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Allegra Apr 2017
last night in the shower
the water was warmer than usual
painfully so, almost
it’s menacing attention was
nearly enough to make me shut it off
but the heat reminded me of human touch
i tried to turn it up further
but it just went cold again
Sarah Michelle Apr 2017
Science can pluck as many heart-strings
as poetry, and it can break as many too.
Maybe I didn't want your body,
but I wanted to comprehend your laws
and I needed your laws to apply to me--
I need to be explained
No, I can't explain myself to you
I need you to explain me to me
But would it make a difference in your field?
This imbalanced psyche isn't a new technology
I am ancient, the fate of my health is sealed
You must choose
Only two options, etc., etc., etc.,
Doomed to insanity or sanity
After the last glacier melts into ambiguity

will your understanding of me matter?
The fact is, no, it will not.
So don't sit there and examine
the pulse and pull of my heart-strings.
Sarah Michelle Apr 2017
The universe is organized
in a way that is unpredictable,
an alluring contradiction
with the eyes of a madwoman
trapped inside a laid-back cat.
She tries to ****** you, she doesn't move you.
You watch her only when she is still,
calculating and dormant.
You study her, calculating her patterns.
But she is nine separate entities;
Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn
etc., etc., etc.,
and perhaps too many other species to name
yet you may think she is "tame"

It's true that she does less damage
than she is capable of--
test her limits, but remember

the universe has no edge.
Day Apr 2017
in your bed, i dance
your eyes-my disco ball
your breath-*my song
SøułSurvivør Apr 2017
There he goes! He's quite a sight!
He's an Ace... a STAR!
The life of him! It's 3 at night
He's just pulled from the bar
He'll blind you... ***** your light
Anywhere you are
Is he cool?... or a blight
He'll **** you with his car....

Rattletrap Cadillac
He's bad to the bone
Rattletrap Cadillac
He goes it alone
Rattletrap Cadillac
He should be goin' home
Rattletrap Cadillac
He'll hit you... then he's GONE.

He just got his SSI
So he's good to go
Drinks as much as he can buy
Hard liquor, don't you know
Has to give driving a try
And he don't go slow
When it comes to DUI
He star's up the SHOW!

[chorus]


The Grim Reaper on the road
He got drunk & stank
He ain't scared... a gun to load
And he ain't shootin' blanks
Jail may be his abode
If he weren't so rank
As to hit, and then just GO
Cuz he drives a tank!

Rattletrap Cadillac
He's bad... he's NATIONWIDE!
Rattletrap Cadillac
With Jack Daniels on his side
Rattletrap Cadillac
Because he won't decide

To hit some trees... or give up his KEYS

AND GIVE UP HIS PRIDE!.



SøuŁSurvivør
(C) 4/18/2017
I saw someone emerging from our alleyway
in a beat up Cadillac. Hence this song...
Nylee Apr 2017
Her life had acquired coffee flavour
and she didn't like to be that bitter
She wanted someone with sweetener    
To make her life taste better
Lady Misfortune Apr 2017
Justice was her name
Just because you follow the law does not make you sane
Asylums were built
The tea burned her
Instead of soothing
Sunshine for a name
Maybe to cover their guilt
Imagine begging for the screaming to stop
When your the one yelling loud enough to be heard on the rooftop
Her brain was the frying pan
Her soul in flames
She was a dangerous thing
Always angry never letting go
Revenge was her dinner plate
Evilness her pride
Yet like a flower was her soft side
Always being picked
Crucifix
She just wanted to die
Demons were the darkness in her eye
A flower plucked and left to die
I tried to save her
I really did
A home for a foster kid
I gave her dirt, water and a ***
Not enough sunshine
My efforts were in vain
I couldn't help her and remain sane
I'm so scared to leave
Her dead spirit haunts me
The sun hides behind the clouds
Aren't I lucky?
Follow Ty Harrell
Druzzayne Rika Apr 2017
He thought she was his dream come true
but , this was all inside her nightmare
david mitchell Apr 2017
Emotions I feel are just like clumsy words,
And my brain smells like a bookstore.
My dreams are like one-winged birds,
Like expert detectives with nothing to look for.
.-. --- .... .--. .- - . --
My opinions, unbiased and unheard,
Are heavy yet biting, like the strike of a claymore.
My comforts aren't all empty words,
Understanding and kindness are all I aim for.
metafurthermore
Jim Davis Apr 2017
Struggle in the fight
With the words to life
Throw them to the mat
Wrestle them until still
And start to shine a light

©  2017 Jim Davis
Submitted for HP metaphor theme today #npmmeta
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