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neth jones May 7
in her eighties                                                         ­ 
motoring in wisdoms and whimble
beddened by stroke subtle effects  
                     and an unlucky stumble
agilely un-humble                                                    
willing to poach after life    put in the work
willing to comb back in   old welcome habits
revive living  through past youthful revisits
end of summer 2024..
Sometimes it's hard to know where a man's loyalties
lie                                                              ­                                                    
and at times, it's hard to see what's right before your
eyes                                                             ­                                                               
and when & if that happens, he can take you for a
ride                                                             ­                                            
 and that kind of resentment does not easily
subside                                                          ­      
                                                                ­                                                        
 It can be easy for a man to pull you right
 in                                                             ­                                                     
when he says the right things & pays
attention                                                        ­                                          
The only way to see if he's the cheating
kind                                                             ­                                               
is to fall in love first with his soul & his
 mind                                                    
                                                                ­                                                        
 If he's worth the wait, he will stick
   around                                                          ­                                             
  If he's pressuring you, tell him to hit the ground
  It is not that easy for a treasure to be
  found                                                         ­                                                
 So, listen with both ears, wait for the right
  sound                                                  
                                                                ­                                                  
Too many times, we give away our heart                                                            ­                                              
too much too soon can tear it all apart                                                            ­                                                  
Take it slow & easy that's a good                                                          
  ­start                                                            ­                                  
 building a true love is the best part
jj Dec 2024
The night moves slowly,
Sensual touches every second,
My breath catches; this is unholy,
And my mind starts racing.

Racing back to when he touched me in the garage,
But his touch leaves a new burn.

I was in bed with my sweet man,
While he traced small circles in my skin,
Thats when the memories began,
And I was in the garage.

The garage where my life,
Took the worst turn.

When his hands left scars up my thighs,
And bruises on my ribs,
Makeup was my best disguise,
And no one knew.

Knew about the garage,
Where my soul wasnt a concern.

How do i get back to my sweet man,
Instead of this ******* who lives in my head,
I need to come up with a plan,
Where i get out alive.

Alive and free,
No longer in the garage i return.

I will not return whole,
I am battered and broke,
Be patient with my soul,
Thats all i ask.

Tell me im not in the garage,
And hold me til i yearn.

Yearn not for the pain,
But for the green flowers on my counter,
For how i feel sane,
And heard.

I was not heard in the garage.
But i am now.
hes patient w me and thats all i could ever ask for
(ignore when i take it down in 2mo *****)
DJQuill Nov 2024
Sitting by the rails
Wondering when my train will come
Cold breeze wandering like a rider in the wind
Feeling the metal bench
rusting with time
Seeing people passing by, covered by a warmth
And me,
Still sitting,
Wondering when my train will arrive
hope may arrive
Ken Pepiton Oct 2024
Any alienation possible on Earth,
is speculative, at best.

Chances are we are all bits.
Relativity, given a will to make sense,
at one stage the subtle hiss says we are

one mind, can not make sense of another,
all is mine, my mind, I run the decision tree,
intuited in code, init
from one seed,
proceed consideration,
ah, wait, seeds from nothing,
Chicken and egg sequencing, in mind,

rightly dividing, soul and spirit, will and way,
who can say,
we think, we live, with no forethought,
no plan to become, yet, then
now, jetzt wir sind, denken.

Nada mas. The upright walking man,
is unstable in all its ways, wombed and un.

Which leads to why we walk with toes
pointing everything thing in us to home.
Superior problem solving creative mind form filler, fix the pinball balance switch it continually flashes tilt... or is this a gamble, can we win... more than we invest... like a ***, satisfied with plenty?
Heather Mar 2024
May her broken body peacefully return to earth
And her broken heart heal in the next place
I don’t know where we go when we die but I hope it’s not nearly as dark for her as this world was.
Zywa Dec 2022
In the hospital

lounge he takes a seat and falls --


asleep exhausted.
"Het Bureau - Plankton" ("The Office - Plankton", 1997, Han Voskuil)

Collection "Not too bad [1974-1989]"
robin tarox Oct 2022
They might be few they might be thousands,
They might have set out to conquer the suns...
Their swords dripping blood of their enemies,
Whose bones sharpen their weapons with ease...

Sharpness of their blades are rendered dull,
They cannot cut through that one adamant skull...
They cannot pierce through that cold heart,
Of the one born without fear from the start...

They keep trying to shatter his soul relentlessly,
But each strike deflected time and again tirelessly...
The loss of ichor and sweat not felt as burden,
Because a warrior's spirit is never broken...
neth jones Mar 2022
begin the day ; a **** taught of features
in need of clean linen,
    unswallowable meds
    and a diaper change
routine ; that'll teach ya !

they ask her the day of the week
   her name
what year it is
   when is your birthday ?
do you feel any pain ?
   do you know where you are ?

flailing in memory
they just turn off the overheads
  and let her settle into her senility
attend to the physical basics
whilst she's suckered into her own storage unit
  operating like a humming fridge
   with its door slight ajar
    and the small hot bulb
     finking on and winking off

                      - perish well 
                       & in comfort Dear
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