#stealing
My sticky fingers
Seem to ruin everything,
Stealing my future.
I watch my dreams slip
Through my desperate fingers,
My unstable hands.
Someday these dry palms
Will be pressed against steel bars.
****** sticky fingers.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 10:27 AM UTC
I don't know how it happens,
Sometimes it just does.
I have the money,
But my hands always find themselves
Back in my pockets,
With something new between my fingers
I've never been caught,
I've never been blamed,
I don't need the things I take,
Sometimes I end up throwing them away.
I usually take pencil sharpeners
From stores,
From friends,
From teachers,
From family.
I never pay for anything,
But there's always a cost
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:20 PM UTC
She liked sweatpants, just like her mother did
She wore them her whole life
She told him how much she hated when people tried taking them
They always tried stealing them
He stained the sweatpants though
Her favorite sweatpants
The one she waited months for to get
She tried not to think much of it
Then he stole her sweatpants
She didn't get why
She made it so clear of how much she disliked when people did that
But he did it anyways
Why couldn't he ask?
It was just a simple question
It was what she held on to the most
He took it away
She misses those sweatpants
She misses how it felt when she did have them
Her favorite sweatpants she wore her whole life was gone forever
And there was nothing she could do to get it back
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
You DON'T deserve a second chance
Your can't undo what's been done
You stole my things that are irreplaceable & were special to me
You have broken the trust
You cant undo it not this time
Even though your my daughter
I have to walk away
I am hurting
I can't figure out why
After all my pain in my life
You choose to hurt me
You broke my trust
I can't replace those
sadly you knew
and did it anyway
So with that
Your on your own
Broken trust
© Jennifer L DeLong 10/29/2020
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
Time.
I never have time.
I never have enough.
I'm running out.
I'm always rushing.
I'm always wasting.
Are you busy next weekend?
Are you doing anything right now?
Do you have time to grab a coffee?
I'm busy, sorry.
I don't have time.
Maybe another time?
I hate time.
No.
I hate society for time.
No.
I hate society for stealing mine.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
something he stole
was very important to me
but it’s not the kind of thing
that could ever be returned
this is no game of
lost and found
oh, but the thief
the thief―
they couldn’t catch him,
he’s got
sly talk and
i think he’s part snake
they couldn’t catch him because
he left no fingerprints
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
"the stars are so pretty tonight,"
so pretty
i want to drown in them.
i want to be swept up in the current
of a swirling sky,
i want to die up there.
a peaceful death,
a death among the stars,
among the angels before i fall.
i want to see heaven,
just once, then i'll let
the riptide take me and
throw me down with the rain,
with all the falling stars
she rejects every day.
I want to feel each wave
crash
above my head;
i want to drown in stardust,
let the sky fill my lungs,
let it **** me.
I'll take some heaven
down with me.
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 10:42 PM UTC
Pencils
And papers
And fancy erasers
Rubberbands
And soda cans
And ratty old pairs of Vans
This and that
Or 'maybe' something
Equaling all sorts of nothing
And then I met Winona Ryder...
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 7:08 PM UTC
Tic-tac-toe
three in a row,
he swings hard,
alarm bells go,
a knife and knife
a circular ring
who's got the guts
to come clean?
Slurry of blows,
slurry of speech,
maybe there's more
to being a leech,
a man made of pride
a man made of sorrow
what's a man to do
when he can no longer borrow?
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
If I give just to receive,
Is my gift worthless?
If I steal only to give,
Are my actions faithless?
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
The ones with blurred faces
Knocked down my door last night
And tugged at my limbs with such desperation
- A rigorous exercise.
Their hands, rattling in a sharp neon glow
Stole away many things as they held me down
And shone the bright lights into my eyes,
Turning my pupils into hollowed colour:
Trust.
Potential.
Innocence.
Friendship.
All gone.
All taken.
All dead.
During the break-in.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
I made this skirt from
Pierre Cardin's spring collection
Where a thief stole a pound, and I paid a nickle.
I made this shirt from
A pretty curtain
That I ripped out of a groovy bungalow
I made this bracelet from
Beads drifting down river Arakawa
A child's beads, probably thrown in a tantrum.
I made this pendant from
A glass marble from a goldfish bowl
In the small classroom of an elementary school
I found my socks in a dumpster.
I found my shoes in a runaway train.
I found my coat on the shoulders of a model.
And so I plead not guilty.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC
"you know, a thief who has stolen from a queen is typically locked away, never to see the light of day again."
"yes, but perhaps my heart was given, not taken."
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
Grand theft auto
Key in the ignition, let’s begin.
Foot on the pedal, it’s not stealing,
Just borrowing, for an hour or two.
Doing ninety now, no sign of lights of blue.
Music blaring without a care.
Who said peer pressure isn’t fun?
Each of us daring to go out there;
No fear of crashing because we are young.
Still learning to lose control.
Shackles released; let’s see how fast we can go.
Flew past a ton in the blink of an eye.
Touching the sky in our under the influence minds.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
I sometimes take words that were first used by others
(I'm About to admit I'm a bit of a crook)
Re-hash and re-use them, and make my own covers-
Stealing little known lines from an eloquent book.
I've stolen from Shakespeare, yanked words off of Yeats,
And pilfered from Plato and Brown;
I've probably swiped stuff off all of the greats,
And many of zero renown.
There's more to be heard in the wise words of Wilde
Or took from a Tennyson line
Or the thinking out loud of an inquisitive child,
Than could spill forth from this pen of mine.
So if I've stolen from you, and perchance have offended,
(Yes- I'm about to steal Shakespeare again)
Just think but this, and all is mended;
Nothing original came from my pen.
Which means that, eventually, all that I've ever done
Will be lost in the shadows of time,
Skipped over, or lost, and simply outdone
By your works original shine.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 6:05 AM UTC
You are cold. Unbearable. Harsh. Painful. Impossible to love. It is difficult to stay, difficult to also leave. But once you come back, begging for my forgiveness once I've left for good, I'll make you think of all the times I've been there. I held your hand. I let you cry. I chased away your nightmares. I cared, and never complained once. I'll make you think about it, and don't ever tell me that you had not felt love at all. That you had also not loved it since.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
How can you enjoy playing that PlayStation 4?
You stole it from Best Buy, it's not yours.
That PS4 doesn't rightfully belong to you.
Stealing it was lousy and a criminal thing to do.
You sit there and play it and you feel no shame.
How can you get pleasure from playing that game?
I hate to be a snitch, but I'm going to turn you in.
If you go to jail, maybe you won't steal again.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
I saw her in my room
She was beautiful thief
And good at stealing
Her sparking eyes
Made my heart
Fly to the skies
Im closing my eyes
Feel her warm hands
Around my chest
I feel her warm breath
Around my neck
She started to blush
Her heart started to rush
And i said hush
Enjoy how I steal your heart.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
someone out in cyber-land
might just be
copying a poem which they'll
attribute to their own tee
unscrupulous replicators
have no qualms
on flagrantly stealing the lines
from genuine arms
when they take a fancy
to your brilliance of verse
they'll naff off with all or part of it
and stow it within their purse
piracy is rife around
online writing dales and dells
it's the pilfering of an authentic
author's heart and soul bells
they say that imitation
is the sincerest form of flattery
but an alternate opinion
would say plagiarists are bereft
of an original wordage battery
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
You walked away
With my heart in your hands
Smirking at what you stole
I was on fire
Burning all over
It felt like when I placed my hand on a pan
The pan that burned me all over
Burned my soul
The kind of burn that would blister
I wanted the pain
I wanted to hurt
But I wanted you to be there
Not the one to cause me to burn
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
What does it mean to banter me with knives. // Cold steel isn’t a toy, // it cuts to burn as it slices // through the air with a glint. // I’m not forever anything, // so don’t keep that in your mind. // Break that platform you stand on // because your choices will lead you // down a path where God can only do so much. // He won’t make your passion, // won’t take all of your sorrow. // He will guide and provide you comfort, // but all those circling vultures // will still be there. //
I see your sticky fingers // and your blazing eyes, // don’t pretend you don’t steal... // don’t pretend that you don’t mean to. // I know you do. // You take and take and leave nothing // but scraps I must race after; // like catching a one way train, // running as fast as you can // but all you catch is dust // and rocks that bite your knees. //
I won’t pretend to understand, // but don’t pretend to know this side of the fence. // Just because you see a movie of a dying man, // doesn’t mean you give everything into one relationship. // For you are stealing others time with you, // and my time with her. //
Expressions like the ones you hate, // are used for blind-careless people like you. // So go on and run in the fields of love. // Take a ship, // and if love fails // or fate decides her life is meant to end // and you’re left alone: // remember you decided to take that ship. //
Castaway’s don’t have family to throw them life vests... //
only strangers in the dark. //
Sincerely yours,
Women Who Puts Friends Before Men
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
The unscrupulous cavalry shuffled aboard narrow lanes,
Cutting in line towards Jager Bomb's tether,
Cluttered duffel bags concealing cheap champagnes,
Passing cruise ship commuter's ruffled feathers.
With their fake, "excuse me's" en route to the bar,
Coercing the conductor who's been under the weather
With smug smiles and counterfeit Cuban cigars.
Leaving the harbor three sheets to the wind
The cowards commandeered Grandparents pool chairs,
A little past midnight with no foresight of end,
An abrupt brawl broke out, fists flying through air.
A sightseeing whale trip turned into a ship from hell,
The assailants now held in a South of Wales cell.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC
Hello everyone,
I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!
I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?
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Wish me luck!
Big, Biggest Love,
Jeff Gaines
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC