#sell
I just want your love, stop selling me
I'm not a competition to win
I'm not the juror you pander to for a vote
I'm your friend
All I want is your thoughts
I don't expect you to bend
And I won't be so easy to break
So don't leave me by the lake
Where the only thing I can see is me
Trust me,
I've played your game before
And I know it well
Because I was the one trying to sell
But I feared I was no bargain when I looked around
So I backed away where I couldn't be found
And eventually, I was left hoping for someone to hear my sound
But I had feared mine would be far from profound
When I talk so much, when I challenge and push,
I'm hoping to find you
Not what you think I think of you
I don't want the clay you let me sculpt
I want you
I challenge because I want to know more
I push because I want to see more
More
So your sell will never work if you don't stop to wonder who
Who you're selling to
Because all I care for is you.
22h ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 11:42 PM UTC
you left specks of gold on my skin
you expected me to sell them
but instead I admired their glow
as they sparkled at night
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
The more I try
The more I fail
A cattywampus scale
Creating this personalized
Dollar general designer hell
A fiery well
I'm always drawn back to
In a spell
And I keep mindlessly pushing
Circling like a carousel
Why pray tell?
I couldn't tell
But I'll tell you what,
If you know someone buying souls
I'd be willing to sell
If they pay well
©2024
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 3:39 PM UTC
People,
Creating their own hell
Let's keep it simple
Try to be real for a spell
No spiel,
Just an obvious tell
Deceitful,
But not doing it well
A sequel
Was always going to be a hard pitch to sell
©2024
Aug 1, 2024
Aug 1, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC
Don't make my love in a factory on a cold assembly line
cutting all the corners of my heart just to rush it out on time
Don't sell my love in a fancy store dressed up in the front display
bought and sold and taken home, and in boredom packed away
Don't cast my love on a tv show as violence, fame, or food,
worth nothing more than the ratings brought that decide if it'll be renewed
Instead
Make it under the sun, let the wildlife play and see
let it touch the thoughts of calm the earth has ever dreamed
work through the night, so it can meet the dark
and learn that life is more than a single work of art
Feb 23, 2023
Feb 23, 2023 at 1:10 PM UTC
Here, I do not need to coax the sound—
No more tremulous plucks, bated breath,
Muting my voice as it slips from my throat
Here,
It falls as a gift, freely given
Resonant as thunder in the mountains
Bold and beautiful.
How brightly I burn
When I do not have to ask
To be heard.
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 8:42 PM UTC
marrying and given in marriage
wickedness breeds greater wickedness
each generation stinkier than the last
and every child born a greater evil
the scattered righteous are few and hated
overwhelmed and drowning in deep sea
sparing the unborn from sorrows and griefs
gifted with the Comforter for courage and help
time is shortened for their sake
in half a time shall they be rescued
in three days and not a week
and in a week and not a year
buds have blossomed and harvest’s not delayed
we mined the Moon and harnessed the Sun
decay’s stench unmistakable but blindly persuaded
as freedom’s necessary aroma, even sacred
the wicked disintegrate where they stand
in utter terror and panic slay one another
earth terraformed in a day without end
and buying and selling cease
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 3:47 AM UTC
The hellish everlight
Sell the entropy like longing
Right insight gives hope though selling
Quells unearthed eulogies loves lost since
Right and wrong aren't perceived anymore
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 9:35 PM UTC
My broken heart
was in your hands
And yet you said
it came that way
As you stood there
complaining
And wanting
your money back
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 12:31 AM UTC
When love grows cold, we buy and sell
For we rather ********** than despair
—the fighting spirit empowering the Beast—
But love waits, in pain, crying silently unseen
No exchange without the mark of the Beast
Driving to desperation and worship
Those who live by their wits and arms
COVID19 will expose who these are
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 11:28 PM UTC
Banished to wander the Earth
But rebelled to build a City
Babel was temporary, now COVID19
For worship of numbers makes Money, and Man, god.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:24 AM UTC
Can I have some more "sir,
how can we feed the children..
Put them in the coal mines,
its our new energy...
Green is dead..
I gave the logging corporations
the go ahead to cut the lungs out,
who needs to breath fresh
its all recycled, {redacted}
its used and we'll sell it back to you.
Air who needs it,
We'll sell you fresh in a unrecycled
canister,
with only a hint of contamination.
We made America great again,
even though you cant go out.
As we down played the viruses...
All the bunkers were lately filled,
That singular cough flowing through
the cheaply made ventilation system..
Made in the USA, more like red tape cut,
As Americans cough to the grave...
But you died with a dollar in your hand..
Wait the money is what gave you
Covid 19 as it wasn't sanitised,
as money is
worth more than American lives..
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 6:01 AM UTC
I have a hidden chest,
full with sorcerous wonders, a trove.
In a hallway, down a staircase,
through a maze chalked full with traps and danger.
My way to keep it safe
from prying hands,
the coin-filled eyes.
My prize, my treasure.
Is it better to keep under constraint or let it free?
How can I share it with the world,
and keep it all for me?
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 8:11 PM UTC
i know well the fear as it manifests
in the dampness come night
dollar bills burn hot in pocket
the reddened skin of my inner thighs
fights to fray the cloth, but i
i'm better off sleeping in my pants
and my shoes, as to evade
then this thing clicks and the misfit
cuts come to fall into plan
by design, without fail, buy and sell
then there's me, this thing replete
with confidence in its destruction
by its hand, or on demand, its a
matter of course lightbulb!
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
“Come in and sit down”
said the celluloid voice,
smooth as silk.
Cautiously I stepped
through the TV screen,
to take my place.
“I will show you a world”
it continued,
“That bears no relation
to what you consider as
REALITY.”
The air around electrified,
as the set was powered to life.
Beautiful bodies playing on a beach,
running into the foaming sea;
sun ripening skin, bleaching hair;
Then, from nowhere a can appears,
elixir of every surfer, sun worshipper.
Somewhere in the distance
a distinctive throaty roar,
the romantic throb of a Harley;
ridden by a pair of jeans
giving identity to,
some muscular male *****
A dream of America
and freedom.
Slow moody blues solo
hangs in the air;
a guitar talking to a journeyman,
familiar but not remembered.
Every note sustained, holding breath,
then carried by a riff
from a bottle of bourbon.
Outside the set
beautiful bodies are burning up,
through a hole in the ozone.
(Too many limousines and Harleys)
The alcoholic looks on, wide eyed,
trying to see a way in,
really believing there is one.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
Best off known
Make ‘art world’ of my damage
Prepare to go mammary
Prattle my way into important company
Display something intimidating
And put in my stake
My patchwork for paternity
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
I grasp it
and discern it's gonna blow out
Yet I never bemoan the moment enduring it
For the smile, it sells upon me
is the remembrance that will never wilt.
©_shade_of_a_lonely_girl
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 10:53 AM UTC
a buyer
of house
looks to
aspire them
to gain
trust in
this mortgage
commonplace that
coffee imagine
a donut
worth their
value in
density as
once dulce
vita is
this anchor
with marrow
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
I wonder if you know
how often I pass
that church door where we kissed
(and kissed, and kissed)
Or how I'd desecrate
a thousand more
just to do it again
(and again, and again).
It feels now like a deal with the devil,
and too good, it lasted as long as one would.
For rapturous blasphemy, for ludicrous bliss,
I sold all my fears for just one shot at this.
I wonder if you know
that we are our own devils,
that nothing's contracted
that can't be redacted
That we spin our own fates
and can re-thread our revels -
Did you know? But you must,
(you must, you must.)
Yet I'm sure that you won't
and that all that we built
is crumbling, returning,
To dust, to dust.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
More than one previous careful
Much more than moderate use
Less than unreasonably hoped for
Subjected to excessive abuse
Above your typical mileage
Much rusted under the sills
Worn patches in the fabric
Stains from occasional spills
Go faster stripes have been added
The rear windows now have a tint
Extra headlights recently fitted
A perfect first car, don't you think?
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 6:36 AM UTC