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 Mar 2013 Tori G
Harry J Baxter
people seem to forget
that for every "good" person
there is an equal "bad" guy
just like night to day
yet nobody thanks the sinners
they go on,
knowingly corrupted
self sacrificed souls
they challenge the good
to step up and hold them in place
the universe runs off of balance
so for every brilliant man
who killed without heavy heart
who stole, begged, pillaged, lied
I offer up a thousand thank yous
because if it wasn't for you
Jesus would have just been a carpenter
so keep on sinning
and keep on losing
 Mar 2013 Tori G
FrannyFoo
Belle
 Mar 2013 Tori G
FrannyFoo
I hate the sound of your voice.
Telling me what to do,
where to go, who to see.

So early in the the morning.
I have to summon all of my strength
To obey your word.

So shrill and rude.
Never saying please, not once
I always listen, always care.

Take heed, someday I won't listen
Someday your lamentation will be heard down the hall
And I will sit alone
Not giving a ****.

Cause you never thought to ask kindly
And I never defied your will.
 Mar 2013 Tori G
FrannyFoo
Storm
 Mar 2013 Tori G
FrannyFoo
It never stopped,
Never halted.
Never ceased to amaze.
The beauty of this rain,
And the strength.
With which it crushed
the breath of many.
Choked
Suffocated
Broke
 Mar 2013 Tori G
FrannyFoo
"I miss you more than ever"
"I miss you too"

Only wanting to say "I love you"
over and over again until he believes
that he is the only one.

But I won't.
more meaningless thoughts about my red.
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Jerry
Outer beauty is about 33% of the total package.
Unfortunately, it is the first thing people notice.
An obvious statement by me, a man.

From my perspective; maybe not so unique.
A woman's physical "perfection" may not be as desirable as one might imagine.
Physical Perfection can be intimidating, by men & women.
Physical Perfection can be resented, even though admired.
Physical Perfection can also attract some "unwanted" attention.
Physical Perfection can bring on mental frustration,
while dealing with the perverted assortment of attention.

Having said so, I am curious to know the personality of a physically perfect girl.
As, I can not get close enough to say anything more than Hi as we pass in the mall.
But, my physical self can not keep her attention, even for a minute.

The competition for her attention would be too great.
My cautious and shy personality would be left behind.
She would be whisked away from me.
Most likely by a younger more physically perfect guy.

I would prefer, the girl next door type.
She looks cute and is quite nice.
When she does her magic. She transforms into a very pretty and even **** girl.
Even with glasses and slightly crooked teeth.

Her most endearing qualities though is not physical perfection.
Rather, her beaming smile, sparkling eyes, self-confidence
outgoing personality and...
her get it done attitude.
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Melissa L
It wrapped itself around me when the lights went out
And took my form, all my shapes
The way you did

It protected me from any monsters below
And made everything safe and sound
The way you did

It kept me warm when the cold air got me
It listened to my screams of angst
It caught me when I fell down
And never failed to abide this calling

Just the way you did

When you were away
I lay my tired body on half the bed
Going through this whole cycle
Wondering if you too were being
Warmed,
Guarded,
Comforted.

This down feather blanket isn't you
It is a new friend
My friend
No one else's

The way you said
You were no one else's
 Mar 2013 Tori G
August
Monarch
 Mar 2013 Tori G
August
A shadow on the wall since the beginning of time
Doesn't like writing poems composed of rhyme
And while she likes to pretend she's real
She can't explain why she doesn't feel
But it's okay, because a day passes
She likes watching the masses
She doesn't need a savior or a soul
She doesn't need love or a home
A nest built inside the rib cage
To nest a pile of burning sage
Smoke billowing out of her mouth
An elephant choking her by it's snout
Eyes hollowed out by butterflies
And empty mouth filled with empty cries
 Mar 2013 Tori G
August
Leather bound book called "Soliloquy"
With a red, beating center
Embossed green leather stamped with leaves
A novel without any beginning, no end,
My pages turned over , worn at the edges
But never actually really read
A stranger with cool fingers
Runs his hand down my spine
Sending shivers
Making my words inside me quiver
He is light
With dark rimmed eyes
Taking me right
Towards his location
I'm gravitating
But I'm not map
And I've never been good at navigating
I'm loosing him as he,
He glances,
But he puts me back
His dark stature and old eyes now uninterested
I'm panicking
I'm becoming frantic
You are fading
Like my ink
Stay! We have something in common!
I feel my edges yearn for him
Dog ear me to your heart's desire!
I'll let you bleach me sunny!
He's walking away,
Please!
Let you stay...
And mend my paper
He's gone
And I settle back down
On my wooden shelf
I breathe in the disturbed dust
Sit in the still air
These chance occurrences
Leave the possibility
Of one day being really read
The shelf life is the hell life
© Amara Pendergraft 2013

My deepest apologies for the lengthiness of this.
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Mia
Feel so lost
Like maybe am in a wrong place
Or just teleported to the time
When i least want to be alive.
Everything hurts
From my aching bones to my heart
Weary love worn heart
In trying to love all i did was hurt you
I shouldn't have taken a gamble
With you as the stake.
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