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Sometimes, I really wish I was numb again...
I wish I didn't feel so embarrassed of my emotions
and I wish I felt like it was okay to let them out.
I feel truly alone when I am in a puddle of my own pity and shame.
Dear Daddy,
Do you know what these men say to me?

With their
eyes and their mouths
when I walk on the street.

With a grin and a nod
and a look up and down.
A wink and a kiss
and a cat call heard from downtown.

With my skirt short
and my top
low,
It’s a cold world daddy
and no
doesn’t mean no.

Daddy do you know
how these men look at me?

Like I’m a piece of meat
strutting down the street?
With my head buds in
and my favorite song on.

I’m asking for it Daddy,
I’m in the wrong.

Do you know how it feels
not to wear what I like?

To walk a little faster
when I’m alone at night?

Daddy the world is my predator
and I am it's doe,
Daddy what happens
when I can’t say no?
last night
I lost the best friend
I ever had
I think this is a line from an old blues tune. I titled it Pine Top after a really cool blues piano player by the name of Pine Top Perkins
I want to work my vision
And make a story
A story of the crazy

For the crazy
To pass to the man
Who says he is sane

Trapping those who walk the borderline
With those of a mind to            or
With a mind not to

I commend my soul
To the vastness beyond
I beg of thee, bathe me, cleanse me

Take my talents and possessions
That I leave here on earth

Scatter them share them
To bear witness of fresh new birth

They will bury me
Under a star lit sky
Beside a sinless tree
scraping enough coin together
isn't a sought after chore
there's always a payment needed
to settle an invoice's score

the wage packet slim
ever stretched right out
no surplus bucks for
a good bandy about

being short of funds
that's the jingle to sing
a red ink cheque account
can't afford any bling

luxury items are but
a rich codger's domain
being well cashed up
with plenty of grain

money
has
us
under
the
veritable  
gun
a
lack
of
it
ain't
much
fun

the landlord has called
to collect the rent  
he'll get paid and it'll
leave a wallet dent
her orb's silver beams
shall regale the sky's dark realm
a moon new in phase
Sitting near the ledge, I listen.
Earthly sounds fill the silence that once anticipated
something more.
The coos of the bluebirds whisper a language unknown
to the weary, whilst i lay deep into my own mind.
Yearning for the echo of you, I listen, as silence
fills the air once more.
i hate you.
i hate that i care more deeply than you,
and miss more thoroughly.
i hate that you have substances.
i hate that substances make you tolerate a life without me.
i hate being away from you.
i hate that you don't even notice the time that passes when you're away.
i hate loving you,
Because i know it isn't the same for you.
i hate you.
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