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Eli Za Jan 17
Men hunt one of two things
Chasing your heart or carrying their mission
A trophy - only if she's worthy of his reputation
Or invade the longing She world like a caped superhero

Eyes rolling upon seeing her tag price
"Oh she's just worth a penny not a daylight robbery"
They don't build a kingdom just to impress a peasant
Shines their armor only for the most rewarding Catch

Men gather one of two things
Collecting to consolidate or winning as desired nobles
Pick the best chick to get rewards of capture
Fight or flight as every rooster crows for *******

As they achieve to get one of these two things
They make women compete with women of women
A battle of lipstick and dangerous charm
Or strip one's dignity, stepping on each other's gowns

Some managed to play well on both things
So I hated the ratio of chickens over roosters
Hunters can't count chickens of their numbers
But I reckon eight chicks cackle for one rooster

Your face appears in all these ladies' dreams
What they don't know is you're a hunter
"Don't write your name in his fiction"
Like heroes in masquerade, your power is a hoax

"I squeeze my hands every time a new girl arrives
She walks in and I watch how his eyes beam
Just the way they spark when I first saw him
I stand there vomiting all his treachery on me"

Is it just innocent fun, an inevitable road to love?
Driving dangerous wheels 'til you break more a broken heart
Play the field before finding someone to settle down
With valor to conquer only to flee when thrown a question

"So what are we?", if you have to ask an alpha hunter
How quick did he put his victim face?
That's hunter's coup and tactic card play
"Shame on her, blame on her", they say

All the ladies with a disposed and fragile heart
You better run, you better run, run, run
Hunters track your bones, throw their callous stones
Smiling and chasing with their neckties and swords

Don't make the lonely women's mistakes
Exposing their hearts like dartboards on the wall
Desperate to land a man until her fuel gets low
Real men climb just one tower with a closed door

When they stretch their arms in the shadow, take off and go
Walk with your head down, dodge their despicable arrows
Take a plane and get to a land called faraway
Save your heart in a town where hunters go astray

They thought we're just a pair of lips kissing their ego
Bragging marks on each other's cheeks yet they will never know
When we close our eyes each night, we chase a dream
Of ruling our own kingdom and not only foot-popping kiss scene

May your postponed expectations keep dejecting you
But never with the same superficial smile twice
May your heart keep bleeding and remain breakable  
But never with the same shake hands twice

Never be so innocent you make yourself a target
Nor look at his eyes you forget what you are
Keep your smite cold and never ever surrender
Watch as he gone stale and lure a new willing prey

Caught me up in a wild moment unexpectedly
But crumpled my paper of love with your glint of con
So I became a secret garden in an artificial island
Peculiar in the sea of sadness, a creep in your hoodwink eyes
#freepoetry
Z Sep 2019
37
Her gaze got the best of me
Burning bright and mahogany
Conversation-soliloquy
I framed my fervor in filigree

hollow gestures, a pantomime
She just wanted to pass the time
Nearly twenty, too juvenile
To be anything more than tactile

A crowded room, a compact tableau
I still look for her where I go
A stubborn habit, it’s hard to quell
Maybe too callous, but I meant well

A little less than fortuitous
Resolution eluded us
Two strings, discordant synchronies
My pride, my wounded dignity
I've been listening to Hippo Campus a lot and I love the way they write so this is a *very* basic attempt at the style! Thanks for stoppin by
Khoi Feb 2019
Cloaked wings fuel feeds

Tongue loaded flint locked bullets

Eve stuck to her leaf
Stick to your instincts you probably right
Rachel Nov 2018
I'm acquainted with your suffering.
She's a friend of mine too.
Always on the verge of paralyzing primal fear.
The fear of never truly being seen your entire life.
The pain of feeling safe
Allowing your soul to be naked
Only to be coldly rejected.
I sink.
It felt like being slowly sliced open
Neck to belly button
Split open
Wild animals digging through my insides
Rooting around for my sweet meats.
All while being observed by an unfeeling audience
He's curious but he would never save me.
He loves a good tragedy.
NURUL AMALIA May 2017
I can't make a tremendous poem
It's too hard to portray
and construct words become pretty nice
I'm quite callous
for you, I just want to say
that I extremely like you
Kind hands learn to be calloused hands
under the thumb of others,
and around the fingers
of heathens mistaken for lovers.
Robin Goodfellow Aug 2016
Of sleepless meadows,
and cold, seething blades,
the last rose blossoms,
in the desert's cruel shade.

Lachrymose falls
to shadow's black crimson,
while its thorns cry out,
"Why won't they listen?"

The rose screams and shouts,
crying sweetly for its heart,
but vines choke it gleefully,
dooming it from the start.

Gun barrels and swords,
with dirt spewing everywhere,
and sadistic corpses fall
without a single care.

The sounds of their loved ones
still beckon them home.
But that love means nothing,
when you know you'll die alone.
MsAmendable Aug 2015
I've run my fingers over the faces
of many men
Touching, yes, but trying so hard to feel
With my own numb heart
It is calloused from use, yes,
but no less tender
So I reach out my hands
And run my fingers over countless faces
As I try to feel again
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