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july hearne Jul 2017
i met karl denke once
had *** with him too

i met him on myspace,
he was the jealous type
and i loved it,
totally made me feel pretty

i met him in person
his mom called and asked him
who was over and if it was anyone important
he said no

i overheard the whole thing,
but karl made sure that i heard it
because he told me his mom had asked him if
i was his new girlfriend
and that he had said no.
then karl told me that he didn't owe me anything.

he also told me i was too tall,
he was used to shorter woman
"a lot shorter", he said

then another girl called,
he looked at the caller id
and said, "uh oh, i can't take this call now,
i'll call her back later"

karl didn't show me his city,
he kept me in his tiny apartment
it was a bachelor's he said
his refrigerator was very *****

when i got home
karl dumped me
because i asked him if he missed me

after i asked him that
he said:

"that's it, we're through"

he dumped me online
as i was listening to an mp3 file
he had just sent me via yahoo instant messenger

the song was "American Woman"
by the Guess Who,
a canadian rock band, formed in winnipeg in 1965

karl had planned the whole thing,
probably around the time he saw
my body wasn't built for *******

about a year after karl dumped
my american kardashian sized ***,
we spoke on the phone about all his new girlfriends.
karl told me my writing was too angry.

karl is doing really good these days,
he posts book reviews on goodreads.com
about books that i think are popular fiction
but am not sure, since i have never heard of them
and almost never read popular fiction.
karl doesn't care if you like his reviews or not.

his mom posted a picture of him and his latest girlfriend,
who will maybe soon be his wife if she isn't already.
she is a lot shorter, and probably isn't american
so she is good enough for him.

can't wait until karl hangs himself.
i hope his mom posts a picture of that
on her facebook page.
i'll never forget you karl denke, i want to but i won't.
Paul Jones Jun 2017
At the crack of dawn,      an indigo glow.
As swallows sing, I'm      restless with waiting.
03:30 - 14/06/17
State of mind: restless; over-thinking

Thoughts: from experience - of being awake at the crack of dawn and watching the indigo glow lighten by the hour.

Questions: none

Notes: part 1 of 3
Colm May 2017
I am an ocean
All men are
But especially me

You can look and see
Now for yourself
And also this

Within my name
Can you see?
The Sea?
Clever, clever, clever me. :p
Colm Apr 2017
It’s that moment in the parking lot
When you realize that it’s all over
That the end is here
Your future is near
And your present surroundings will not always be
I never really tell the backstory behind verses. And there is a reason for that. Sometimes I don't really want to own to it or take the time to explain the situation in its fullness (so as to do it justice). But I'll oblige here.

This one is about the end of an era. That moment when you realize something is over. High school, college, a sports venue, a relationship, a job, or whatever it may be. It's that awkward intersection which can either appear promising or terrifying. The future unknown and all of your old comfortable memories stretched out behind you.

I wrote this verse with a particular location in mind. A particular time. Back when I wasn't aware that all good things must come to an end.

#learning
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017
I AM SITTING IN MY CHAIR
IN MY RETIREMENT HOME
WONDERING WHY I ALWAYS
SHOULD BE ALONE  


I CANT REMEMBER WHAT
I USE TO KNOW
NOT EVEN IF I THINK
AND GIVE IT A DAM GOOD GO


MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS
DON'T COME VISIT ANYMORE
WHY DO THEY THINK I
HAVE BECOME A CHORE


ALL I NEED IS SOMETHING
TO PASS THE TIME AWAY
WHILE I AM SITTING IN MY CHAIR
AND MY MIND MAY STRAY


THINKING OF A TIME
OF A YOUNGER MAN
WHO COULD ALWAYS DO
WHAT EVER HE CAN


BUT WHILE I AM SITTING
HERE IN MY CHAIR
I AM THINKING THAT THE
WORLD DOSE NOT CARE


BUT NOW SITTING IN MY CHAIR
I HAVE A FRIEND NAMED MARK
HE IS A BIT OF A CHARACTER
AND A BIT OF A LARK


HE COMES TO VISIT ME
AND WE HAVE A CHAT
WHILE SITTING IN MY CHAIR
WELL HOW ABOUT THAT
I HAVE JUST VOLUNTEERING AT A RETIREMENT HOME IS VERY REWARDING BUT I HAVE FOUND OUT AS YOU GET OLDER TIME IS YOUR ENEMY
archwolf-angel Feb 2017
We wrote about the way we love
And the little things that happened in between
But what we have failed to realize
Is that
We were all slowly writing
Towards
**An ending
With every story, there will be an ending.
Jack Jenkins Feb 2017
I don't want you to know that I'm going down/
All the words getting stuck in the back of my throat/
My blood turning still and lifeless within my veins/
I chased you without knowing the price to pay/
Oh baby I'm a tormented soul in this world/
It's so hard for me to let go of the stars/
Oh I'm going down in flames today/
Someone give me a reason to stay/
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
What, indeed, is an enigma?
Shrouded in mystery, to bemuse ya!
A mystery wrapped in enigma,
A paradox with no stigma,
Expand into our phenomena,
A mystery wrapped in enigma........
Feedback welcome.
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
Yes, today I travel to an isle,
I'll linger on here a while,
It's a magical isle for poets,
We're all misfits, and we know it,
Our muse shrouded in mists and fogs,
One  isle for our mystical blogs,
I'll linger here a while,
Our misfit poets' fair isle..........
Feedback welcome.
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