisper this secret
in your ear:
...............
...............
...............

...............!

yes :)


3.
the image
behind the image
should
become clearer now
for you

and now...your hands
time to get creative, baby

oh, yes!
Circa 1994 Jun 2014
It is not an excuse, but it is a reason.
It is not your fault that I am not strong enough to stop this thing I do.
This thing that hurts the both of us, but it really hurts you.
Part of me thought you already knew.
I convinced myself that you’d picked up on the subtle hints I’d dropped on your feet like soggy feathers.

I don’t need you to forgive me.
I need you to do what will make you okay.
I need you to be better in spite of me.
I need you to graduate and become successful.
I need you to marry someone with blue eyes and blond hair so I hate myself every day.

People make excuses for me and it makes me feel like hemorrhaging.
I don’t want to party.
I don’t want to dance.
I like to marinate in this pain I’ve earned.
To know that I may never know you because I got to know someone else. Might never open my eyes to the sight of your face two inches in front of mine.

Do not fall in love with these words because they are made of ink and ink bleeds, but I don’t.
I sent you all my love in an airplane that crossed over the sea.
And by the time it got there, you were half way to me.
Don’t let my tears coax you into settling.
My hurt is irrelevant when it is what caused yours.

So many things I want to say but have no right to.
Sign a permission slip to grant me access to the places closed off with yellow tape.
How could I ask for a second go at cutting you into confetti?
Come here, I said come here.

You need to be here, so I can stop being this way.
But is not fair to say.
It is not your responsibility to restore my innocence.
When did I become so selfish?
Why did I take directions from strangers that played their music too loud?

I should have done molly.
Should, shoul, shou, sho, shh. Sshhh.
I should have done more drugs and given less hugs.
Sshhh.
I should not have dressed that way or done my make up just so.
I should have been looking through pictures of you on my phone.
Oh, that face. The one that thought I was perfect.
You know the one, with the eyes I wanted to one day see on the face of our child.

I'm naïve. I am an airborne virus. You caught me on the bus.

You were never not perfect.
jonni inferno Apr 2018
Astrologers
their readings ruptured
now run around
in panic-stricken circles

How can this be ?!!?
What shall we do ?!!?
Ceres is Gone !!
Now Pluto too !!
Who shall be next ??!!??
Jupiter ??
Neptune ??

Alas
We know their plans
and they've been confirmed

- No -
it's not Saturn...
- sshhh -
Be quiet now
- Please -
Do Not Squirm
They only want
Uranus

Yes
Uranus
from a planet
to a planetoid
and if they keep going
a lowly
ghastly
asteroid


pic/poem
http://oi63.tinypic.com/9suo01.jpg
just a comedic finish to "Pluto, Thou Hast Fallen"
included the link to the pic/poem at the end
Eric L Warner  Oct 2017
Sshhh
Eric L Warner Oct 2017
Writers block isn't always writers block.
Sometimes you just have nothing to say.
Or no one worth saying things too.
Sometimes it's a plan that no one can see the forest for the trees and you just need to zip up your mouth and let it all come together at the end for them like some brilliant film they're seeing for the first time.
The kind that requires a second viewing.
Some of them have called me a psychopath.
Some have called me a genius.
I think it's too early to add up the score.
She always wanted to be
as famous as
Shakespeare.
Bawling dramatically in the cornfield.
My flip flops stuck
in the oozy mud
as I followed her for safety.

She sobbed on my shoulder during Titanic because she wasn't as beautiful
as Kate Winslet.
The rest of the cinema
gave me funny looks.
Soggy shoulder,
everyone necks craning to listen
to my therapy phrases.
"Sshhh. It's okay.
You're beautiful in a different way".

I never told her that lipstick didn't suit her.
And she still wears it now
on Facebook.
If you think this is you, it probably is.
Sk Abdul Aziz  Jun 2015
Deathwish
Sk Abdul Aziz Jun 2015
I was a loner when i was born
I will be a loner when i'm gone
The good,the bad and the ugly....the highs and lows of life....
....i've seen it all
There were times when i wished i were dead
And then there were times when i had a ball
I've never had no expectations...coz whenever i've had one i've lost it all
Isolation's been my best friend
One misery in my life followed by another...that's been the trend
I once looked at the stars..
...How they seemed to shine so bright!!!...
....It's like they were making love to the universe
Out in the dark....in the open sky
Some in a cluster...
While some spread so very far
As far as my sight went..right up to the distant horizon
.....Beautiful assemblage of lights
Just looking at them made me high...
I guess we r all looking for that one particular face(the star of our life)..somewhere out among the stars.
Alas!!!... i don't have this luxury with me
SSHHH!!!!.........can you hear it??....
.....The serene silence of Death
..the bitter taste...the elixir that frees you from the chaos and confusion of life
I sometimes want it so bad....
Truth and falsity....hope and regret...they all find peace in death
As my body grows old with the advent of time
And my soul is but aching...
Life has reduced me to a caricature
...All i wish for is to go to that place of eternal sleep
...and for Death to engulf me in it's fury-filled grasp.
Gemma Sep 2020
Sshhh it's a secret, I said.
"Of Course I'll never break your trust".
So why did you feel with no good end result,  break it you must?!
Did it feel good?
What did you gain?
I'm struggling to understand, your need to cause pain?
Don't tell me you didn't realise!
You didn't think it through, I specifically said DON'T MENTION THIS, I specifically said that to YOU .
So what was your end game? What result did you want, surely it wasn't just my secret to flaunt?!
Things said in confidence that are relayed back several times over. Chinese whispers but with malicious intent.
Darkly  Aug 2016
Are My Chances
Darkly Aug 2016
The feeling is so hidden away.
Protected shrunk down reduced in size to within straight lines traced with fingers into a tiny box.
Ninety degrees.
V = a2h
Thrown through a dimension door into another place far away tucked underneath earth and grass and kept quiet by flowing water.
You are connected to it so well it is simply a part of you.
A very small part that is very large.
sshhh
Don't tell them that.
Your secret is safe with me.
(By The Moon, They Are)
And things will never be the same.

— The End —