#p
school is ending
and i am relieved
because no more school
means no more stress
means no more failure
means no more disappointment
i finally have a chance
to look inside
myself and my soul
to look inside
my mind and body
to find what is wrong
and pick it out
like the parasite it is
but can i truly
get rid of the parasite
when the parasite
is all of me?
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 8:26 AM UTC
I can't find the words that would help you understand
So all I can do is scream
But I can't scream
If I do people will think something's wrong
We only scream if we're in pain
Or at least physical pain
I can feel it sometimes though
If we cry when we're sad why can't we scream
I hate it
I wish I didn't have to
I wish they didn't do it
Why would they do it, though
Why would they make me do it
I don't want to do it
I hate it more than anything
I can't do it
I just can't
I can't
I can't
I can't
Why would I not though
It's my fault
It's
always
always
always
always
always
always
my
fault.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
And if-- when-- I do go,
Will you forget me?
Will you let time consume me,
Drag me out of your head?
Will you allow the hollowness swallow me into it?
Is the grief truly going to ruin you?
Will it implore you to forget me,
Because forgetting is better than remembering?
Do you think you'll let me slip away?
To be lost forever as a silhouette blinking in your mind
Or will you grasp for my remaining threads?
Reach for all the pieces scattered about,
Please do.
Let time pass,
Let your heart ache,
But after all that,
Don't let me fade.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 7:21 PM UTC
Pink pigs played peppy and peaceful in Paradise.
Prideful and prestigious was their pen,
Prettily pounded with providence plenty provided.
Privileged pigs paraded pretentiously, protecting prized possessions and pleasantries.
Prudent pigs pootled purposefully pondering the passage of their permanence.
Promiscuous pigs plugged and pegged ***** pigs in picturesque pleasantness.
Piglets promising plumpness pranced piggish in the pasture, precociously,
Perky and pearly in prepubescent peachiness.
Pericles - Peerless paragon of Porky perfection-
was their principle proponent.
Pensive philosopher Pig!
Prominence and prestige palpable.
Pericles was percipient and practically prehistoric to his peers.
Preceedingly, Pericles had a premonition -
A premonition of pulverisation!
Predestined pogrom. Preordained.
Perhaps, Preventable?
Percicles pooled the pigs and pacing placidly,
Presented a panegyric.
Pronouncing with perspicacity, the plight of pigs -
Perfectly polished.
“Proud and prideful pigs of the pen!
Parents of piglets! Possessing no parallel!
Perhaps perplexed are pigs preempting Paradise to persist and prevail perennially.
Promptly - a plethora of pigs will be parted!
Peep not! Precious piggies.
The Progeny of us pigs will proclaim perpetually -
how those perfect pigs - parried and perished - politely parting their precious pork to the President of the Paddock.”
Paranoia pervaded…
Pericles, persisted in his preaching.
“Practical and pragmatic Pigs!
Privileged priceless pigs!
Preserved! Par-excellence!
Presently and permanently!”
Pericles was professional.
Preaching and pontificating with pertinent persuasion to the pigs presiding.
Paladin of pigs! Pre-eminence palatable.
Par-contre, Pericles had previously pledged a pact.
A Partnership!
To the President of the Paddock!
Particularly poignant and penetrative was the pact.
Pericles’ proposed to persuade the pigs to perdition,
Provided his own persistence and preservation - Promised.
Pericles’ panegyric proclaimed preposterous prevarications.
“Pigs, punished and persecuted, placed peerless and pardoned. Pure and pious!”
Pericles polluted their purity.
“Profound public punishment is no petty pitfall.
Professional pigs prevail!”
Pericles prated piffle to pliant pigs - Porky pies!
Parvenu! Plotter!
Peacemaker perverse!
Passionate performer of parody!
“Please pardon us Pigs!” - pining piggies prattled,
Pleading for preservation.
Peckish and parched was the pathetic profusion.
Pericles preached positivity - placated the pigs - pacified them with poison pellets and popsicles provided to piglets,
Pridelessly Pericles paraded a phalanx of piggies to the pernicious parlour of pain…
Pericles - Persuader of pigs!
Pestilent partaker!
Pericles’ ploy, premeditated - perpetrated!
Perniciousness proliferated
Piggies panted in perturbation.
Paranoid pigs posted prayers pitifully.
Precipitously, permanence was punctuated!
Pugnacious pigs parried pathetically as
Pincers pried and pulled at petrified pigs.
Porky palpitations pounded pervasively.
Pink pigs parted painfully -
Pulverised and pounded into paste - Puréed
Pricked and prodded - Purity pooled-out
Pressed and peeled. Pain prolific in proportion
Poor piggies. Pensive and polite.
Plundered.
“Phew!”, Pericles panted, post pogrom.
Pert Pervader! Peeking and peering,
Preserved and persistent!
Promise provided.
Prodigious profusion of piggies, piled, perished and perilous, peppered the parlour, in porky patterns of a putrid ******* painting.
Pericles - paranoid parasite - persevered!
Plegmatic and pallid in persistence.
Pericles peeped in posthumous pathos as the perishable perkiness of his peers was powerlessly pounded, passively processed, procured and preserved.
Pitiless! The proud prankster perked up.
Pericles went prancing and pealing about the parlour in peak performance - Perfumed Pig!
Products produced for pecuniary profit profligate.
Pericles’ portion partitioned!
Plenty of pork provided. Production prolific.
Pink pigs packaged.
Peaceful in Pork.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 8:22 AM UTC
David P. Carroll is a poet and writer who stands up for justice, particularly for suffering children and women. He has been featured on the news and radio, discussing poetry, and has won competitions and certificates for his writing ¹.
Carroll's poetry covers a range of topics, including love, social justice, and Irish heritage. He has published poems like "Falling in Love" and "Happy St. Patrick's Day" ² ³. His work is available on various platforms, including Hello Poetry, where he has shared his poems and mentioned being on TV talking about poetry ⁴.
Carroll's romantic poetry book is also mentioned, showcasing his versatility as a writer ¹. Overall, David P. Carroll is a passionate poet and writer who uses his words to promote justice, love, and social awareness.
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 3:21 AM UTC
Can I stow away
in the depths of your heart?
Hidden in the shadows,
I'll stay out of sight;
then slip past the guards
in the dead of the night.
I'll be that stranger
stood at the bar—
pinstripe suit,
buttonhole, tie.
A knowing look,
our secret code.
The wink of an eye,
our signal to go.
Exit by a side door
into the night,
a shadowy figure
beneath a single street light.
A scribbled message,
in a telephone box—
L is for Love,
P is for Pay.
The babysitter, she's asking—
she’s done for the day.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 7:04 PM UTC
In shadows deep, where whispers tread,
A journey winds, where dreams have fled.
Through valleys low and mountains high,
We search for answers in the sky.
Each tear that falls like rain-laden grace,
Reflects the fears we dare not face.
Yet in this storm, a lesson clear—
Sometimes the path is to persevere.
With every heartbeat, echoes speak,
Of friends we've lost and those who seek.
In moments dark where hatred stirs,
Act of kindness often blurs.
The weight of sorrow can bend the spine,
Yet strength emerges when hearts align.
In every struggle life bestows,
Resilience blooms where compassion grows.
For beneath the clouds that drape our days,
Are rays of hope that pierce the haze.
Memories linger like ghosts so dear,
They teach us what it means to fear.
There’s beauty found in life’s cruel twist,
An appreciation for moments missed.
Each disappointment builds our tale,
A chance to rise each time we fail.
Independence calls amidst despair,
And darkness fades with the light we share.
New beginnings arise from ashes old—
Life's lessons wrapped in stories told.
With courage stitched into our seams,
We navigate through shattered dreams.
Out of confusion springs clarity bright—
As stars emerge from the cloak of night.
So let it be—the winds may howl,
Let kindness echo; hear the growl
Of uncertainty worn on tired sleeves—
In every breath lies what we believe.
Though health may falter and spirits ache,
Hope remains steadfast; it won’t break.
Together we stand through all adversity—
For in shared burden lies unity’s key.
Embrace each moment with utmost grace;
Navigating life's ever-changing face;
For every loss brings forth a seed—
Of friendship sown in wondrous deed.
So here we sit beneath the trees’ sway—
Through laughter and pain along our stay;
In gratitude find solace in lack—
Let it be our anthem as we backtrack.
Like rivers winding toward distant seas—
Every heartbreak becomes a breeze;
An inspiration drawn from what's done—
We learn to let go while seeking the sun.
Let it be—a mantra soft yet strong;
In life’s grand symphony—a poignant song;
So when you stumble or feel undone—
Embrace what is and know you're not alone.
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 10:24 AM UTC
I don't know where I'm supposed to be
but I know where I'm posed to be
a solo diver floating free
flowing
with the open sea
embracing waves
embracing rain
embracing whirling winds of change
surrendering
to Heaven's gaze
soaking in the pearly rays
Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 10:36 AM UTC
The Doctor has a Sense of Humor!
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give a surgeon a scalpel
and an excuse,
and the artist emerges,
for creativity is a good surgeon’s
natural habitat
Sure, sure, there’s a plan,
with best and acceptable outcomes,
but when messing with a real heart,
a sly ***** with numerous deceptive guises
at its disposal, you never for sure never know,
despite all the advanced imaging techniques,
exactly
what you will find once you go
spelunking
in caves of life and death
so, he takes a bit from here,
and a bob or two from there,
there a cut, here an incision deep,
Old McDonald provided a body,
or a canvas, and the Doc
is happy.
So I uncover holes where he
probed, redeploying the healthy,
like a good designer, Doc rearranges
and repairs, a travelogue of splicing and dicing,
his handiwork
Now standing over you for many hours,
can get tiring, though each ***** be
different, unique even, but leaving
a little marker, a stylized signature,
is well, is the rightful discretion of the artiste!
So you can imagine my surprise
when the tubes removed (ouch!)
the bandages ripped off in a
signature move of a delighted nurse whose
loves seeing grown men cry from lesser trivialities,
you cannot imagine my surprise
when I discovered my new tattoo,
upon my chest front and center!
*Herein please find your heart repaired,
and revitalized:
Please Note!
We guarantee our work for minimum 15 years
(Aug. 3, 2038),
but our disclaimer
we assume NO responsibility after that
if you should
happen to live for 30 YEARS or more*
Dr. P.
Sep 21, 2023
Sep 21, 2023 at 7:58 AM UTC
i found an old journal from when i was a kid
all of the pictures of my dad were an angry face
and all of the pictures of my mom were her ignoring us
i did not have a good day
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 10:26 PM UTC
Like ugly ducklings to lovely
Swans transformed we are.
I remember thine breath of life blowing in labellum.
Stunt by your hunger for me
In shivers silence stuck
the dagger in heart
mine and thine, beloved.
In vain I sought you I
Roamed the open seas with cowards ****** greedy racist human predators
In sheep's clothings.
Two forces of good and evil hubbered above my cradle
To get here powers of evil
took everything and I lost everyone dear to me
even my honor just to reach thine forces of good
I'd surrender to you if worth anything to you take it all
for treasures in my hands
without fortress if your love
slides like water in hands
I find thee everywhere in famous art even in
crossroad lights
I found thee in sonnet 75
with William Shakespeare.
Thine grace showered me with wisdom and thine thirsting for me became my own longing for thee
decades now my beloved
I search no more for thine love tattooed all over my vessel peacefully rests
No one but us two can see it.
You reign butterfly in heart
few lovers have eyed me
yet quickly eluded me
they too, like your butterfly,
Go in search of their own.
Yes only yours returned
Adorned with diamonds and rubbies calling me fiancee.
I painted two on my chest
To never be apart
I love thee the most
forever and ever.
~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All Rights Reserved
Sonnet, 75-95- present
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 5:29 PM UTC
Fur of bat
toad-like grin
eyes of lazy gold
green in sin
Sitting on the edge of forever
croaking sweet lullabies
a tendril tongue spanning galaxies
devouring worlds like tiny flies
A slothful gluttony so boundless
a privilege to slip down his amphibian throat
let's spend eternity inside him
together churning, wailing, floating in the acid moat
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
Sometimes the snow comes down in June
Sometimes the sun goes round the moon
I see the passion in your eyes and now I saw the big surprise
"Cause there was a time
All I did was wish
And now I know it was love
Although it's not the way I hope
Or how I felt,
Somehow it fells lust,
But now we're standing face to face
It's in this world
A crazy place
And when I thought my chance to be loved has passed
You came and save the best of times.
All of the night you sent your words
When depression comes upon me.
I wonder how you know my feeling
Because your words always heal my depression
And build up my hope so high
It's not the way I want it how I felt
Somehow it is love
And now we're standing face to face
Is it in this world, my love, David P Carroll
Because just when I thought my chance has passed
You came and safe the best for the lifetime.
I love you 🌹❤️
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 7:26 PM UTC
COCOONING IN HIS HEART FOREVER.
Cocooning away with my
Lover David P Carroll today
Falling in love with him feels so beautiful every day,
It's like climbing a mountain
Once your at the top you truly
See it's beauty between you and me,
Together in love we'll be with the Lord's
Blessings shining upon us
Every day we thank him and
Pray to him for our happiness and joy we share together every night,
So just listen to my heart
Every day it's beating
I love you I could never love Another man darling
As much as I truly love you.
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 6:48 PM UTC
The P Propensity
this benighted dishwasher,
is familiar with the
P Propensity Theorem,
seeing as he
(think grizzled, unshaven guy in the back of the restaurant cleaning plates)
invented it
the need to solve
for the need to P,
while undertaking prep
for the great dishwashing,
is mathematically soluble:
N, the number of ***** dishes
D%, the variable percentage of how *****
(necessitating pre-scrubbing, or not,)
M, the meal, breakfast lunch or supper,
(a modifier of N)
Ba2, bladder age squared)
formula:
if P = N(D%) {M_}
b [where M1 is breakfast, M2 is lunch etc.]
is >1,
then
better get
an adult diaper
Jan 1, 2024
Jan 1, 2024 at 8:51 AM UTC
My Poem Will Be In The News In Several Asian Countries Tomorrow.
Thank you all very much God bless stay safe
Peace And Love.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 5:37 PM UTC
My bones are hollow, others have bones filled with honey and feather. Im afraid of dying. But I'm not afraid of not living. Thinking is harder than being, for a fool can only be but an artist learns to think. These are all things that she said, spilling syrupy honey in my broken glass head.
She broke that glass. That night when the sky looked like painted on wax and she asked me if I was really there. We had alot of alcohol that night and the ***** felt just not quite right. I wish I drank apple juice instead of whiskey. Inhaled incense instead of ****
Many things would look different when I looked in the mirror only to see those stiches on glass that only cause more to shatter. Not that the stiches ever really matter.
It's like she's trapped in my head. And she'll scream and dream her doubt. But all she has to do is say let me out and she's free. How hard can that be? At least stop filling up my fragile head with memories of things that happened on a beach at midnight in this dark new moon moonlight. That night those pictures flew away into a sea to never see her or me, that night is over so get out of my head, please. I'm begging you, I'll break it open and let blood and hope spill out if you'd just leave me too, please. Stop yelling things that break my feet and fights we had about things I dont eat and just please leave. I need to get out and fly as far as heaven flys then wait until the sun goodbyes and watch the banks and borders by that midnight dark new moonlight sea. With champagne flutes full on honey, no alcohol because after all I asked her to stay sober.
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
ONCE is less than MORE but if you go off
allow something to grab you if you fall
inside pollen-eye bites when you
taste blue and smell summer zeros hiding
inside
a hookah vision ,,__,, defies logic
bends the Divine Proportion of smAll
a supra sutra deluxe rule fights cRhyme
sends the devils running
higher fly these angels
so heavy to consider this;
once is less than more
is less than
less
|
V
than zero
0
02.28.2020
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
AUGUST 29----08:50am
In a mild weary night
When mortals in final seek solace
With their earthly deeds upon them tight
to encounter a burden bound for see
Which apprise with unawares sneaks
In many vision the world in view
Then,range who in mystery pick
May mordant or mellow with few
Ascending instance as realm poke
And a shrewd with cognizance attain ray
Which those folly with volition smoke
And in reality realm their mordant hay
In a wild scary night;
When mortals in finals seek solace
And precious embraced in flight
By fierce angel subdue case
And mortals are all nature minded
Of any trifle or prime revelation
Destined,as of subdue minded
Then a dream is a theme of revelation.
#@T.G.P
#@Salimon
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 1:52 AM UTC
Im back
Physically
Eating chocolate cheetos on your couch
I'm here
To invade
Your happy ending like the villan I've always been
But what
Are you gonna do
Cuz I'm never leaving you alone again
I'm here
I'm hurt
Get ready to sin
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
Penguins painted pink,
peacefully practising pragmatic pebble placement.
Perfectly pointy piles, please!
Profoundly pious Pandas ponder pancreatic problems,
predict potential palsy.
Prognosis? Perilously poor.
Pale porpoises proudly plunge purple pools,
placidly pasturing petrified plankton.
Poor protozoans perish.
Portly, paunchy, plumpish, porcine, porky pigs
populate putrid puddles,
Pulverizing pumpkin pies.
Purposely Prickly porcupines pursue palatable plants,
pin-pointing precisely.
Puce petunias preferred.
Pill popping puppet people perpetuate planetary perdition,
pardon profuse pollution.
Pretentious ******
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
There was a short fight
in the middle school playground
between Wilton
(whose jacket I held)
and some big kid
named Saxon
(two kids held his coat).
What it was about
I don't know,
but Wilton squared up
to Saxon and Saxon stood
like a barn door,
waiting.
A crowd of kids
gathered chanting:
fight, fight, fight.
I watched as they began
to wrestle each other,
but Saxon being stronger,
pushed Wilton to the ground.
I helped him up saying,
Box don't wrestle.
He threw a couple
of punches which hit
the big kid's arm;
Saxon threw a wide punch
which caught Wilton
on the chest
and he went down.
I helped him up saying,
Move in close
and gut him.
He moved in close,
weaving past Saxon's
pathetic defences,
and drove his right
into the big kid's gut,
and Saxon winced
and just as he was about
to retaliate, two prefects
came and hauled both kids
off to the head master,
after we handed them
their coats.
The girls in the playground
never came to watch the fight:
they played skip-rope
or hop-scotch.
The boys dispersed
back to their games,
and I walked with Jupp
taking about the rumble,
but I couldn't understand
what he said half the time
because of his mumble.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC