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Viseract Jul 2016
When you knock the side of your head,
Is anyone home?
Or is the only response
That dull echo?

As dull and as thick as the ******* who owns it
Buys his comments from others, yeah you loan it
You know it's ****** how I can't even be myself
In virtual reality without being picked on by someone else?!

Do I really threaten you by being an up-and-comer?
Do you run home to your basement, just to tell your mother?
******* your thumb and ******* cousins to forget your troubles
But it never works, I'm always here, you daft mother-******!

I'm a mother ******* ghost and I'mma haunt your soul
Turn stupidity to comedy and swallow it all whole
Make it fresh content, regardless of the consequence
Til you leave me alone, ******, and let me be myself!

You know nothing about me, do they call you Jon Snow?
You know nothing *****, so pack your bags and catch the last bus home
You're just embarrassing yourself, you're a laughing stock
Look at all the comments I made telling you to go **** yourself!

Do you see me now, huh? Am I what you expected?
That "woof *****" who by being himself got himself rejected?
Why can't you appreciate others man, and stop being your lack of brains' slave
And give this **** up before I contemplate digging your grave
Yeah, see what I mean? I'm just gonna keep turning it into content. You seem hell-bent on making me successful, and giving me more to write about.... as one poet to another, thanks! XD
Emmanuel Coker Jun 2016
I am weak
Simply because I can't find what I seek
What I seek is not something that's bleak
It takes the form of a solid, bulky and thick
From a selection I was asked to pick
Not to slow to act, always think quick
From the start of the day, till the end of the week
Climbing up a smooth mountain at a bid to reach the peak

Sometimes late at night I start to feel sick
I feel it inside of me as it begins to kick
I was told not to utter a word, don't even speak
But I was dying inside, as my strength began to deplete.

It takes the form of a solid, bulky and thick
The thing I seek might be a little bleak
And because I won't find what i seek
I would always continue to remain weak
aniket nikhade Nov 2015
Thick black clouds, stormy winds, heavy rains, torrential downpour,
everything is over
It’s time now to move out .

Step by step, one step at a time
Every step directed towards destination.

Let it run
Let it flow
Let it go along with the flow.

When gushes of water come in between the legs,
let the water run,
let it flow so as to reach it's marked destination.

Never allow the water to remain contained in one place
Never stop the flow, in fact let the rainwater flow on it's own
Let it go away on it's own along with the flow.

Life continues, which means that time does not stop,
since time and tide waits for none.

Try to be a part of the present moment in time
Move ahead, keeping in mind the present moment in time.

The future remains uncertain
At some point of time in the present the future will get ascertained.
The uncertainty with regards to future keeps every thought going on in the mind with regards to the present and future on hold.
Still the present moment in time has always been important
The present moment in time will decide all the responsibilities that need to be handled with caution and care in the present and also in future.

Every effort in present is made to gain excellence
An attempt is always made in the present to ascertain the future as much as possible
The future still remains uncertain
Still in the present moment an individual moves ahead expecting to make more efforts in the time that is yet to come,
all this to gain the desired level of excellence.

Keep moving along with the flow
Never stop the train of thought
Let the thoughts going on in the mind,
keep coming and going on their own.
Streamline them.

One by one each and every thought will get it's priority position
Followed by streamlining of thoughts will be planning and line of action that needs to be taken.
Focus will always matter the most when it comes to moving ahead along with the flow towards the new destination
Till reaching upon the new destination keep going along with the flow.
Morgan Floyd Oct 2015
Ana, Ana
my best friend
i'm sorry to say
we've come to an end
you see I loved you
alot more than I should
you always stayed
when no one would
it was very hard
we've been through thick & thin
our golden rule
eating is a sin
on my knees
fingers down my throat
whatever's in my stomach
the toilet it'll coat
the number on the scale
decides what you'll say
whether I get to eat or not
usually I starve everyday
you know my family
but they don't know you
they'll never see you
in my point of view
you're beautiful & amazing
everything I want to be
or so I thought
why couldn't I see
you weren't who you said you were
you were a wolf in sheep's fur
I was fragile & insecure
did that ever occur
I was 16 & 80 pounds
but you didn't care
when my ribs started showing
you continued to dare
skinner & skinnier
I was so sick & small
I couldn't even stand
I used support from a wall
but I no longer need support
you see my coffins closed
I never knew I was perfect
from my head to my toes
Ana I let you win
there is no more me
I finally got  thin
but i'm dead can't you see
our friendship is over
you finally won
but you don't even care
you're on to another one
one of my close friends in a facility with me named keighley  wrote this for me so credit to her
Rockie Jul 2015
I'm sorry, strong little guy
For all the pain and pressure

You see, it wasn't entirely me,
Wasn't all MY fault

It was all them,
Not me

Ok, that was a slight lie,
Please forgive me

I took things slightly more seriously
Than your blood pumping could ever do

You work my veins
Until they decay

The blood rotten and thick
It drools throughout my flesh

The pressure will take its toll one day
And you will not forgive me for it
I literally have no inspiration for something I'm trying to write. So-poem :)
MsAmendable Jun 2015
The moon pours night into the sky
Dripping out a curtain of icy stars,
Inking over the drawing of day
Sliding over the silver leaves
Creeping along the corners
Trailing wet black smears
Filling puddles with tar,
Choking out the light
Until, at last, it's night.
A Watoot Apr 2015
This, today
Is your special day.

Twenty years ago today,
You were born to this world
By a loving lady and a tough man.

This, today
Is your birthday.

You were born
To love a lucky lady
And
You were born
To be loved by this lucky lady;

And I will stand by you
Through thick and thin.

You are my air.  I'll cling to you like how we all cling to life, space, and time.
*I will love you forever.
Happy birthday.
Happy birthday, Hon. I love you forever.
Hayley Jan 2015
Ever notice that thick and thin start with the same three letters?
Channa Weird Jan 2015
With a switch
I turn you on
The sway of my hips
When I lick my lips
The way I move
Completely calming to you
Must portray confidence
Must stimulate the minds
Of these guys that think they have the world wrapped around their finger
Leave a everlasting linger
Leave your senses tense
With just a switch
I could go on
All day long
With just a twist
I could trip you into another realm of infatuation
Get your imagination cultivated
Stimulated
With just a switch
I shift from side to side
The meanest glide
And the “****, how she get in those jeans?” type thighs
To no surprise
I turn you on
With just a twist of my hip
The way that I shift
Beautiful backside
Incredibly thick thighs
Oh
You look so surprised
Did I turn you on?
With the hips that were graciously given to me
With just a switch
I send these guys on sensational trips
Like a light switch
I turn ‘em on
cait-cait Dec 2014
your taste lingers thick
on my tongue,
like the wedding cake
placed before me;
half-eaten, and
mostly smeared,
as i think of what
he could've done for me,
but didn't
i went to a friend's fancy greek wedding and the cake was terrible. i can still feel it in my stomach, yuck.
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