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Ar Bazian Aug 2016
Winter... Winter.. Winter...
O' winter's at the door.
Ye drunk, ol' drunken silly fool,
watch the slippery floor...

Winter...winter; O' good ol' friend....
winter now is here,
winter without an end!
Winter to me is dear!
Winter is my friend!
Ye drunk, ol' drunken silly fool,
Winter is our friend...
Remember where yer logs are be...
for when chaps and wound shall mend!

Winter, Winter, Winter
he'll be come and gone...
Ye drunk, ol' drunken silly fool,
ye sat and wrote a song...

Winter, Winter, good ol' chap
stubborn tending tears;
what where the days of merry clap
winter, then all clears!

A.r. Bazian
*Written in 2010
Flattered by their gaze
Fueled by a drunken summer daze
You think yourself a wonder
For young men to ponder

You believe yourself unique
The first to ever catch his eye
Love at first sight
More in love with the idea of his adoration than him
He more in love with the thrill of the chase than the catch

The newness of your union fades
And his eyes begin to graze
The adoration that fueled you
Now consumes you

Desperate to be worshiped
You arm your warship
Prepared to take your self-esteem back
He never had it

You try to leave on a whim,
To chase another him
But you’ve become a piece of his pride
A status symbol


He screams in your face
Tells you that you’re nothing
His eyes filled with craze
He pushes you

At the bottom of the stairs
You can still feel the stares
Of the boys you thought adored you
Boys who could have loved you

Were you always meant to be a trophy?
To increase the ego of any man that owned you
He rushes down, to see what he has done.
You feel more shame than pain.

You and he
For the first time see
The flaw in your union
It was merely an illusion

You thought obsession
Desperation
And lust
Were a must

Foolish Girl
wrote this a lifetime ago.
Alan S Bailey Jul 2016
I am like an onion with no center,
It seems you can take off as many layers
As you like, but shall never find a center,
None you can ever find. I'm so high in trends,
All you need to do is call out my name on a
City street and I'm insulted that it was you
And not one of my "more important" friends,
Whilst if I seem interested in calling upon all
Of your secrets and probing into your life,
I am as by all rights granted such permission
Upon having a car, richer, and have a husband/wife.
I am the "real me," on all fronts "special and great,"
Although I've never apologized for being foolish, wrong, or late.
Leila The Kiwi Jun 2016
"Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you" - Elvis


Rolling through the credits
Of a film,
My sleep-dazed mind
Snapped to full awareness
At the sound of this song.

I've been through it before,
Lept straight through that open door.
I know it's foolish,
I'm not that stupid.
Flowing into a new romance
Right after losing
My first love,
Right after experiencing
Heart break...
You must think I'm insane!
People may say:
"Watch that silly girl, skipping around without a care. Has she forgotten? She'll only hurt herself and that boy. She can't move on yet, it's too soon. Such a foolish girl"

Well, they can speak of me
As they wish;
Curse my name,
Throw it to the depths of Hell,
Be toxic,
Try to poison me.
So I'll run away from him,
Hide my tail between my legs
While I seek out shelter.

But I know one thing
And it's sealed in fact,
This I'm willing to shout:
I can't help falling in love with you!

l.v.s
Oskar Erikson Jun 2016
This is so foolish
but my heart still pounds
upon its walls when your
espresso shot smile cuts
through the crowd.

This is so stupid
but my stomach turns and spins
when your fingers and arms
somehow
brush against my skin.

This is so pathetic
when my hand reaches for yours
your flinches slice my hope
short.

This is so.... so..... so.....

SO INVIGORATING - REPLENISHING
so draining- depressing
SO WARM- INVITING
so brief- lightning

So, So
What?
My love's a clock
that's tic-tocking
away all till
i am
                                                gone.
CasiDia Jun 2016
funny about the walls we built
       during hours spent digging up
        crazy things we all felt
         made up out of garbage.

          why could nobody stop the war
          when it climbed into their screens?

    when everyone's favorite thing turned off
     you could see the sky flickering for miles.

               that day was my favourite day.
               it stood still against the bright
                 blue backdrop and you could
             hear the angels taking pictures
            on their smartphones laughing
                about how foolish we were
                    for believing in them.

                  back then I didn't know
               how to look at all the walls
                   building up on the earth
          or at the angels with smartphones.

           but now it sorta feels like maybe
          I've found a place to be near them
               by trains in the union yard
              in the streets walking slowly
                   and at home with my feet
         burried underneath the ***** dishes
                laughing about how foolish
                           I am to believe.
-df May 2016
I have a hard time believing in love,
yet I still choose to let the thought creep in the back of my mind.

I believe love makes people act in foolish ways,
they seem to forget that the world keeps spinning.

I don't want unconditional love.

I don't want to be loved in a way that isn't fair.
I don't deserve to get away with my ruthless flaws.

I need someone to tell me when I'm wrong.
I need someone to make me see that there's more than one way.

I don't need pity where it isn't deserved.
I don't want to hurt someone who has let me into their heart.

I need raw and honest love to keep me sane.

(-DF-05/27/16-)
This poem was inspired by Beau Taplin's: Unconditional Love.
Dead lover May 2016
You have so many restrictions applied upon - Freedom of speech, that instead of being taught about it, you  need to be taught about ' restriction on speech '..

Seriously pathetic. I can't really see people blaming the politically elected government for vague reasons.

This is literally hundreds time worse than hell.
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