#pout
There is a monster in the house waking up, the rising sun
It’s terrorizing everyone by shouting get your gun
What caused this crazy commotion and why is it today
The guns not real the monster is me, and I’m shouting to get my way
Sometimes you have to be, a monster like this, of sorts
You bang around, make lots of noise, resulting in some snorts
Most of the time, it doesn't last long, and you go about your day
You've spouted, pouted and shouted, oh what a pretty display... NOT
Brian Hill - 2019#136
I'm not mad, I just wrote it that way...
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 9:34 AM UTC
I lust for his lips,
the cherry red pout that makes
life a bit sweeter.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
*Your cuteness is my beauty,
Your prosperity is my lookout.
Your smile is my compatibility,
Your affection is my pout.
Your job is my duty,
Your happiness is my Karma.
Your satisfaction is my responsibility,
Your health is my Dharma.*
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC
name she coyly said,
lost between pout and cleavage.
need a second chance.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
her deep purple lips,
sunset's hues enhance the pout;
promised night's invite
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
The seductress has learnt it,
But never has she earned it.
She always lavishly used it,
Pouting it away to ease it.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC
Just another birthday passes-
One thats not celebrated
With all the champagne glasses
And her hair is nicely braided
She doesnt go out
Because of the pain
And she will not pout
Because what will she gain
Shes sits at home all alone
From the bottle she will drink
Like a dog fetching its bone
They both dont stop to think.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 1:32 AM UTC
I know a girl who's hurting,
But you don't see her cry or pout.
In fact, you'd never know it was her
Unless I pointed her out.
She tries so hard to keep on smiling,
To hide her noose and gun.
But inside, I know she's dialing
Her depression's 911.
All that you can see her as
Is happy, skinny, tall.
But long before you knew her,
Her hopes had begun to fall.
There's still some left of what she was.
Independent, Loving, and Strong.
But there's only so much you can do to cope,
When you've been so sad for so long.
You'd never know she cuts herself
For every sorrow she keeps.
You'd never know that every night,
She cries herself to sleep.
You still think she's so happy?
You haven't reached your goal.
Instead of listening to the stories she tells,
Try listening to her soul.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
everywhere I turned there was a screeching child around every aisle
begging, whining, crying,
faces red, tears rolling as they throw probably their fifth or sixth temper tamtrum all day
right there in the middle of walmart
parents faced drained of life
trying to get in and out
while rounding up their child
dragging them by the arm
giving them what they want so they stop asking even three aisles away from the object
I bent down to grab my cupcake holders and I hear little feet running up beside me
and a young boy goes bolting by me,
a box of fruit roll ups in his hands
and I watch as he throws it in the cart and the mother continue to walk as if that didn't just happen
as I stand the sound of screams echoes
through the grocery section
and all I can think is
GO GO GO
GET ME OUT OF HERE
my lungs felt heavy
my breath was coming in quick
small gasps
I started sweating under my arm pits
my mind closing around the sounds of
bratty children screaming behind me
beside me
in front of me
as if the sounds were taunting me
I dropped the two items I had on a random shelf and headed toward the door as fast as my feet would take me
pushed open the doors and ran to my car
where I turned the ignition on
stepped on the gas and flew out of the parking lot
I gasped for air when I got on the road
I hadn't even realized I'd been holding my breath
was that going to be my life?
was I about to nurture
love
clean
change diapers
fall in love
with a hateful, selfish, evil little demon
that would fool me for a few months of absolutely adorable babyness before turning into Satan spawn right before my eyes
begging, screaming, whining when they don't get their way
who was I kidding
I've always hated children
and in return they've hated me back
just last week a boy told me my leggings were gay
what made me think my son would be any different?
I didn't calm down until I got to sit in silence
just the sound of my cars engine
and my own breathing
I swore right then and there
even if it kills me, I would never let my child be that kid
I refused to let my life end up the way those parents in walmart had turned out
kids will be kids but my child will
never chase a pregnant woman out of a store in an absolute panic second guessing motherhood
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
Not a casual day for me,
I get nervous ever hardly,
And that was the day buddy.
23rd September in 2014,
Tensed I was that mornin',
I was making sure at that time.
Luckily all was sorted out,
I reached on time that day,
It was your b'day gift - the pout.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
Thought
In a knot
Pour poor me
gimme a shot
it ain't what it is
and it is what it's not
I foundoubt
Poor pour me
Something stout
Whilst I sit
& drunken pout
About what I
Just found out
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC