Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#timesquare
Well look who’s here everybody!: It’s Nice Try Huncke (drink) It’s It seemed Like A Good Idea at the Time Huncke (drink) It’s I wasn’t anywhere near there Huncke (drink) It’s Yeah So What? Huncke (drink) It’s I didn’t do anything Huncke (drink) It’s You got the wrong cat Huncke (drink) It’s This belongs to me Huncke (drink) It’s I bought that downtown Huncke (drink) It’s I don’t know what your talking about Huncke (drink) It’s Really, You Don’t Say? Huh! Huncke (drink) It’s I’m not carrying nothing Huncke (drink) It’s I’m clean Huncke (drink) It’s I’ve been clean for a long time now Huncke (drink) It’s I wasn’t even uptown Huncke (drink) It’s I never use that stuff Huncke (drink) It’s That’s Stuff will **** ya Huncke (drink) It’s What I do? Huncke (drink) It’s Nah I don’t know him Huncke (drink) It’s You can’t keep me here on that Huncke (drink) It’s We were just talking Huncke (drink) It’s He disappeared? Really? Huncke (drink) It’s I’ll give you an An A for Effort for that There Huncke (drink) It’s That Just Might have Worked Huncke (drink) It’s There’s Nothing in my Pockets You Can Search Me Huncke (drink) It’s What are you talking about? Huncke (drink) It’s I don’t know him Huncke (drink) It’s I’m just a poet Huncke (drink) Can replace “drink” with “puff and pass” but no ****** you will die...
0
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
Inspired by Bravo Drinking Games and The One True Beat: 42nd Street Edition
Not loving yourself…. Is like… Having an art show in a dark room... Or the stars in the sky being masked by the billboard lights in Times Square…. A nice cup of hot chocolate to warm your soul…. In July….
0
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
learning
. . . not a word passes between you and I, dear city, when you open my eyes then veil them again. You like to surprise me and I like being led. Surround me with noise and lights: I really don't mind being blinded with beauty. As I silently step into your sad-skyscraper skeleton, you let me know that all these different humans -the ones you birth, mind you - tire you terribly. Sometimes, you even wish you could pop a sleeping pill, or maybe two or three (the secret being that you'd swallow the whole bottle if no one was looking). Don't even try to feign perfection. I caught you sleeping that one time: it was so beautiful I almost cried . . .
0
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
New York ~ la ville qui ne dort plus à cause des cauchemars