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Blind Aesthetic Aug 2018
He's a house panther with fur dark as night
A non Newtonian cat with eyes of starlight
He won't bring you bad luck, he's a softy at heart
But if you do play, he'll tear you apart
He's stubborn as hell but I'd like you to know
His name is onyx and he's my bestest bro
tm May 2018
Life, to me, appears meaningless
Poem
After
Poem
And I am still stuck
In the same place I was
In the same person I was
Life, to me, appears meaningless
But I cannot stop wondering,
If it will get better

em pleh
Zero Nine Nov 2017
Games are for boys -- I was in the wrong.
No other opinion ever matters,
and how I know this, it makes me sick
Middle of your twenties dedicated to
card and computer games, but
never once was your attitude cool as
you thought it was.

Maybe I'm wrong, but I play for fun.
Maybe I'm naive, but I play to feel free.

Games are for boys only --
sometimes for girls who "aren't like other girls"
but then look what happens, Mary,
you get exposed to **** enough,
you'll become an *******.

I want to have fun, but I can barely breathe.
You all want to be competitive until you lose
in a way you never thought you would,
then suddenly the competition's a farce
and you're not okay, because of that list
you made, the one that has acceptable
and unacceptable ways to win and play.

I could be mean if I wanted to, but sometimes
the truth does work.

Sometimes the truth does work.

Honey, if you're hurt that you didn't learn
what you should learn in kindergarten
you are more than welcome to join your
toddler friends in the playpen
Hehe. Apologize? Why? I have more fun without you.
Kyle Dal Santo Sep 2017
Have a beer, drink and cheer,
chug it like yo mama made it
don't matter if it's barely noon
let's party till our bodies heave it.
In this town of forever children
we're suppose to be bold and reckless
our only chance to be stupid
so pop it, tap it, run it, work it,
gather the fools in their ***** best
round up the prettiest little liars
get ready to make some beautiful mistakes
Responsibilities? Duties? Homework?
Not today my friend!
They can wait, you have fun to take
and have it all day and night,
and day again
grab a partner and dance
grab a memory and hold it tight
unless you want to forget,
that's even easier!
there's a drink for that!
there's a solution for everything here
Drink it, smoke it, dance it, **** it,
fight it, cry it, drive it all away!
Won't matter tomorrow, it's all in the game
Neverland with Rock N Roll,
waterfalls of beer and
***** minded darlings
This is a scoundrel's heaven
there are no rules, no out of bounds
no time outs, no take backs
just take it all in,
this may be your only chance
to act like the animal everyone tells you to fear
soon you'll wish these days never ended
these might be your glory days
the days of glorious recklessness
The "Who gives a ****? We're in college" days
you're suppose to be devilish
nothing will ever be this easy to forget
nothing will ever be this easy
Bro City is Candyland for adolescents
so grab a roof top and grab a cup
you're only regret will be you took it too seriously
Celebrate, and if you must be celibate
be sure you at least enjoyed every minute that mattered.
Kyle D.
Joshua Martelli Jul 2017
I’m on you now.

You are ******* with me now.
Let’s see who you are.
Watch your back, *****.

Call me.
Don't be afraid, you *******.
Stand up.

If you don't call, you're just afraid.
I already know where you live, I'm on you.
You might as well call me.

You will see me.
I promise.
Bro.
Delta Swingline Apr 2017
I'm still in my car after the school day ends and I cry again.

It's non stop.

And I have to wait, for my brother to show up and then I can drive him home.

And not long after I start crying, he shows up.

He gets in the car and sees me in my guilt ridden, sad, apologetic state. All wrapped up in my pain.

And he tells me, "You should know that I love you."

Time stops.

My introverted brother, who rarely shows any affection towards any of our family, reached out to me in my time of need.

And God couldn't have given me a better little brother.

Despite all I've done and all the pain I've caused...

He could still say that.

And I drive us both home. Still crying, but definitely feeling a sense of hope again.

I still act as his role model most of the time.
And he listens to me.
And for a guy who doesn't talk much...
Listening is the thing he does best.
In a time of crisis, it was the introvert who finally spoke some truth.
Clem Dec 2016
I am not who I think I am—
I never said I was

Sometimes I’m
a monster—
swirling, yellowgreen skin,
bristly coils of
hair sticking
out,

strumlike underneath
your fingertips—

sometimes I’m
a normal guy,
angry and hungry
with greasy-tousled
greasy locks—

or a subaverage
woman,
curvy and compassionate,
warm *****
beckoning to all
bereft—

most often, I’m a
translucent ghost,
too little there
yet not enough gone,
genderless,
formless,
obsolete
i wrote this before halloween... hence... the title
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