#muck
I tried giving a fuuck
Never did I ever receive a single one back
Tired of pushing my luck
To the forefront of a full frontal barbaric attack
Feels like passing the buck
The offer of a penny for your thoughts never taken so they stack
Trudge through the muck
Stomping on what you hope is dog shiit in a burning paper sack
That unwanted feeling stuck
Used and abused then put back on the rack
©2025
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 9:52 PM UTC
if i can get past
this torrent my twenties
has devolved into
i know
life will be beautiful
if fate permits me luck
time will yield
happiness, amid the muck
it's a gamble,
let's roll the dice
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 10:33 AM UTC
****** Analysis
by Michael R. Burch
This is not what I need . . .
anal-ysis,
paralysis,
as though I were a seed
to be planted,
supported
with a stick and some string
until I emerge.
Your words
are not water. I need something
more nourishing,
like cherishing,
something essential, like love
so that when I climb
out of the lime
and the mulch. When I shove
myself up
from the muck . . .
we can ****
Originally published by Unlikely Stories. Keywords/Tags: analysis, paralysis, psychoanalysis, words, nourishing, cherishing, essential, love, muck, **** ***
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC
At the end of it all, what were we trading for?
A brain inside our skull, spending it for muck!
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 4:43 PM UTC
There was a girl stuck in the mire and the muck
No one thought of her very much
They used
They abused
They did all they could do
To keep her down in that stew
Yet she forgave
She wouldn't cave
She still put good out
In the mists of her doubt
But she was still shunned
When she become undone
She would leave scars
Her body was marred
But still she pushed on
Hoping she was wrong
That love would shine
But love always left behind
More anger, and wounds
She was leaving soon
And one very lonely day
She decided she couldn't stay
She left her world of gray
She dusted off her wings, and just flew away
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
THE EARTH WAS STILL
AS IT SWIRLED AROUND ME
A HAZE OF ASH AND DREAMS
A BURN VICTIM OF AN UNREALIZED FANTASY
SCREAMING IN TWISTED EXCSTASY
AS MY FACES MELTED AND PETRIFIED
FROZEN FOR A LIFE ALIEN RECTIFIED
WITH A SHARP OBSIDIAN *****
TO DELIVER ME REMADE
HE SCRAWLED AND CLAWED HIS WAY TO ME
HIS WORLD ENTIRE, AS THOUGH I COULD SEE
MY LOVER ONCE DELAYED
BY GRIEF AND ASHES, A MISTAKEN AIDE
OF THE LOST GODSPOKE MEN
HE TOLD THEM TO LEAVE HIM DIRE
THAT HIS PASSION WOULD CARRY HIM THROUGH MUCK AND MIRE
FIERY INTO THE REALM ABANDONED CRIES
WRAPPED IN THE DUSTY ORGANZA LIES
HE SEEMED LIKE AN EYELESS CREATURE
BLUNDERING HIS WAY, A BLIND BEESHECHER
SEARCHING FOR LOVE WHERE THERE WAS ONLY
A MAELSTROM OF LONGING
REBORN IN HIS GRAVE OF PROPHETS AND GRIEF
A SOLDIER SENT ONCE TO TEACH
THE FIRE SCORCHING AND TWISTING MY SHROUD
AS HIS WORLD WENT TUMBLING, BROKEN AND PROUD
TORN IN HIS WAKE OF GRACE
AND WHEN MY BODY HE FOUND ENCASED
IN GLASS, AS THOUGH A TRUE LOVE AWAITS
BUT WHAT HE COULD NOT ENKINDLE IN HIS HEART
WAS WHAT WOULD RIP THE GLASS APART
LOST IN OBSIDIAN IN ASH AND GLASS
A SHALLOW PRISON
OF LOSING AND LOVE AND
THE SPACE BETWEEN US
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC