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Sailing in the same boat
Fears of drowning
Speaks none
Still storms
Never warn
Jared Sep 10
Paint the skies blue,
And touch the heavens.
See the truth in hue;
Skin, delicate feathers.

Smooth as a storm,
Tough as marbled form.
Smile wide like Great-whites,
Dimples rind from walnut barks.

Glasses firm, sitting on a bridge,
Above the rims are bowed ridges.
Dark and thick
Fine and slick.
I'm afraid to say that seeing someone's stature and form is better than actually touching them or feeling their skin against yours.
Lawan Apr 9
I am just a medium through which
Ideas pass through
And materials and money
From the high hand
To the upturned hand

A portal if you understand-
wherein you find
soul-white painted walls
Elegant and holy in its transition.
Not a slither of doubt
To cast the shadow of foul ambition

Thank you. Two words.
If you forget everything I try to tell you
Please remember Two words.
Bare and Serious.
That’s all you need to carry along really.

Thank you.
Office notes- the professional man under siege.
False Poets Feb 2018
Human Observations (the woman pees)

if you walk the world with pen and paper
or eclectic electronic devices,
sure as the sunrise espied,
the pen will quick leak
when wearing white
and so will too the
righteous words

when you can't sleep and you must
slam your sweaty fist into pillow
know that the pillow is
silent thinking, dude,
you really ain't
got a hope, a

fallen asleep in the soaking tub
a thousand and one times,
ain't never drowned like
the warning ones say I
will do but only when
restless in my rustling
no-safety night sleep
in my lumpy bed,
where I’ve already
a million

the woman pees, safe and secure,
comforted by the knowledge
that we have bathrooms
separate, her toilet,
man *** free, tho
we just finished
making sweaty,
fluid swapping

she does not, won't put on makeup
in her pj's to take out the garbage,
that is why she keeps loverman,
so handy, nearby, shamelessly
firm, unwavering, good god,
great for one "disposable"
use per night

when you tell your child that you love them,
and they do not reply at all, it isn't that they
don't love ya back, 'tis only that they haven't
learned to love themselves
something well that just
cannot be

the more trinkets I buy her,
more she screams stop,
but never not once
has she said, here,
take it

if you don't believe in Faeries and Elusives,
try, for then you have a middling chance
of getting the missing, disappearing
whole sock hiding
in her ******,
back, intact

If must look up the time where your
love is currently hiding/residing,
then the probability is more than
1.000, that you no longer love
her enough, or
she, you,
not at

you know it is time to shut down,
hang up the pen and close the
iPad cover, surrender,
give up the poetry gig
4 real when you start
to prefer an

More to follow.
a buffet table
endless combinations
but I'm not hungry
Colten Sorrells Dec 2018
with a heart, there’s desire

where a want, there’s a need

there may be a tomorrow

it’s not guaranteed

where you don’t take a chance

then I’m sure you have failed

such is our lives

and what they entail

you’re sure to encounter

it’s well understood

but why not try something?

as “can’t” never could
remove "can't" from your vocabulary and you'd really be surprised what you can accomplish
Alaina Moore Dec 2018
I am so afraid of becoming White Collar Micheal.
He likes to act like his life is so hopelessly blightful, because his name is White Collar Micheal.
On the weekend, he throws on a tie-dye.
Goes from Business Man, to Mr. Nice Guy?
Deep down you know it's a facade, aka,
Your big life's a big lie.  
He does so many uppers you may as well call it the tweekend.
He fills his mind with illusions of grandeur.
I look at him and think "you need to be a man first."
Instead of filling my head with candy and dreams, I face my demons.
And it's utterly delightful because I know I will never become a
White Collar Micheal.
Full disclosure, I didn't write this poem. It was written by my Husband - still working on a pen name.
Colten Sorrells Dec 2018
howling, screeching, slinging poo
the monkey's me, the monkey's you
regurgitation, repetition
it seems to be how we're conditioned
are we really making any progress?
or are we just going in circles?
Colten Sorrells Dec 2018
until I lost some weight
now people fear I’ll waste away
too quiet
‘til I speak my mind
now they’re all ******,
wish I would die
wear too much black
wear pink one day
now everyone assumes I’m ***
work out an hour,
now I’m crazy
I take a break
now i’m too lazy
the truths I tell
become a lie
all people do is criticize
too meek
too weak
an ***
too crass
It doesn’t change
until I die
nobody will be satisfied
can't please everybody... or, anybody, in my case. But f**k 'em
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