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MeanAileen  Sep 2018
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MeanAileen Sep 2018
I can't wait to get you out of my life
no one has ever been so cruel...
no one has ever been so heartless,
or made me feel like such a fool.
I thought that I really loved you
I was in love with your other face...
the one I haven't seen in so long,
the one that vanished without a trace.
Oh, I just can't wait till you get up & go
and leave without saying goodbye...
leaving me alone, dearly departed,
leaving me alone while I cry.
You're sadistic, selfish and hurtful,
you're a bully and you've taken aim...
then point your fingers in my face,
but **** that! I won't take the blame!!
Yes, I wish that you were just a ghost
of the worst mistake I ever made...
of the one who ripped my soul apart
while I pulled the pin of his granade.
You treat random dogs better then me
even though you say I'm such a *****...
I just need to get you out of my life,
like Boost Mobile, it's time I switch.
Another one he'll never see....
It's just me venting anyway
MARIO  Aug 2018
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MARIO Aug 2018
Your eyes were a beautiful bluish black,
I was addicted to them like *****,
Our love was sweet like Applejacks,
We were doing good keeping things on track,
But one day your love just started to lack,
You were always seeking some feedback,
You wanted to leave and I let you pack,
To you our love was but a knickknack,
I lost your love and had a heart attack,
Now that I’m dead I’m taken aback,
Your heart was a twisted bluish black.
Clay Feet  Feb 2015
ASS
Clay Feet Feb 2015
***
***** in the ceiling
Expensive repair.

***** in the glass    
Duct tape

***** of a switch
Stripe the *****

***** of a gun
Someone's done

***** the vein
Relieve pain

***** of lightning
Frightening

***** the whip
Obey

***** my skull
My mind mulls

***** the mirror
Old wives’ tales dither

***** the door
It's  her …

***** of her ***
Beautiful tail
Ends this tight little piece
Quickie
jerrey  Apr 2018
On/Off Switch
jerrey Apr 2018
On
In the sun
Day’s begun
Stay awhile
And we smile
Feel alive
Take the dive
Pretty face
Sunny days

Off
In the dark
Nighttime starts
Leaving soon
Harrowing croon
Feel no more
Lock the door
Wretched face
Numbered days
ryn  Jan 2015
Bulb
ryn Jan 2015
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\               •think my               /
pen's almost dry•it's get-
ting oh so hard•ideas seem to just
\   fly on by•i'm unable to deal any more   /
cards•bottom of the barrel•i seem to be
scraping•trapped in a long, dark tunnel•
coherence eluding...the words that need
inking•i need a simple little trick...•to
soothe this perpetual itch•need my
/        bulb come on really quick•hope-        \
fully as soon as I flick on
/               the...switch•               \
|   ooooooooooo   |
•••••••••
•••••••••
•••••••••
•••••••••
•••••
ooo
CK Baker Jan 2017
In time you’ll recover and absolve
push those scorned impressions aside
hammer down the jaded edges
and sing
that delightful commoners song
the one you sang so well
in what seems a lifetime ago

You really had it you know
that fiery disposition and nimble cunning
those butter chords and derelict style
we could see it -- we could all see it
it was all it took to turn the evening tide
(and rile that buck fever)
heads bashing
tongues lambasting
middle fingers high
and raising Cain on those may fly statesmen

There were no rules
when it came to your survival
no textbook rally or common bond
no structured songbird or bravado stage
you either made it, or laid it
“life by the *****” Mr. Poppy would say
a kaleidoscope of dreams
with rich colored imagery
hardened artisan seams
in a carefully woven motif

But something got lost in the needle point
something sinister and distorted took hold
the quirks and street genius
that were your lifeline
gave way to grunts
and squeals
and chilling night crawlers
the colors faded quickly
to a cold confining grey

There was no grace in the new world
no retribution or switch back
no salvation or accorded finale
only edged platforms of blackened steel
that kept you cased
in a silent vanquished cell
shivering cold with fear
night without day
all in the shadow of death

But time heals all
and the polish sneakers
and open sores are long gone
(though the roman nose and shallow cleft remain)
indeed the falconer beat the widow maker
this go around
and I’m hopeful it won’t happen again
and if it does you’ll see me
standing hand on heart
with that old verse in hand:

he ain’t tainted
or silly,
and most certainly
not forgotten…
he ain’t loony
or fixed,
or a product of his self-doing…
he’s just a straight shootin’ guy,
who had the most of it
figured out
Tired of pain
Tired of living with regret
Tired of simply caring
The mental pain has cause physical
My mind isn't even a hurricane
It's a  *** of rubber bands
One thought causing another to spring off
I want to turn it off
Turn it all off
I still wanna see the world
I just don't want to experience it like this
I want to be hollow
I want to feel nothing
Flip the switch
Turn off the humanity
Learned to not give a f*
Learned to live completely numb
I've never been better
This is my first poem on here hope you like it
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