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Poetic T Oct 10
I never drove by that was the ***** way,
             half time trying to hit a wet spot blind.
or killing the time of those who were never
meant to fall...

Got honor between the lines, I'll stop the car,
              open the door, walk out suited
not you average gangster, look like the others
and no one running till I pulls out your
friend it anit here for a meet and greet.


More like say hello to, goodbye...
   you bleeding on the floor, I'm a good shot...
One to the chest, you fell now one to the head,
   you aint paid you bills now your blood
                                           stained in the wind.


Casually walking back to the car signing
         autographs of his followers.  
This meet and greets been productive,
   Family signing you off on the morgue...

I aint going to lie the only necktie I be
           tightening is yours...

Tied to a chair, if I need information,
   asking as politely with a ball hammer
                                   and some pliers...


I had a few mouths shout off,
now they walk the street silently,
  never **** disrespect.

Show what silence sounds like,
respect is fear
         and I'm the scarecrow in the
field.

And you crows,
    you worm eaters ain't seen nothing yet..
Chad Young Sep 28
Now I'm tired of romance and I just want
a gorgeous naked bombshell to ****.
I see those water-filled balloons.
I see the slit of a navel.
Those sultry eyes speak of betrayal,
but those are the kind of eyes
that tell of the hottest, sweatiest love.
Her fake blonde hair gives away her cheapness.
I just want to take off her bra and *******.
I see no vein or artery of life in her.
I remember beer and bars.
I affix my eyes to the shadow made by a ****.
I see the silk lines of her collar bone and neck.
I realize she's standing in front of a window.
I meet her eye of innocence with mine of admiration,
and I tear up.
You look like you'd take me to court
because I haven't touched you yet.
You look like you'd smoke a cigarette with me.
I imagine she's hiding a ***** she's not fond to look at.
Your chin reminds me of a pickup truck.
You look like you have a baby inside,
then I look at your eyes,
and I realize,
if we really ****** it could be true.
So much for chivalry.
"Bombshell" duckduckgo picture
Today I was accused to being a bad influence yet again,

Simply because I facilitate the forbidden wants/needs of the people I love,

Simply because I give them a place to get high and vent without being judged,

Simply because I create an aura where they feel free to express themselves in whatever ways they like- modest, humble even ******,

And simply because the ones they love refuse to facilitate their haram (forbidden).

Haram is bad – we all know this

But being human is about passing through all things good and all things bad.

Being a Muslim, most of my choices are haram;

Not properly attired to the laws of my religion,

My speech is not of a young lady with modesty- rather it is defined with sheer profanity,

I rather laugh from my heart even though it’s supposedly a *****’s act,

I refuse to lower my gaze around men; the same men that stole from me

The same men that refused to lower their gaze from me.

I deny myself the potential for love because of the expectation of great dismay

And I drown myself with the 34000 thoughts of what if??!

This poem is becoming a disaster; my thoughts aren’t flowing straight,

I went from bad influence to haram to rebellious to depressing;

What the **** is this **** going on inside my head- it aches with great displeasure.

How do I contain my contradicting self?

Someone help me please, my soul is crying and sobbing for something to fill this void-

The void that is desperately trying to full itself with the acceptance of the people who are hell bent on not accepting me.

Why am I like this? A contradicting ******* disaster

-fir.m
phlwest Aug 23
the sun swore at us in pink:
'take the ******* hint'
we took it and ****** again.
hannah Feb 24
"I want to go home"
I think
As I sit in a school cafeteria
Clouds above and below my head
Sinking down into my own personal hellscape
My mire
My endless pit of open ended thoughts
"Am I good enough?"
I think that I surely am not
I've never been good enough for just about anyone
I want to go home so bad.
Elsie Plum Feb 22
I fed my needs again to
the growing pit in my stomach
Out of hope that he matched me
In the moment I matched him
So we drank smoked and I was taken
Aback by something I probably
Just projected onto him like
some kind of ****** up fantasy
i always hope will make me feel something
different
In no time it picked me up and pushed me
around harder than the fantasy told me it would
im fooled but don’t care to admit that. I will say that I’m a foolish girl
It comes around and I assumed it wouldn’t
How useless my mind at times when the world does as it pleases
And I sit here foolish
Smiling and drunk
hoping that he will be the one person in the entire world who finally gets me in some way beyond surface level.
I’ll always walk alone in the face of personality
but something tears at me from inside
It wants to be held
Or hold I’m not sure
And it’s so ******* strong
It wants to come out but these ******* people won’t understand me for dog ****
So it ***** itself back inside my body and it hurts.
It feels heavy and it takes too long.
you teach me about things I forgot I loved
But I gave too many kisses.
I was just excited
You do not understand me.
9:55 am
Esther Feb 5
him
i miss him
i miss sitting on the beach at night
you wrapped your arms around me
kissing under the stars
in the dead of winter
i felt truly alive with the warmth inside

i miss him
i miss laying in your bed
your body snuggled up to mine
those intimate moments we shared
the blankets slipped off
but our bodies have never felt so whole

i miss him
i miss riding in your car
passenger side, you were blasting my favourite song
said the lyrics were for you, my love, and your green eyes
it never finished playing
but your eyes felt like coming home

i miss him
but "him" is not a person
"him" is a feeling

the feeling of being wanted
the feeling of being hidden inside someone else's treasure chest
the feeling of coming home to your arms
where you'd kiss me and whisper
"baby, i missed you"
... where have you been all this time?
@11:55pm
05/02/20
hannah Jan 21
Everything *****
So here I am
Trying not to cry
In the middle of a class
Over just one stupid person
One stupid, stupid person
Barely worth crying over

They say there's no use crying
Over spilled milk
And they are an oil spill
Staining everything
The sheets, the skies
Staining my painful heart

I just want to move on
To stop being stuck
On some teenage crush
There's nothing I can do. Literally nothing. So hey, there's that then.
hannah Jan 19
Words don't explain
How ******* sad I am right now
Today was supposed to be good. Today was good, except for all the parts that weren't.
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