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Brent Kincaid Jul 2016
I look through my photographs
And see a person I never knew.
An open smiling soul you might
Tell almost anything you wanted to.
And what a fine face I had
With shining unlined skin.
I look at that face and shake my head
Wish I looked like that again.

I don't remember being that cute
It must be a camera trick.
I'm surely not that hot now.
This just makes me sick.
Someone just managed to
Aim that cheap camera right.
Or else it was the lighting
Whether day or night.

I remember that outfit
And the length of my hair.
But I am sure someone doctored
This picture up somewhere
Because I never take pictures well.
I always look like a freak.
I mean these picture make me
Look like I had a widow's peak.

And, look how tiny my waist
And how great my style was then.
I wish I could be that hot
And that young once again.
I would  take that face back again
In a minute if I knew how.
But please no pictures of me today.
I don't like my pictures now.
Aaron LaLux Jul 2016
...No wonder,
no numbers,
all blunder with,
scarred slumbering,

do you compute the math?

Most don't but luckily I’m only half as bad,
a psychopath on sassafras off the track and on the attack,

but at least I don’t stick my neck out like a gangly giraffe,
shoulders limp as seaweed baked and bouncing to whatever wack raps,

not even understanding what you said,

clowning everyone else but honestly,
everything you dis you are that,
and like I said before,
I’m bad but only half as bad as that,

I’m only half brainwashed and somewhat sheepish,
so at least I’m able to write about how stupid we are,
false egos fake libidos we played ourselves and that’s a well known secret, still we dye our hair dress up get on stage and play the air guitar,

and it all sounds like,

egotistical *****,
reincarnated regurgitated nonsense,
narcissistic linguistics characteristic of conflicts,
nobody cares about how much money you’ve got,

not even you...

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www.createspace.com/6393238

www.amazon.com/dp/B01I4621OE

www.nomeansnoworldwide.org
Daaang...
If i was here to make you happy
Then we should probably cancel this infomercial because you're never going to be convinced to enjoy my existence
It's in the way you speak
Trying to pillage the core
Make me feel weak
That's the best you got?
We're about to reach extra innings
Come to bat
If i was here to make you happy
Then we should probably cancel this infomercial because you're never going to be convinced to enjoy my existence
It's in the way you speak
Trying to pillage the core
Make me feel weak
That's the best you got?
We're about to reach extra innings
Come to bat
samuel austin Jul 2016
A terrible master that mind,
mind - full,
makes you blind,
to that feeling inside,
man - kind,
amplified.
Let your heart be the guide,
feel out intertwined lives,
and if you gotta make a choice,
never.
mind.
Follow your heart, that's the path of least resistance in the long run.
That aligns with your truest expression.
You seem unsure
How you feel about me
It got lost somewhere
Between then and now
I want your kiss
I ache for your love
Because my heart won't back down
Your missing out
Letting me go
Ram B Jun 2016
Can't you see
that I suffer as well
when I start thinking
rather than being
Yet I know
to yield
to surrender
I must
For this body
that i am on
just holding
not own.
Absolute self confidence
Or nights full of doubt.
An arrogant fool
Between concern and an inflated ego
Between days full of tears in the shower
And partys to dance with anyone.
I wish I could somewhere and somehow
Find myself.
I'm still searching //
I hope the language is ok, message me if not.
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