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Man Jun 19
jubilation

the long, long night
has finally given way
to brightest of days
a sunscape of a sky

superstition is dead
and faux spirituality
they took all the bible thumpers out back
and threw up ropes
as high as their hopes
for what comes after this life

they'll see soon enough

poverty is abolished
and hunger is a problem of the past
they lined up the bankers
they lined up the hedge funders and stock brokers
and let rounds loose
dropping faster
than the market they once manipulated

and the merchants of death
were given what they sold
a tomahawk, a javelin, and an a-bomb to be sure


when we root out the cancer
that has slowly enveloped our domestic landscape,
to lay down fresh soil
to lay down new sod
The past two days were recklessly engorged with alcohol.
Intoxication has become habitual. Each weekend, drowning one's self in an illusion of joy and folly; The jester entertaining not Kings nor Queens, but the ****, the weak, to deceive the empty crowd in my mind that I matter to someone. But matter is fleeting and we, myself and the abyss, understand the plight of today; waking up to nothing-- the empty abyss for which I am well acquainted with. Simply put, I am revisiting my old home from a not so distant past. The only difference between then and now is the relentless bottoms of empty glasses and a false sense of security and composure.
1 page of my thoughts a day to prevent my head from exploding!
Estelline Jun 7
I hate falling
Because when I hear you calling
My heart’s all in…
But my head gets tossed into a sick bed
Because like before
I know it could end
And I know I couldn’t take the pain

It’s such a bittersweet feeling
Am I just dreaming?
Would I wake and feel nothing
Or am I awake now?
And would I feel it like a sting to the heart
And be left in the dark

But what’s love without taking a chance...
So for now we’ll dance in the light
Of some gleaming fireflies
While we feel the warmth of a fire
Burning inside of us.
Mark Toney May 15
sly masked marauder
recklessly raucous raccoon
~ the final frontier






Mark Toney © 2021
Poetry form: Haiku - I posted this haiku on Instagram with the image of a raccoon in a spacesuit spacewalking in orbit over the Earth.  You heard me right the first time! :) - Mark Toney © 2021
Arden Dec 2020
I have a crush on death
And it's growing every day

                 I grab the bottle

Maybe its time to slip away
Into the darkness
Let the pain swallow me up

                 I take off the top

My thoughts would slow and
Soften to a hum

                 I reach for the rope

My eyes would close for the last time
I never have to see myself again

                  I tie the noose

How wonderful it would be
To never have another thought
To never hear my voice again
To finally make it stop

                  I revise my note
  . .
   . .
    . .

But
This is just a reckless fantasy
A way to elude reality

                  I put the bottle away
                  I untie the rope
                  I place the note with the others

        Take a deep breath and
        Keep these moments to myself
not sure how i feel about the ending
Sarah Flynn Oct 2020
we had a risky kind of love

a young kind of love

a reckless kind of love

a “we don’t know where we’re going
but get in my passenger seat
and we’ll know when we get there”
kind of love

a skinny dipping

crazy adventures

endless road trips
kind of love

a “there’s so much to do.
but touch me and just for tonight,
let’s forget about everything else”
kind of love

a smoke clouds

red eyes

breathe me in
and hold me there
kind of love

a “the world is scary
but hold onto my hand
and you’ll be fine”
kind of love

a late night drives

flushed cheeks

“shut up and kiss me”
kind of love

we had a risky kind of love
but *******
it was so worth the risk
Sarah Flynn Oct 2020
why would you smoke a cigarette
but leave half of it dropped onto the sidewalk?

“our cigarette butts leave signs,”
you told me,
“I threw it there to
let others know that
I can control my bad habits.”

this is who you are.
you’re the type of person
who leaves cigarette butts on concrete
to scream “I was here.”

you’re the type of person
who purposefully lives an unfinished life
for the world to wonder
what you would’ve done
if you had more time.

this was the same way you left me.
halfway through our dreams and goals,
only to find out that I loved you
wholeheartedly, obsessively, and recklessly,
while you walked away
with a mouthful of tobacco smoke
and halfway love.
A deep breath in
Let my world collapse
And rebuild on its own

Tear down those walls
By the bricks that I laid down
Tear down those walls
With the light of her world

It was perfectly reckless
The way you left me defenseless
You broke me in
Then let me down

A deep breath in
And the world is spinning around into the atmosphere

How can these words hold so much weight?
It was perfectly reckless
The way you left me defenseless

You took my hand and promised me the world. Like childish intentions you let
Me fall and I'm swimming among the ashes..

A deep breath in
Let my world collapse
And rebuild on its own
𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕡𝕤𝕖
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟

𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤
𝔹𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟
𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤
𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟

𝔸 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕟
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕥𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?
𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕. 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕥
𝕄𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤..

𝔸 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕟
𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕡𝕤𝕖
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟
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