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 Jul 2016 Tark Wain
Viseract
****!
The only real word that best describes this situation
Used as an insult, for example...
******* Woody, for making an amazing man
A far better mother-******* poet than you
Be removed from this site

**** your supporters
And I don't mean those who like his writes
I mean, they're okay
But **** all those who support his alternates
Big Bad Wilf and all that
R, and whatnot
**** them, you do not understand
The capacity of my frustration
That such trolls would exist
In a place as supposedly pure as this

An even bigger ****
Because I no longer have contact with him
Picking off my supporters huh?
Or just going, "**** it
Let's shoot down the real "problem" here"
******* Woody
There is a special pit in Hell
Reserved for your ilk

Just
******
******* woody, and I'll keep saying that until the day you stop this *******
*******
 Jul 2016 Tark Wain
mikev
I can see you through this heavenly body
Eternal static to me
is death and life to you
A spec of light
An ocean with depths completely untouched by human skin
My heart beats with anticipation
Sweat beading and tear falling
Hands shaking and thoughts racing
I'd tell you I'm sorry
I'd tell you I didn't know my strength
I'd beg for forgiveness for
exploiting your weaknesses
like a glass bottle broken into a children's sandpit, like a design so flawed
You lived with it.
I can't live with this.
 Jul 2016 Tark Wain
Kara Jean
To not try is giving into defeat

To try is an opening for possibilities
I'm making a goal to write a motivational quote a day for myself. While I do so I will be posting them here.
 Jul 2016 Tark Wain
mike
visionary
 Jul 2016 Tark Wain
mike
i build little statues of food
for unsuspecting art enthusiasts.
i paint the museums walls
with water and soap paint.
sponge brush.
receive small portrait of
numbers and amounts
autographed by curator.
i trade these for
life sized sculptures
of counterfeit counterfeit money.
i take these and trade them for
little statues of food.
i eat these as a statement.
it is all very conceptual.
I ran
Hard, fast
             away...
I ran until
breath was gone
Bending over
Head between legs
Sharp pain in my side
                                               still
I did not run enough
I cannot run
                       f   a     r
enough
He is still there
Inside my mind
                            I cannot escape him
black eyes
dark hair

His scent clings to me
So I run again
Maybe this time
This time I can
                               e  s  c  a  p  e
*him
Hard to escape what is in your mind...
Death's devastating
chaos - drowns all the petty
fights and last concerns.
 Jul 2016 Tark Wain
Speen Cough
I wonder if I ever cross your mind?
If you think of me between the long pauses?
Am I as much to you as you are to me,
Or am I alone in this endeavor?

I Think of you.
I pray for you.
You're who I'm chasing.

Do you see it?
Am I showing?

It drives me crazy
But in a good way.
Just thinking of you...
and the peace I find.

And in those moments in between,
That's what I live and die for.
Hoping you feel the same
T.K.
 Jul 2016 Tark Wain
David Coppola
All I see when I close my eyes
Is You.
All I hear in those dreams
Is Your laugh.
If I had to describe what an Angel's song is
It would definitely be Your laugh.
If I could I would tell You how I really feel
But right now
You said You aren't feeling the best
And You want some alone time
But I don't want You to feel alone
You might think You are alone in this world
Which seems so cold and bitter
But You are my sunshine
You make me happy
And I want You to know there is sunshine in this world
And You are definitely the Sun You outshine everything else
Nothing shines as bright as You
No vice that I can ever have will make me as happy
As happy as I am seeing You.
The way You care for animals
Is one of the greatest things I have ever seen
The way You call Your blind dog to lead her
Is one of the cutest things ever.
Seeing You cry
Is like being stabbed with a rusty razor blade
It's deep and it will stay with me.
Seeing Your eyes begin to get teary eyed hurts like being set on fire
Seeing You late at night in my attempts to go to sleep
even though they are dreams I will stay awake.
But I'd stay awake for twelve days and twelve nights
Just to spend one minute with You.
I'd write a million books to spend a minute with You.
I'd write poetry about my Love to You at 1:05 at night
I know You won't see this.
I know You might not feel the way I feel about you.
But for You I'd rather spend the rest of our lives as friends
Then try to date for a year and it doesn't work out and we sorta lose contact.
I Love You.
 Jun 2016 Tark Wain
Stu Harley
my
soul
leaped
from
the
highest cliff
into
a
ring of fire
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