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If your chances
look slim,
get fat
simple
as
that.
Drop your Grudge Rants
by the door
We Will Not Tolarate
This Anymore

Edit and toss Distasteful Rhymes
Ugly Poems with Vain designs

Haughty thoughts and
bitter words
Childish petty accusing verbs

Who did What to Who and When
Will this Clusterfuck never end?

Selfish actions, Spoiled Children
We Refuse to be your Minions

Like CNN
And Drone Fox news

We've had enough of
Self Serving views

Hurting hearts, far and wide
tender Poets with
tenuous pride

Yet, Strutting and Indignant
for who I ask?
All those involved,
A Donkeys ***

Not a home for
Egotistical Zealots
Nor a place for
flinging pellets

We come in Peace, HP to share
Not get caught in ugly snares

And to the few that
have the gaul.

"If you have nothing decent to say,
say nothing at all"

YOU CHOOSE TO USE
HP THIS WAY.
GO AWAY. FIND SOME
WHERE ELSE TO PLAY.

●HELLO●HELLO●HELLO●**
                

Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
☆ YES, I AM YELLING ☆
Many of us feel so cheated when we
have a moment to come onto HP
and our time is wasted by ugly
degrading Rant Writes
against other Poets.
SERIOUSLY. . Come on.. REALLY???????
 Jan 2016 Thescientist
Sethnicity
His Reality Teardrops Ripples Into Puddles of my  Childhood Heros.
It actually hurts more than I thought it could, would,.... probably should.
 Jan 2016 Thescientist
Sam Temple
vanishing memories
blend and meld
swirl and join
cornucopia
hodgepodge
abstract ideas
in hues of pastel
dance –
I look in the mirror and I don't like what I see. My hair doesn't suit me and these clothes fit right. I fuss with my hair and would just cut it all off. I am not sure about shoes or make up. All of this fuss, I could just wear sweats, but then someone would think I am on my cycle. What does it take to determine who I am? What do I have to do to just be me? I am told to look like this and then to look like that. One direction says be a lady another says I can rough it. I am so tired of trying to decide who I am today, I just want someone to tell me how to be myself.
Try then fail, then try once again. Repeat and alter just slightly from the first time. Become frustrated then break through the problem. Solve one puzzle and discover another. Go back to the beginning, then return to the middle, before deciding that the end is actually the beginning after all. Such is the path of discovery, such is the way of life. Mistakes and reversals, trial and error. This is what makes discovery a journey unto itself.
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