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Nebuleiii Jan 2016
your voice sings to me
your eyes wave over
your mouth beckons me
your arms surrender

your heart calls to me

and

i'm starting to answer
Silence Screamz Dec 2015
27
27 YEARS
No spoken word

27 YEARS
No written note
You come at me, now
Saddened I wrote

27 YEARS
Not in a moment of time

27 YEARS
Not in my dream
You come at me, now
Alone do I scream

27 YEARS
Not a second goes by

27 YEARS
Not a minute to spare
You come at me, now
Your heart does not care

27 YEARS
Now do you cry

27 YEARS
Now do you wonder
You come at me, now
I sit alone and I ponder

27 YEARS
I don't know why

27 YEARS
I don't know the game
You come at me, now
Guilt or no shame
After 27 years my sister has finally contact with the family without giving any reasons for her leaving or not even sending a letter or a phone call
Poetictunes Dec 2015
I deleted your number like a minute ago,
But I'm still in it cause it's hard for me to let you go.
I calculated the hours,
And approximately, it takes a day to stop relishing on the moments we shared.
It takes just about a hour to calm my thoughts of you.
And just a second to have a urge to call on you.

I can't lie I missing kissing on you.
I guess I'm addicted to your love.
A drug;
You gave me chills,
what a thrill.

Im tripping off more than drugs,
I gotta be real,
I miss the good morning hugs.
And the after feel,
I miss the feeling we get when we used to hold hands.
I tried texting,
I tried tried calling.
Maybe I should stop because I feel myself falling.
I promise this is my last call.

Leave a message at the tone.......
You're not a man of many words
But I heard your tears through these paper thin walls
I could have asked you where you were
I could have called your name, but you don't answer anymore

I embrace the loneliness for warmth
This cold winter has been so long
Maybe the cold has frozen my heartstrings
I could have called your name, but I can´t feel anything

You´re not a man of many words
But I felt your love through my heart´s paper thin walls
You have been stumbling backwards
I could have called your name, but It'd just echo in the halls

I embrace the rejection for warmth
This cold winter has been so long
I thought you were the only one who wouldn't let me go
I could have called your name, but the sound melts away in the snow
crackedheart Nov 2015
Hello, I've been calling you
I tried stopping myself
I don't know what to do
Please, answer, I need help
I hear the echoes of my voice
Pick up the phone
Hello? There's no noise
Please tell me you're home.

Goodbye, I'm going to give up
I'm sorry I wasn't enough.
I might try calling again
Goodbye, please answer *then
just a little something to post :)
cable news video brilliantly captures
the blood washing Parisian gutters
glittering in City of Lights sparkle

images of carnage coagulate in my mind
clotting my heart with searing resent

in desperate need for release
from the abject scorn
that boils within my veins

I flip the channel to
watch a Predator marathon
but light entertainment
fails to satiate my restive soul

I turn down the volume
and click back to News

My iPod is audio ready
to soothe the savage beast
with some righteous death metal
I blast my earbuds,
Culture of Death's new CD
prepares me for real action
  
ever at the ready
digital recreation
has me *******
my controller
mustering up my
Call of Duty
comrades

I am a recognized
high score battlefield hero
taking out godless apostates
in the global war on terrorism

I'm usually eager to
baptize Iraqi jihadis in a
Holy Ghosting
bloodbath
but tonight
Black Ops kills
fails to thrill
my controller and I
stand down

opening the gun case
I cradle my Bushmaster
the smooth barrel and rugged stock
feels so right in my hand

it pleasures me to know
I am one of the good guys with a gun
I relish the fear and respect
I garner during open carry
troops to McDonalds
the hairs on the back of my neck
sometimes titillatingly rise

one day I hope to
take out an active shooter
at a movie or the supermarket
that would be way cool

I place my Bushmaster
back into the cabinet
and carefully rearrange
one of my Glocks

yet even with this
considerable armory
I still feel insecure
it may be time
for a trip to Walmart
to secure another Glock
*** more ammo

my heart recovers a bit when
I think about tomorrows recon trip
to my tree stand in the Jersey Highlands

Bear season starts soon
for the past few weeks
I've baited the area with
Dunkin Donuts and bacon grease
I've detected lots of bear ****
can't wait to drop one of those suckers
I visualize one in my gun sights
should be easy pickens

my CD ends with
some real raucous ****
removing my earbuds
I turn up the volume
on the News

footage from last summer's
Black Lives Matter demonstration
runs in continuous loop
members of the
New Black Panther Party
are yelling into the camera
a woman in a black burka
her eyes squinting angrily at me
from underneath her cover
sends shivers up my spine

when we take our country back
they will be served some
Second Amendment justice

News flashes Ted Cruz
condemning Muslim
refugee resettlement,
in a Christian Nation
only Christians should be
allowed in...

News breaks back to footage
from the concert venue
highlighting the
blood stained mosh pit

News flashes ISIS Jihadis
riding in Humvee's
routing the fleeing
Iraqi army once again

News highlights a smiling Putin
firing off Caspian Sea cruise missiles
into the bleeding Levant
examples of decisive leadership,
if only Obama could grow a pair

News flashes to a Rose Garden Obama
bragging about killing Jihad Johnny

the drone strikes and
active bombing campaigns in:
Syria
Iraq
Libya
Somalia
Nigeria
Mali
Yemen
Sinai
Afghanistan
Kenya
Congo
and other unspecified locations
are working says the Muslim Prez

By the looks of Paris
any real American Patriot
would think not

we need to send a message
a quick strike fix
some major shock and awe
to placate a nations troubled soul

if that offends any Christian
turn the other cheek
wimp, so be it

I say go
Old Timey Testament on their ***
let our vengeance is mine God
**** them all
**** them all
**** them all

Culture of Death:
Cystic Dysentery

Barry McGuire:
Eve of Destruction

The Doors:
The End


jbm
11/17/15
Newark
lots of hate going round since the murderous tragedy in Paris....
let cooler heads prevail.....
be still and know that I am God....
Delany McCormick Nov 2015
I've become obsolete
Sheet meat dairy petite
Little tics cake mix
Lucifer wants his wings fixed
I once sold a hair straightener to a woman going through keemo

I once sold a a weight loss supplement to a girl struggling with anoerexia.

I once sold female libido enhancers to a forty year old man.

Sold a car to a Parapalegic

Sold a telephone to a deff woman.

I once sold a child an imaginary friend.
And a Vaccuum for their sandbox.

I once sold a soul to a telemarketing company.

They paid me in biweekly installments.
And they got a hell of a deal.
lo Oct 2015
a three part guide to getting over her

i. do not write. writing poems about the purple crescent moons that adorn the underside of her eyes like stars will not bring her back. describing the way her lips curl when she hears the name of her favorite singer will not cause her to think you are a majestic poet observing your surroundings and writing with such powerful words that do not fit with her.

ii. do not call. fifteen calls, seven voice mails, and forty three text messages will not make her miss you. it will place your name at the top of her blocked numbers list throwing your words into the garbage like broken glass, like your broken heart that you thought she would take back.

iii. reminisce. walk to the park where she first held your hand, to the restaurant where she kissed your lips like a winters breeze. slip into the dressing room where she pinned you against the wall and proved her love for you. remember. go to the tree you were in front of when she first kicked you, look at your nails you began to bite because of the stress she placed upon your shoulders like weights. do not let the bad things slide away like week old rainwater, leaving you to remember the cherished  kisses and breathless nights. reminisce. let go.
Arcassin B Oct 2015
by Arcassin B & Wolfspirit


AB: You're So special in every way,
And I could bet your bottom dollar
your single,
can I see you
from day
to day,
and you wouldn't want to go
party and mingle,

WS : saw you leanin' against the bar
sippin' apple martinis
lookin' like a star
brothers making those googley eyes
and starin' at those powerful thighs
each one schemin' and buyin' you drinks
wonderin' what a goddess thinks
cruised up slowly with my best strut
talk to you like a lady, not a ****
caught some interest in those big doe eyes
and you took my hand....to my surprise
led me out to the dance floor
popped like passion and encouraged me more
held me close for that one slow dance
now, you got this man thinkin' sweet romance
baby, you look so good in those spandex pants
now i wanna get wit u for another dance,

AB: You're So special in every way,
And I could bet your bottom dollar
your single,
can I see you
from day
to day,
and you wouldn't want to go
party and mingle,

WS : later, you said it was time to go
asked for my cell down on the low low
looked into my eyes and stroked my dreads
kissed my cheek and turned and said
"now listen, playa, don't be runnin' no game"
keyed in her number and her name
smiled and walked her to her ride
she had a gold Lexus sittin' outside
knew right off she was no pigeon
but then, i ain't no scrub ....we be largely livin'
then she kissed me warm and deep
said
"dream about me when you sleep
treat me right and i promise, boo
i guarantee i'll be dreamin' of you".
Wolves in the Ark
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