#wallet
Is it worth it,
To pay straight from your wallet,
To a computer screen?
Yet not feeling,
The weight leave your pocket,
Getting a moment to think, is this worth it?
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
inside are my hopes and dreams and a photo of you.
i count my cash against the bills i have to pay for this month.
it seems that i cannot go to you if there is yet another oil price hike.
i know you will understand, the desire to see you when my wallet bleeds dry.
as a salary man, i dare love you from a far distance,
well-knowing inflation is highly segmenting lives.
everyday, i am wearing my heart even bigger on my sleeves,
because i love you today and there is not slowing it down.
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 9:52 AM UTC
By the window she wavers,
elegance and grace
unfolding from the movements of her gloved hands.
Animated red lips
move with skill
as she tells a tale
that would make sailors blush.
Eye's flashing and dashing
like the lighthouse
in the middle of a storm.
A whirlwind of blonde hair
who had fought with the wind
sits awry on her head.
I watch as her story unravels,
and the air around her buzzes
with her electric voice.
I make the mistake
of escaping with her wallet,
and am left to wonder,
how her story ends.
Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 12:21 PM UTC
_Subway skip jive,
Off and on,
Up and over,
Been and gone.
Mind your wallet,
Watch your step,
Take your seat,
Turn right, lean left.
Token trav’lers,
Quick, quick, slow,
We’re underground,
And on the go._
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 8:15 PM UTC
pledges to purchase
intent on acquisition
baby-grow wishful thinking
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
they put money beside hearts
they found that it hard to be stolen
they found it hard to move or run
fear of making it fallen
they put money at their backs
the thief likes that
the women put at handbag
motorcycle raps that
they put money on small wallet
the thief found it in his hand
the visa is found
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC
wallet watch testicles spectacles
cash cell phone (yes the inshallah one)
bottle of water hairbrush with remaining vanity attached,
personal technology baggie (earbuds, variety of charging cords etc.)
loose change in order to drop & annoy yourself
sunglasses! and something else...mmm
pocket tissues!
skin and bone, all flavors and multilayers,
a language of music only you hear,
the pumping station internal,
the antacid pills after that burrito;
and that strangely named thang called
libido? (lipidio?)
your teeth your smile, your shyest guile,
to catch that lady’s hopefully reciprocated pearly whites delight,
pen and pad to record being a sad and mad good lad,
a swiss army knife if the feeling tube should breakdown,
your tiny little bottles of inspiration perspiration and perspective,
oops, unlabeled?
uh oh
the list to do and the
list to add to the to do list
and good heavens,
a serious writing utensil
for serious thoughts
and the last but should be first,
the house keys!!
to do it all again tomorrow
**** forgetting something!
oh yeah!
a kiss upon thy cheek before you go...
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
Spending it to make it?
Now that’s money
Consumable and hoardable
folly’s quest yet necessary evil
How much is enough?
Too little?
Too great?
Does anyone deserve it
can you earn it and be happy
or is it all together absurd?
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
wishful thinking
keeps me drinking
the cherry wine that costs less than
the wallet i now keep in my front pocket
ever since it was stolen,
fool me once.
i palm my eyes
and rub my craning neck.
sore from keeping watch.
blessed to be cursed i feel at times
as its so hard to write with no perspective.
and if i keep these words in they might **** me some day.
what an honor to be king for a night.
all ive ever yearned,
to see his sword pierce my belly
at rest, at peace.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
She was easy on the eyes
mesmerised
by her allure.
Momentarily we touched
delicately.
Stealing my heart
as well as my wallet.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
Wallet not exist
Night until late. I wake up.
Everything: regret.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
Who is a man?
Man is?
A man is a beautiful part of God's creation
A man carries cash. A man looks out for those around him — woman, friend, stranger
A man is wallet
A man is effort
A man is good at his job
A man owns up
A man looks out for children. Makes them stand behind him.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC
Candle lit room
Illuminated by moon light
A faint smile from the unknown lady of the night
*I found her wandering in the boulevard
She's smiling for a person with unsatisfied carnal desires*
She undresses and starts spreading sheets above us
Faint scent of her hair
A beauty, no doubt
*I listened to her stories with a lit cigarette
How she used to be an honor student*
She undresses me and kisses me
She knows where to lead her mouth and hands
She moves- making me quiver with her damp thighs
*I will never know your name.
Only the shared cigarette and your story*
She slides it in- Moaning, scraping, pulling, tugging.
I lost myself in ecstasy falling in my vivid dreams in the hedonist dimension of the universe.
*She grabbed my wallet and ran.
She opened it; and saw a picture of herself in my arms as a toddler.*
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
You, with your supple and brown leather
I, with my gaze fixed on my father’s pocket
You, peeking out from its corner like a
Child playing hide and seek in a desolate ally
I, like the kidnapper, keeping an eye on your
Fragile movements, waiting for you to stumble
Into a dark corner and into my sinister embrace
So that I could get my ransom inside you, the
Little green strips of paper you contained
Toys, chocolates and kites my father wouldn’t get me.
You, with your expensive sheen, attracting me
To yourself like a gold ring attracting an eagle
Only to disappear as soon as my father left
For work and you, containing an enigmatic exchange
For little candies the definition of bliss to six year old me.
I, with my naïve mind thinking why I would get less
Candies and goodies when you would be frail
And devoid of those thin green leaves.
You, in the possession of my elder brother now
I, eight year old me, wondering if your gauntness
Made my father a dear departed.
You, I didn’t unravel the enigma of your long
Green leaves until I was thirteen and you
Resided in the back pocket of the Khaki trousers
My brother used to wear,
Now Tattered just like your old unkempt skin.
Dear Old Wallet, my dead father’s wallet
I liked you better when you were fat and fit,
Supple and shiny, brimming with coins and green leaves.
And when I was unaware, little and innocent thinking
You were a miracle for I only wanted toys back then
only to realize I need a lot more
For I am now cold, fatherless and bankrupt
But you are empty and thin, just like my
Dying mother.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
Love is like a wallet,
When empty it has no value,
When full it holds everything you need.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 4:55 PM UTC
floyd and the skinny kid skate round
me like vultures looking for table scraps
today im all about just keeping the head above water
try all night to sleep but just climb walls in my head
my kryptonite came round again and she was full of smiles
even tho i could feel things crawling round neath that pretty face
couldn't help myself just ended up humpin leg
while she just laughed counting bills outa my wallet
just really skull **** myself over and over
like to trade my life in for a simpler one
distill the hours down to thouse moments
when i escape the circus of my own thinkin
when i can sit and soak up some sun on the beach
without all the headnoise crowding out my goodtime
floyd and the skinny kid circle round me
but i got no use for virtual vampires
and they just manage to annoy
i got prettier things on my mind
hoping to distract
just hoping to distract
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC