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Johnny walker Aug 29
I've lived at times a difficult life never always been easy
being abused as a child didn't give me the best upbringing
never had the love
of a
mother
It angers me greatly when hear of people who commit despicable crimes and the experts say oh they came from a poor background absolute utter
*******
You've been treated badly
the last thing you would want Is subject another to same suffering you had suffered they are evil
people simply
put
I have a twenty year old son
because of his mother's illness I raised him and he's turned out to be the best son one
could
ever have so kind and helpful totally free from knowing of my own
abuse
You are more
Than the stars
In the sky
At night
You're so much more

Just a delicate
Drop of dew
On my windowsill
Not waiting for me
Too close to touch

You're ethereal
Making the
Planets jealous
You're too close
To evanescence
Hold on I'm not done yet.
Seanathon Aug 7
I miss the way we used to sit
How you'd fall asleep on my shoulder cold

How you quietly would look at me, and I at you, because we'd know

I miss the everyday secret things
Which we used to do and could've been

With a oneness and once unified breath
I miss these more than anything
Missing miss
Still Crazy Jun 24
drrry spells

~for the r in all of us~

a normanative condition, a kitchen condiment, an un-relished
I’m-in-a-pickle relish, when there in no hot **** dogged doggedly poem perspiration in the fridge or anywhere to be found; nothing but a top sliced bun, ah, plain buns, old stale dog ones is all ya got left for dinner, during one of them there drrry spells that
no blonde tanned unweathered weatherperson ever
forecast correctly

Normanative? Oh yeah.

the tyranny of the white, white bread, the white, whittle ya down screen, couture-cold water from tap direct, neck bent, jugged to try and fail to wash down that lumpen ball of dog fur brain drain clog that’s backing up the paper words, in a stomach churning brine holding you back from reaching the top of the Mt. Everest,

rite Normanative?

Normanative.Oh yeah. Son of Norma and Normally.
It’s in the bibell, look it up!

she-he is my pooka, (nope, uh-uh, look it up) a six foot tall rabbit,
climbing up my brain stem, strategically strangling my words like
a flea killer collar round my neck, one that actually visually works,
my flea bit words fall to the floor, to live with the dust mites descendants of the ole south, drafts and rejection letters, all whose blessed memory may never die etc. etc.

that was the condition of my normanative condition when I dropped in (yup, look it up),

Norman sarcastically asking, how’s the weather up there,
any rain in that-northern-brain, down here it’s as dry as an southern old dog porch panting in Jewlie, breathiny out summer hottie poems, write out like it’s crazy going out of style, oh yeah, forgot
you don’t speak dawg that well.

so I don’t know nothing about your drry spells, just climb into
the hottest hot tub, staying all the summer months if necessary,
reading old poems about busted hearts, old dogs, unrealized loves that can’t be forgot, promises kept that one never made, other curses,
battlefields of yore, sweatin’ out the toxins till r
sends along a new one, rocking my toenails to my disbelieving eyes,
for I’m a mentally patient person,
whose never seen a drrry spell so long, that was not worth
wading thru, waiting for, till something busted out and
another thunderstorm of a literary good one, errr come along

like I said, I’m a mental patient man, still crazy after all these years...
(yup, that too, you could look it up if ya made this far)
Seanathon May 24
These
Are my knees
And I would get down on them
Over and over again
For you and then
And then
A Cheeky Picture
arian May 17
i'm sorry but i'm building this wall around me,
so, the monsters can't get you, too.
you'll be safe.
Bus Poet Stop May 2015
come to me,
my beloveds
with long nails
and squinting eyes,
spare neither
claw or hook,
delve and devolve,
critique and solve
the words of this prophet
scribbled on plastic
bus seats

give me
my due,
my comeuppance,
my downfalls

will me
to be better
or worse
if that be betterment

so eagerly
will embrace,
grasp, insert
your benailing fingers,
soften, grasp,
repoint thy claws
taking thy earnest joy
at pain inflicted
as my own
as long as you dare
just say something!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A bus poem
in honor of my invitation  
my digital birthing

April 8th, 2015
Sunshine Apr 9
i wish you didn't look at me like that
i wish my friends understood
i wish you would just text me back first
i wish i could drive far away
i wish the lights could hide my scars
i wish you didn't tell me you loved me
i wish for things to change
but some things will never be the same
I had 3 wishes
and I used them all
on you

xoxo
-sunshine
you're beautiful,
even when you
don't feel strong

you're precious,
even when you
don't want to
belong

you're not a cliché,
so what are you?

an original piece
that can't ever be
replaced

so don't be afraid
to be yourself for
me, okay?



Melody
4/8/19
Your smile is always
beautiful. Please don't
forget to smile today. If
you're going through
a rough time, I'm here
for you.
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