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Like A Book
See how the Fake God and his Wallflower
Sit next to one another at the work’s Xmas party
We all know what comes next later after food
And plenty to drink they honour the tradition
******* till they can’t ***** no more
She likes empowered managers and he likes her
She said to a rep it was his first time joining them all
Yes as he picks the rival account but it’s Xmas
And he wanted to take notes and document
All what goes on for posterity and all that
Managers and the gals they attract
It’s all scripted and never changes
The rep knows the *** will be good
And equally scripted almost like a story
That he wrote long ago guy and gal
Fake God and Wallflower going at it
You know how it is just like a book
Always the same year in year out
As in Bangkok as in Manila
kmr Aug 18
Your hands felt like sandpaper
Against the softness
Of my skin
But I convinced myself
That the discomfort
And your pitiful displays
Of love and affection
We’re better than nothing -
Better than the emptiness I felt
Whenever I was alone.
But while I was telling myself
That I loved you
And we could last forever,
You were using those rough hands
To smooth out the edges
That you decided were too sharp.
You attempted to mold
And shape me
Into someone that
I no longer recognized
And disliked more
Than the girl I was before.
The worst part
Was that I allowed it to happen.
I played my part,
Letting your cruel touch
And all the lies,
That you always spoke,
Melt me.
Turning me into the putty
You played with
And stretched way too thin.
But you slipped up,
And exposed the skeletons
You kept hidden away.
I finally came to my senses,
Opening my eyes to the blinding truth
Of who you are
And what I have allowed you
To do to my life
And to my soul.
I was gone,
Before you even knew
What was happening.
I stripped every aspect of you
Out of my life
And washed myself clean,
Scrubbing the memory of your touch
Off of my skin.
I have repaired
Every piece of myself
That you tore down
And sharpened all my edges
And I have never shed
A single tear
To mourn the loss of you.
Because by losing you,
I found something
So much better.
I found myself,
And she’s so much more beautiful
And amazing
Than I ever thought possible.
Nicky Aug 17
POP
You NEED to do this and you NEED to do that
I’m no longer me, I’ve become flat
What makes you an expert, on my mind?
You no longer see me, you are now blind

I don’t do as you say so you ply me with guilt
These kind of conditions have caused me to wilt
My petals have faded; they’re all on the floor
You think it will stop, if I just give you more

I’m not sure; I have much left to give
I’m desperately lost, I feel I can’t live
I’m stuck in a box, I don’t have a voice
I’m doing things and I don’t have a choice

I’ve shut down, I no longer smile
You can’t see me; it’s just not your style
I’m nothing unless I do what you say
I’m no longer human, I’m now decay

My voice has no sound, my tears you can’t see
It’s all about you, it’s no longer WE
I’ve so tried hard, to release, my chains
I need you to look, and see, the strains

I get so frustrated, I’m starting to pop
I keep so much in, with the hope it will stop
The hope is now lost, I have nowhere to turn
I’m all alone, I’m starting to burn

If I give in to the tears, forever they’ll flow
A lot has happened, a lot no one knows
All I wanted, was a real hand,
But I’ll never ask and I’ll never demand

There is help, it’s in tablet form
I’m scared of it, don’t want to conform
I won’t be real, I’ll just be numb
Is it all I can do with the damage that’s done?
Nicky Aug 17
Reaction

Why is the desired result a teary reaction?
Can’t people just be straight within their social interaction?
Reacting quickly and at times without control
Followed by isolation into an introverted hole

Impossible situation, dangerous communication
A feeling of anger and psychological stagnation
Why is the desired result a teary reaction?
A desperate thirst for egotistic satisfaction!
Unique Aug 17
Your hands were too tight around my neck
But you said you like when I wear chokers

You say you like when I come over

Come closer

            But only when you tell me to

Like how you like to tell me that it’s over

Watch my eyes turn to oceans that you control the tides to

Watch my body fall to pieces right in front of you

Watch me melt into myself
And question every “I love you”
Every “I’d die for you, would you die for me too?”

             You see me dying for you.

Dying for your desire
Dying to see one piece of truth in the eyes of a liar

You see me searching for the man I fell in love with as you burn me with words of fire

           You ask me why I’m crying

But as soon as I try to give you a reason worth while, you slap the tears from my skin

You dare me to open my mouth again
You say “baby put your foot on the gas, let’s go for a spin”

         You give me that same sinister grin

The same on you gave me the night you told me you shot that man

The same one you looked over your shoulder with as you brought brass knuckles to the face of someone being too femme

That grin you gave the prophet as she warned you of the suffering to come due to your sin

                      That ******* grin

Not the one I fell in love with
But the one that laughed in my face when I said I was leaving

The one that put a gun to my head just to say, “I love you baby, I’m not teasing”

But that you scared me, it tricked me, it said you wanted to please me

But in reality in only made me confuse pleasure with pleading
anonymous Aug 17
theyre mad again and its my fault

tension
dr
      i
         ps
down the hall
as i
try
to hide myself
away from people
who send
the sharpest daggers through my soul
shattering me
without even trying
im trying, i hope they know
even though its hard
to keep my head up
when i want to bury it
far away
where they will never
ever
reach it
but
if i think about it reasonably
its my fault
and im sorry
EJ Lee Aug 16
I need to walk away from us
The fighting
The manipulation
The drama
The violence
The Trauma
I need to walk away from us
I need to start over
I need to love myself
I deserve better
For that to happen
I need to walk away from us
The love blinders need to come off
So that I can see
The mess that you have created
And hold my head up high
And regrow my spine
So that I can walk away from us
Start a new life until you are
Nothing more than a distant memory
Free from your influence
And negative comments
I have changed
And I am not going back
As there is no us
To walk back to
But only me to move forward  
And to start anew
05/30/2024
Thomas Harvey Aug 16
The day is normal as any other day
Johnny wakes up for school with a note by his bed
His mom tells him to behave and apologies she couldn't stay
He gets up and combs the hair on his head

On the way to school he cuts through the rail-yard
He stops for a minute to put some pennies on the track
On the way out he slips past the old guard
Times dwindling down, he knows he has to pack up the slack

At school he’s greeted by no one
He sits alone in his class, dreaming of escaping
Pondering to himself if it could really be done
As he stares out the window at the landscaping

When school is out, he rushes to the local diner
He scarfs down enough food to feed a family of four
As if he hasn't had any food that's finer
After he's finished, he still asks for more

On the way home he collects his now flatted pennies
He tucks them away in his pocket
Back at home he has plenty
He’s saving up to buy a rocket

A rocket to fly away from here
To go somewhere only he will know
So, then he will no longer fear
If only he was able to go

By the time he gets home, the sun has faded away
He walks through the door and shuts it lightly
He looks to broken glass on the ground with a loss of words to say
And he holds his fist ever so tightly

Before he can take another step, he is pushed to the ground
He feels a drop of beer hit his face
He looks up and his father ask if his mother has been around
Johnny doesn't answer, his father calls ham a disgrace

A few more bottles are thrown in anger
Johnny is then thrown and locked in his room
He wishes she could have taken him with her
And not leave him to this doom

Johnny cries though the night
Praying for a chance to leave
To fly away like a kite
He wonders if his being too naïve

When he wakes the day is as normal as any other day
Johnny wakes up for school with a note by his bed
His mom tells him to behave and apologizes she couldn't stay
He gets up combs his hair and wishes his father was dead
Bea Rae Aug 13
Why do I find every reason to stay
With the man
Who makes me question
My own morals
Bea Rae Aug 11
The floor is littered
With dishes as broken
As your promises
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