#sucker
To pain I am no stranger
The first name basis is strange for sure
Caught up in an above the boards love affair
Like day to day warfare
It's fare if everyone fights fare
Otherwise it's life as a sucker in a bunker
Still not safe from the vulture culture
Fueling an anger that stirs the rage monster
Who then in turn wakes the violence that likes to linger
One v one they're barley a threat to boil over
The one benefit found for getting older
They can be handled in short order
But together they can alter a future
I acknowledge the fact it's part of my character
And work to recognize each trigger better
Enabling myself to be my own mediator
So I can step in-between me and myself quicker
It was all just, once again, too little too late,
I missed the transition from raging river
To city sewer
Instead of shooting a flare in the air I dropped anchor in danger
The last bridge I let smolder after traversing over
Was the only bridge out of my hell,
A sobering thing to remember only after realizing there was never going to be a true winner
©2024
Apr 17, 2024
Apr 17, 2024 at 4:25 PM UTC
It's my fault
It's my fault for thinking someone willing to lie from day one could be the one
It's my fault
It's my fault for thinking that my love would be worth someone's full attention
It's my fault
It's my fault for brushing off caution like, "it's not a red flag, iiiiit's more of a crimson"
It's my fault
It's my fault for being a coward when this time, maybe for the first time, there is no reason
It's my fault
It's my fault...fuuck it...whatever...it's always my fault, I'm done..find another sucker to pick on
©2024
Jan 12, 2024
Jan 12, 2024 at 12:35 AM UTC
The bloodsuckers of the night
Invaded my abode
And with their unsterilized pipe
Draw my blood
******* the life
Out of my viens
Injecting death
Into the stream
And in my pain
I fight back
Taaah! A clap, a slap
But it ends in my pain
For the invaders escaped
Making a mockery of my counter-attack
In the dark
Upon the couch
When my head
Her rest do seek
Then came their scout
And huuuummmm goes my drum
This is worst than a bite
For insomnia do invite
Another alien to my home
So with teary eyes
And shivering bones
With lost appetite
And a sour taste in my mouth
A body feeble and frail
Went I to see a doctor
In the heat of my body
Hot like a dozen furnaces
Went I to the clinic
But my testimony was not enough
To convince the doctor
That the invaders have left a stranger
In my blood stream
A parasite feeding on my life
So the lab man I must see
For the foreigner must be identified
Home I went and back I came
To see the doctor
But I have thought what to do
To these foreigners
Both the invaders and the aliens
For my health and my rest
Are worth more than gold
And now sitting before the doctor
Wandering what they must have found
Hoping it’s not going to be grave
“Malaria parasite”
Malaria?!
“Yes malaria” the invaders left it in your blood stream
Home I went from the doctor
Armed with arthemether, lumefatrin and paracetamol
To fight this war
Raging in my world
Still I wonder
What do I do?
To end it all
Once and for all
For the invaders
Still hide within my walls
In my wardrobe and in my clothes
Under my bed and in the closet
In water left uncovered
And the ***** pool outside my home
In the gutters and uncut lawn
They seem to be everywhere
The “wipers” could not **** them
They seem to make them strong
For everytime they bounced back
More angry and fierce
No! one more pain, one more bite
And my senses returned
I have heard of ITN
Insecticide Treated Net
Convinced I was of just one try
At last I found my warrior
To defeat these aliens and invaders of my world
Oh! How I love this net….
Gleefully I crawl under the net
To take my sweet beautiful rest
And no more of these alien care
And my war against mosquito won
And malaria defeated from the source
Prevention and better than cure.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:03 PM UTC
I am-
sugar sweet stuck-
On the idea that something
Is better than nothing
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
Some consolation...
I **** at all the things I'm BEST AT.
That's how I feel now.
Sorry to ruin everything for everyone.
I will go away now.
Please God, pray let me disappear somehow.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC
my blood
my cheeks
roses
and their thorns
when i grasp them
with a closed fist.
my eyes
after i've cried
my heart
even when it's broken
my lips
when i bite them
my cherry
sucker.
your tongue
when you take it from me
and smile
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:53 AM UTC
The bait is set.
All I do is wait...
For someone to bite,
Waist deep in water, still not wet.
I will go hungry again...tonight.
Wonder what's wrong, the world's unfair.
So many fish in rivers and lakes...
Wonder, Why me? look down in despair,
The fish is all plastic, the scales are all fake.
The rod is tense.
All I do is pull....
All I want is flesh....
The pain is intense...
The fish is a fool.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC
In spite of my diminishing returns in the field of love
I am drawn to you
in spite of my declining belief that a 'Splendor in the Grass' moment will ever occur
I am drawn to you
in spite of my conviction that I am done with beautiful women who eat men for lunch
I am drawn to you
like static makes a mess of the perfectly laid combover
your electric charge fires a blinding light that pulls me in like a fish on an invisible hook
I am helpless once again
I am primed for the pain
my arms are spread wide-open like a turkey about to be stuffed
slap a 'SOLD' sticker on my forehead and take me off the front shelf cause you just bought yourself one over-used
love addicted male companion for the next few years
and all you had to do was look my way
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
When in Spain, it's been exclaimed
the rich Corinthian leather
While on the Isle of Man, I understand
the castles fare well, the weather
When visiting France, keep on your pants
the ladies don't shave body hair
They bathe when they can, but I'll tell ya man
I've heard that it smells like a bear
When in Venice, don't be a menace
the ladies prefer their men wise
Pastas' the treat, everyone eats
increasing in girth, and in size
When in the channel, never wear flannel
and best leave a Welshman alone
In the country of green, don't let it be seen
that your kissin the blarney stone
Jump on a train, and then you can claim
you're a traveling ************
Europe's a gas, cuz there they have class
but don't get played, for a sucker
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
Saw you on the street tonight,
you were walking my way.
You were with Arnie,
I knelt down to play.
You tried to pull him away from me,
Like I was a stranger passing by.
The excitement in his little body, made me want to cry.
I asked you if you weren't going to stop,
You gave in and paused.
I got dirt all over my face, from his little paws.
Everyone thinks their dog is special,
But Arnie actually is.
He has a lightness about him that makes you forget the world isn't sheer bliss.
You looked at me with such disgust and asked me how I was. Hoping it was bad.
I said I was good and asked you the same.
You said
GREAT!
FANTASTIC!
COULDN'T BE BETTER!
I LOVE MY JOB!
I GOT A RAISE!
I'M SEEING SOMEONE NEW!
I said that's great and i'm happy for you.
You pulled him away from me soon after that.
Our little puppy grown up. He wasn't coming back.
I hope you know i'm actually happy for you,
if any of what you said is true.
I wish no ill intent on you.
My only upset is for the girl who comes next,
and the coldness she will one day receive.
I gave parts of myself to you I have never given to anyone.
We shared a dog, a home, a life, for over a year together.
Yet, you act like i'm a stranger on the street.
I get it. We all get mad and say things we shouldn't in fights.
But it has been a month since you've seen me or talked.
So how can hate be the first reaction in sight?
The lack of kindness in your eyes was inhumane.
You are a soul sucker who has moved onto his next victim.
Tossing losses to the side.
You said I was dead to you.
Guess what ******
I'm Not.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 3:35 AM UTC
I'm a sucker for a deadly demise and heartbroken eyes.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 4:34 AM UTC
I'm such a sucker for
over explanatory wordy titles
there's no fall out.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
Previously
People live for honor
People die for honor
BUT
Today
honor kneel on the ground
FOR
Promotion
Step
Rise
Every **** things
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
I saw this world as a beautiful place,
one that welcomes me everyday,
but apparently that's not the case,
cause nobody will ever have their say.
Parents, oh no, not those terms,
because it definitely does not suit them,
instead they abuse and neglect,
to their child they'll only wreck.
Let's not forget those childish harassment,
that people in general gives to others,
also the society with errors of judgement,
which lead to many trails of ashes.
And just as I remembered what I've left out,
is the ********* of what we named 'grown-ups',
their conservative talks that they shout,
shutting out imperfect ones that drowns in tubs.
Humanity? What loads of *******
naming beings that they refuse to acknowledge 'monster',
how ironic and may I say snobbish?
when beings of their own kind they will slaughter.
*Rejecting, exterminating, stigmatizing and resenting,
huh, monster, they say.*
Heading next to the well-known bully,
this cycle will never ever cease to exist,
cause for generations it will always sully,
this immature charade that'll seem to persist.
And you ask for me to be positive,
when I live in this world filled with negatives,
it's fine if you wanna be all judgemental,
cause I'll say you're obviously mental.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
She had talent, she had skills,
Always there a sucker for meat.
She would look on
In wild abandonment,
Every man thought he was
Jackpot,
Winner,
King
For as long as it did last, a woman
Of such beauty, not even money
Changed hands. She would hold it
Through cloth, up, down up, down
Till she felt it mature in the palm
Of her cold hand,
Her mouth was cold as ice on meat so warm,
Shocked,
Bewildered,
Ecstasy
As lips cold on warmth made it last,
"I'll drink you down"
"I'll drink you till there's nothing left"
Smiles erupted
Moans of ecstasy
Grew in volume as moments past.
"I'm getting"
"I'm getting"
"AAaghhhhh"
Pain seared though,
As grabbing hair in pain not pleasure now.
She looked up, saw the fear in his eyes,
"I told you I'd drink you"
**"I'll **** you dry"**
With that she bit in to the meat once more,
As life left this body,
She stood up,
"Was it good for you"
Mmm..
As she licked her lips,
How delightful these men
Are to let me eat upon their meat,
I'll drink everyone of them cold.
"She was a queen of suckers"
She knew where blood flowed fastest
When she was on her knees,
They would not resist just want more,
Feeble men, thinking with the wrong brain
But just more for me to **** off,*
So many to eat, as she licks her fangs,
"I'm full tonight"
"Tomorrow though"
Mmm...
English breakfast
Or
Left over nearly cold Chinese
Ill make that decision tomorrow,
I could be really greedy and eat both....
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
The first kid was a rat. Oh he was so crude and mean. He said:
"Make her eat that!" and pointed to dirt-drenched, ice cream.
The second kid was a sucker for shows. He laughed and such a stupid pose.
But girls have power too ya know.
Girls tend to be smart, and...oh no...
She scooped the food, tears down her eyes, bidding her last goodbyes. Up it went, leaving no traces....
Up to the sky! "Wham!" Into their faces. She laughed and ran on full speed. Jumped a bush and climbed a tree.
"She's like a squirrel!" The first boy yelled.
"Well get up there and push her down!"
The second boy was looking high.
The girl giggled and mocked "So boys do cry."
The second boy ran off, and chickened out.
The first boy said," I can get you no doubt!"
He hopped and hopped and grasped the first branch, then he swung and swung, but couldn't touch the next.
While he struggled so hard the girl, quietly climbed down.
He'd never figure, she was on the other side, on the ground.
She slowly tipped away and went on, back home.
The boys best learn their lessons, and leave this girl alone
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
You're sitting across a table, in the next room- and it's the month of July.
And as the beads of sweat chip off your forehead
like a shank of butcher's meat,
your dorcel fin peaks through the sand where my toes peak through. The picnic table where I write letters; post cards.
I take photos, make reservations, and
even after I'm canceled on for walking around
downtown in my bright neon-pink underwear, I still roll to the
left side of the bed sit up and drop the cigarette I fell asleep on. You're just sitting, first entry: Stardom.
I don't have room for you in the corners.
The corners of this room, padded walls,
shifty vaseline sway- the white cotton stick
of a sucker pointing out of your mouth, its red numero forty dye shines
in the specks of light flicking
out of the horizon like a carousel ride
around and around.
I'm getting a bit dizzy, and even less honest.
If you want to see me spring,
like the silly string on my birthday, yellow silly-putty; molding the monster face,
I observe you through a kaleidoscope of dexedrine and morphine.
Your catastrophe with Xanax, passed out
in alien-green ******* at that party in the abandoned firehouse
on News St., how you could lay trust on me after that
(a daydream with sawing you called me)
sixteen-year-old mishap of an afternoon.
&
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
she's a sucker for love,
and she can't get enough.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC