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Simon Woodstock Apr 2018
The scariest thing I've ever seen is a piece of blank paper sitting in front of me
It's presence haunting my thoughts in a way
will I write something good
what if it's terrible
However every time I find the words and the sentences that follow
usually in the early morning hours my mind tells me what to write
The inspiration as vivid and striking like a red dress on a summer afternoon
I can feel the heat starting to com bust as I rush to type every word before it's forgotten
the words written the title chosen now I wait and let the public be the judge
Simon Woodstock Apr 2018
I've fallen in love faster than a man falling from one hundred and seventy stories
In a way I relate every time my heart has tried to grab the last step I slip and fall below into the abyss
I am the no hitter the strikeout king
every time love comes round they shut it down
life's a funny thing maybe one day she'll come around
I won't turn sour over what's not in my power
Instead water my soul and further my growth
Such a sad soul I've become as I grow old
tired I am of that tune in my gut
where it stabs you deep and makes your heart start to rot
I lay awake in a daze my eyes are black and red
With a big grin on my face I smile for once at the thought of change
champagne rains down from the heavens as I slip out of conscious
life is but a lion testing to you tame it
Simon Woodstock Apr 2018
the rain falls on my face and slowly I awaken its dark but the lightning unveils the raging sea in the distance. I drank too much again. When I have too much to drink I feel like god when he stared at the earth as it flooded powerful in the most violent angry way. I can feel the left side of my face swelling up making it hard to see out of my left eye. Everything was going fine til I saw you across the bar with him. The look I saw in your eyes taught me multiplication faster then any teacher ever could. One shot was replaced for two every twenty minutes. Before my mind catches up with my body I'm next to you saying an awkward hello sizing up your new man. The rage makes me white hot to the touch and my mouth shoots out sly remarks like machine guns.  The next thing I remember I was staring at the ceiling. I guess that's the cost of loving the daughter of the most powerful mob boss in Miami. You kiss me on the cheek and tell me you wish me the best and like that your leaving with him. I lay there motionless praying to a silent god that the void would absorb me and end my agony. However nothing happens I get up dust myself off and leave to avoid further embarrassment. Parked around back is my old excuse of a car 96 corolla. like an eye sore I spot my car I get in only to spot him again . This time I can hardly believe my eyes she's hitting him and screaming at him. I try to make out the words but they're to far away. The rages begins to stir away to a boiling point when he smacks her across the face.  like a bull seeing red I explode and like that I'm out of the car charging him yelling the drunken battle cry of anyone about to get knocked out on the by the beach. I charge like a lion and like a poacher he ready's himself. I feel my knuckles explode as my hand greets his cheek. He sends a deadly left hook at my ribs before falling to the ground. I continued to attack him til he stopped moving and the look in your eyes you gave me was pale white. Looking down at what was now a dead man I ***** everywhere and run away. I don't look back I run straight to my beat down apartment and prepare for the worse. Clockwork really before its six in the morning five guys with guns show up and break my door down. With a butcher knife in hand I run for the back door only to feel the crescendo of bullets entering my body. I fall to the ground and think about what you said.
"I'll never hurt you"
Just a short story I wrote as a spur of the night
Simon Woodstock Mar 2018
Lets just be honest and say what we are
Were lonely broken hearts telling ourselves everyday life gets better while it only gets worse
the closet I've come to church in 3 years has been brief pieces of heaven gone before morning
let's be honest were just going to catch feelings **** and delete each others numbers because that's the kind of hallow people we've become
starving for love yet never accepting it until it's too late
forever staring at heavy metal questioning to push the pedal and let the brain matter stain the ceiling
alas we'd never to much at stake to meet an untimely fate
how can you coexist to my hunger to be great
when my ambition is at stake
Every night I lay awake killing myself over what I can't change
I don't know how to love myself so asking me to love you is so foreign
Simon Woodstock Mar 2018
Slowly I awaken
I am hanging upside down in the center of a room
the floor and surrounding furniture is covered in plastic
karma catches us all
I was on my way to Vegas to start over
to fund my life change I started robbing mob safe houses along the way figured i'd be a new man before they caught me
I was wrong
The drugs wear off and I feel every blow all at once and pains ignites like a 4th of July ceremony all over making me cringe and yell out in agony
Just like that my screams of pain usher in this 6'8 Russian guy with a baseball bat
"no one can hear you" says the russian
"*******!' I scream defiantly
he walks over with the bat he hand lines up his swing and like barry bonds on a good day I feel that Louisville slugger shatter my ribs more then they already were sending me weeping in pain holding blood in my mouth
"no one is gonna come save you either gingerbread man"
his phone rings and his smile disappears he vanishes to the other room leaving me to my agony so close yet so far away
I was almost free
The Russian wall returns a few minutes later with the last face I could hope to see Vincent cauldron his friends called him Vinnie
His enemies usually didn't live long enough to call him anything
he came directly to me
"nothing personal kid you just ****** up" he said coldly
he pulls out a pistol and hits me in the temple with it
after he orders the Russian to cut me down I collapse on the floor and feel my insides fall apart while blood leaks from my face
"let me go" I yell with the last of my strength
"afraid not bud you stole too much to be forgiven"
Vinnie continues "but if you like i'll try to not enjoy it as much as the last time I had to do this" I feel all the hope leave my soul and I begin to accept my fate
This is it  the end of the show
I begin to turn cold and daze off only to reawaken to the sound of a buzz saw at once I begin screaming with everything I had left
My voice was wasted no one was around to save me and I was about to die shortly
before I can finish my thought I feel a butcher knife skate across my throat with ease
I stop screaming
I collapse back on the ground and let myself bleed out vinnie and the Russian set fire to the room and leave me to die alone
"maybe in the next life you won't be such a **** up" Vinnie tells me before he leaves
As the fire gets closer and my blood soaks the plastic I think about every path not taken and the lovers you left behind
Nothing Matters
In my last moments I smile because **** it
who wants to live forever
FIN
I literally just let my mind wander and this was the result
Simon Woodstock Mar 2018
Graceful as the butterfly moves as piercing as the hornets nest strikes
she took to the pole
body shaped like a satellite  connected straight to the soul glowing only ever brighter with each step  
with every maneuver you can see years of dedication
every different song brings a new mirage
as she dances you can't help but become in a trance
at the heavenly sight of a confident woman empowered by the love she has for herself
Like a thief in the night she could take your breath away in a blink of an eye
the world is a stage and the pole was her  megaphone
Her message was clearer  then your reflection on the lake while the sun rises
Simon Woodstock Mar 2018
Like an Olympic figure skater she elegantly twirls around the pole
her movements flow together like a rushing stream
However her presence is like that of a mountain
Unapologetic
she climbs and twists on the pole as if it was and extra limb
telling the emotion of the song with such beauty
bearing a smile worth more than diamonds matched with a heart of gold
Fearless
Shes eternally in love with herself so she moves without hesitation
Like a hurricane she crashes thru each movement  destroying any doubt or bad vibes
She is an elegant, unapologetic,  woman of class
spreading kindness to all she meets
loving every step of the way
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