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Samantha Nov 2018
Why are teenage boys so aggressive?
I can take care of myself, thank you.

Do they think violence is impressive?
I can fight my own battles, thank you.

Are they trying to be protective?
I don't need a bodyguard, thank you.

Are they all so very possessive?
I don't belong to anyone, thank you.
As a woman, I don't need my boyfriend's help to make me feel incapable, society helps all us women plenty on that front. I've had enough.
Brandon Conway Aug 2018

One tower falling
We all gazed, boss yells at us
"Get back to work!" CRASH!
Trying to combine dark comedy into haikus.
Truly Lustful Jul 2018
Her
Every day I see her
Dark red hair
She treats me so sweetly
Even after a cold stare

Every day I see her
Sometimes sad
I try to make her happy
Even if it turns out bad

Every day I see her
Lost in thought
I know she works hard
Even when it's naught

Every day I see her
Grinning at me
Her face so sincere
Even if she lacks Vitamin D.

Every day I see her
At lunch she sits across
I feel my heart skipping
Even though she's my boss.
I work night shift, and this is about my manager. She works so hard and gets treated so poorly by the day shift managers, but I admire her so much and may have a tiny crush. <3
Isaac Spencer Jun 2018
The ship rocked-
Back and forth,
The village ablaze,
It would burn for days,

Bandits and yokai-
Stood in my path,
Katanas and claws,
No love, nor laws,

The shrine-
Kodama singing,
An otherworldly light,
Only for some's sight,

Fallen souls littered my path-
Their power aglow,
I'll leave it at the shrine,
What's theirs is now mine,

I'll board that ship-
Kusurigama in hand,
And inside the hold,
Release the demon's  soul.

Dodging aside-
The yokai furious,
I remain undefeated,
And claim my amrita.
Poetic T Jun 2018
Bellowing ferocity holds its calm
over the imperial hunger of ants
                         clambering feverishly  below.

Even though they build to the heavens,
             It will wash clean  away
every virtue of there
                        false benevolence.
Cardboard-Jones May 2018
She paid the cost
Endured the loss
Bounced back and found her way.
Now she in her groove
Making all the moves
On a path that she paved.
Oooh everyone around her playing charades.
Oooh while she over here tryna get paid.
Everything about her is self-made.

See the jewels? Oh best believe she bought it.
See the car? She only drives in exotics.
Where she came from? Oooh she ain’t forgot it.
When we locked eyes, no surprise, these feelings yeah I caught it.

Oooh she’s the boss.
But that’s no shock.
Got a walk that match her talk.
That’s floss and gloss.
CEO of the life she lives.
She’s got the sauce.
Homies mad that she don’t show them the ***.
Mmm that’s not her fault.
She say she loves me but no need me,
Oooh that’s my boss.
we'd all like to have
that nice cushy job
where toiling can be given
a mammoth fob

those who've landed
in these plum positions
will be assured of the
best working conditions

few if any missions
do get facilitated
the office is a place
of nil being slated

an extended lunch hour
management takes
whilst busy bees are
hauling the heavy stakes

company CEO's lounging
around in boardrooms
penalizing the labourers
who are pushing the brooms

wouldn't it be great
to sit constantly down
and not keep polishing
the boss's idling crown
gabriela arias Mar 2018
today I decided
to paint my nails blue.

I remember you'd say
that when painted this way
I looked like a 'child';
'foolish'

you liked it when I would paint them,
scarlet red.

I remember you'd say
I'd be taken seriously this way
it's the color of 'passion'; I looked like a
'woman'

but I am not what you say I am
and I do not need you.
and I still AM a woman,
just with her nails painted blue.
No more making fun of my light blue nails, darling.
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