Steve Page Dec 2018
More than one previous careful
Much more than moderate use
Less than unreasonably hoped for
Subjected to excessive abuse

Above your typical mileage
Much rusted under the sills
Worn patches in the fabric
Stains from occasional spills

Go faster stripes have been added
The rear windows now have a tint
Extra headlights recently fitted
A perfect first car, don't you think?
Memories of searching for my first car. A Vauxhall Chevette.  Painted 3 shades of bronze.
Jack R Fehlmann Oct 2018
I am accepting an unwanted truth
But the truth, though the better
When compared next to kin
Such so notorious as deception
Or one infamous cousin
Known by and called upon
Across throat and lips and tongue
Whispered and known as Lies
Branch out from one shared limb
Of the tree of life, we are in
Ripening, trying to hold on
Growing too heavy
For such is our position
Too far out, at the very ends
The day that closes in
To fall off, wrapped in uncaring wind
The ground will welcome
Cold and hard to a rotten end
Some carried off to be tasted
And taken in, for the goodness they will give
The rest then witness the ruin
Of the form they have become  
As sweet turns bitter
Decay seeps in, spreads itself within
as this truth has done to me it seems
To ever be the one,
She loves, says she needs,
Puts effort towards keeping
In the life we once believed we wanted
Truth is it was simply, completely
My own, alone
My dream, my own self deception
My acquaintance with her sister Lies
That sold myself my own denial
Made me choose the view to fit
The dream i never get
And now i see things the way they are
Truth can be a difficult one
Abrasive and brutal, Unflinchingly effective
At lessons when forced to be taught
But Truth will never leave
Emptiness such as the pit my Lies wrought
Work in progress.  Lesson I'm learning within. Or trying to by any means.
Shubham Solanki Apr 2018
Had Dreams yes I made promises
Lustful Desires of love and riches
But I failed Down and Distraught
Did something I should have not

What's been done is done but ain't Gone
My sober mind says repent and mourn
Sorrows I bestowed says apologize
Cause it's too **** late to realize

I sold my soul to the Devil
The Devil inside of me
Dealt myself for my dark desires
With the Devil inside of me

One **** dark night it came to me
Crawled in my mind said make a wish
What I put on stake I couldn't forsee
Asked for a price i gave him my leash

What I wouldn't give to go back
Or to forget what I did in the past
But It all comes back to haunt me
Makes me cry for this day be my last

I sold my soul to the Devil
The Devil inside of me
Dealt myself for my dark desires
With the Devil inside of me
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
Let me sell you a story.
A lie
that my hollow life could live in.
A home that can be changed to my need.
A reality that never exists,
but is as real as
the stories,
the lives
that we avoided by one choice.
Let me sell you a story,
let me sell you my dreams.
I have no need for them anyway.
Peter Balkus Mar 2018
They've sold us ******* at a reduced price,
it was so cheap and hard not to buy.
Like a scrappy burger from a fastfood shop,
cheapest burger in town, you just can't say no.

They've sold us ******* about democracy,
bright future, freedom and prosperity.
About the new chapter in our poor lives.
They've sold us 'good news' - the big pile of lies.

They said "Just wait and you will see
what a great country we all live in".
When the voting time came, they beg "Vote for us!",
then they turned Parliament into a comedy club.

Now we are standing on the bus station
waiting for a bus, which is on diversion.
They apologise for the inconvenience,
promising that it will come, it's just been delayed.

But the bus is not coming, we keep freezing on,
knowing too well by now, that it'll never come.
"Can you, by any chance, get a replacement bus?!"
They can't, 'cause nobody longer cares about us.

They've sold us ******* at a reduced price,
it was so cheap and hard not to buy.
Like a scrappy burger from a fastfood shop,
cheapest burger in town, you just can't say no.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2018
I’m selling my soul
Let no bidder, intervene
No inquiry entertained
Theme: Spiritual Abstract | The ultimate where words can reach
Note: selection will be through conscience
flower-color Jan 2018
why can't we buy and sell emotions?
let's make a new world where we could?
shall we?

i would sell my joy i guess
it's really annoying i can't stand it
because it's comes and goes when it pleases

and i would buy trust
because it would be pleasing
to count on someone

what would you sell or buy?
anger, fear, shame, envy or sadness?
courage, confidence, patience, kindness or love?

join me in this mystery..

You spin me like a carousel
And I've noticed you're a mademoiselle
You can always tug on my lapel
There's no story for me to sell
So those assumptions and suspicions can quell
I should start a bethel
For you and only you
Nobody else is invited
Just me, the VIP
Everyone else is an absentee
You make me feel more at ease
As my heart starts to crease
I can sell my nightmares for lease
So at least they can't be stuck to me
But you're more then welcome to be.
Zero Nine Oct 2017
(i want it so bad, but, baby)
(i need it so badly, too)

Love sweet nothings turn to syrup.
I can't hear the wind through window.
The ants love me, want me for food.
Tell me how: how is that not you?

You're right, it's nice getting something
                                 for nothing.
Let me tell you right now:
                      In my age
I've learned to love
       a better way.

  No free sample
       Lifetime return
              Free exchange
                   That's the way,
                       the buy sell trade.
This is for the ants. Learn to give a little.
Seema Sep 2017
Fuming flames heat my soul
Wrenched heart, bleeds in cold
Grey like ashes, spots of coal
Sold in a market at a price of gold

Many eyes throw in lashes of dirt
My buyer, I hope comes next
Rude comments and filthy flirt
Reasonable price, I am put on best

A marked price, highlighted in bold
Unaware of petty obsession
To whom am being sold
Like an ownership possession

My fate gave me the love I hungered for
Now a queen of my masters heart
No more cries or tears I pour
My master is a man of a zillion heart...

Inspired by a painting, I saw online :)
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