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"chucks" poems
I'm not fooled, though you've my attention time you were schooled given detention you're dropping each line... fumbling each word but that's fine you're running scared-- give it up hand back the crown cause queenie this jester put you DOWN chucks my boy I've got his back you've been derailed =========== you're way off track here's a tissue wipe your eyes cause these words like Embers never Dies
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
Gangsta Rappers Rapped
I like girls that wear Band shirts Low top chucks And skinny jeans That's turns me on. Long talks about nothing ***** talks With a touch of love And I like to say I'll be a record you can play all day
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
What I like
i would take the first train back to the 90's, when my lungs were nicotine-free and there was always something worthy on TV. i would wear my chucks in bed, and have cereals for dinner. i would not have heard of **** i would have used the internet to find the exact words to the songs on Nevermind, because cassette inlays haven't got enough space for Kurt's lyrics. and if i were you, i wouldn't call this a poem. -khai
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
"Spasms"
three sets of withered, wrinkly hands with chipped tired pale-pink nailpolish flutter in the air, describing. three froofy perms one browny-gray one white one salt and pepper bob jutting forward, one wobbles a little. Grandma wears a green-foam party hat with a thin, white elastic band that runs under her wrinkled chin it sits atop her fuzzy perm comically... she smiles at me. "Ah! my cappuccino! you remembered i like it, didn't you?" she chucks her great-granddaughter under the chin, grins "oohh! look at these gardening gloves! Cidi! look at these gloves! i like the green ones." she hands them to her white-haired sister aunt cidi told me this year she is ninety-one oh, and the gloves were really blue. aunt cidi misses uncle harland he was buried three or four years ago in his uniform i remember sitting next to him at awkward family reunions eating hotdogs i never saw so much mustard in my life he could never hear me when i tried to talk to him but he smiled anyway. the talk turns serious suddenly over our black coffee crossed legs sweaters and chocolate cake grandma turns grim in her lime-green party hat "did you end up killing that trumpet vine in your yard, Jeanie?" aunt jeanie's head wobbles a bit she squints wrinkles her nose "i TRIED to!" she scowls. schemes of ****** plotted by three chunky-earringed sweet old ladies who are a little late for the 1940's but never too late for a handsome soldier "we're older..." says aunt jeanie "but not THAT old!" they all giggle.
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May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
how to ****** a trumpet vine.
three sets of withered, wrinkly hands with chipped tired pale-pink nailpolish flutter in the air, describing. three froofy perms one browny-gray one white one salt and pepper bob jutting forward, one wobbles a little. Grandma wears a green-foam party hat with a thin, white elastic band that runs under her wrinkled chin it sits atop her fuzzy perm comically... she smiles at me. "Ah! my cappuccino! you remembered i like it, didn't you?" she chucks her great-granddaughter under the chin, grins "oohh! look at these gardening gloves! Cidi! look at these gloves! i like the green ones." she hands them to her white-haired sister aunt cidi told me this year she is ninety-one oh, and the gloves were really blue. aunt cidi misses uncle harland he was buried three or four years ago in his uniform i remember sitting next to him at awkward family reunions eating hotdogs i never saw so much mustard in my life he could never hear me when i tried to talk to him but he smiled anyway. the talk turns serious suddenly over our black coffee crossed legs sweaters and chocolate cake grandma turns grim in her lime-green party hat "did you end up killing that trumpet vine in your yard, Jeanie?" aunt jeanie's head wobbles a bit she squints wrinkles her nose "i TRIED to!" she scowls. schemes of ****** plotted by three chunky-earringed sweet old ladies who are a little late for the 1940's but never too late for a handsome soldier "we're older..." says aunt jeanie "but not THAT old!" they all giggle.
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Into the peachy clouds A strawberry sunset spreads some light We track across the chili fields And climb aboard the gravy night A chocolate pond reflects a moon Tall hedges show the way A startled pheasant chucks alarm A pigeon ***** and flies away An unseen owl shrieks hello Foxes cough their husky bark The dapper badger stirs below The night shift claims the dark The ploughman works on through the night Engine roaring, blazing lights In his power-walking leviathan Guided by the satellites On we go, the village near We'll find a welcome there An inglenook, a glowing hearth A pint of hoppy beer.
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Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 3:11 PM UTC
England
This morning i watched Jeremy kyle! Another father in a useless denile! Another ***** with the width of a bar stool, Chucks another father in with the disgusting gene pool. Miserable forlorn Cattle going to slaughter, Have more class than your abhorent daughter! The pity i feel for that wretched child, Thats bought up in a system that's been defiled. The onlookers cheer as another ****** makes a jest. About the poor man shes been using is clothed in some ill fitting vest. Well done contestant three, You have proved to us the ***** you can be! Now please take your rapid leave, Before we call your **** or boyfriend Steve. That you've been sleeping with your cousin, And no doubt have his bun in your oven!
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Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 5:34 PM UTC
Jeremy kyle
To the future I don't know Toast to the stars. It's written in our destiny Whether we know it or not It can be predicted But there are exploding stars Making you unprepared for the unexpected Anything goes, but for you I know it won't The universe listens and feeds us What we desire and don't Your energy fills the galaxy Therefore it gives back, of course with time So just give yourself away Its so much harder to fight than to let go Slow down and that shove will be a light push Don't force it, it will happen. To the past we once knew Tilt my glass to the homies who ain't make it through A rose was planted for you To my surprise it grew. Underneath all that concrete Those roots, yeah, they run deep To the haters who wanted sleep Shut up, I don't want to hear ish, not a peep This is my time, and all of it I intend to keep My energy has traveled the universe In these red chucks, I mean converse Just for me to end back with you Giving myself to you, feeling myself inside you. No, it wasn't forced **** I don't even know the source But now I'm trying to figure out what course To take Should I give myself away Or fight it, like Rocky No I'm not trying to be cocky But I know you want me. When we kiss, starz explode But my destiny is trying to unfold Its not my intentions to be a **** This life is just nothing we can predict Whatever happens, happens is the verdict!
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
Past lovers, future strangers
The innocent pig! Slaughtered in the blood stained room. The man stands over the corpse and laughs. Slowly he peels the skin off the pig, scolding the dead for pig her small imperfections. For some game, that needs fresh skin. The surface of her body and soul, in a grey factory fit over a mold by a person who has delt with tens of thousands of innocent pigs and can only see the skin.   A conveyor belt takes thousands of animals, whose only fault was being too heavy, into a drying room. The pigs not animals but objects now, slaughtered for entertainment. The “vegetarian” football player takes the skin of the poor mama pig and chucks it to his friend. The misguided soul! Taught tediously to truly think that the typical time of the gentle piglet far better spent dead than to live a hellish life, nor will this soul know the pig is both dead and lived a hellish life. A hole in the pigs skin and hollow air rushes free. Punted away into the woods. Again and again. The game starts. The chubby guys line up and smell each others breath, both sides scream like monsters and charge at each other, they don’t punch each other, so it’s civilized. The skinny guys also line up next to each other, trying to outrun the other guy, yeah I say guy because society is sexist but moving on, so they try to outrun each other, one guy in an attempt to not allow the person to catch the thin layer of pig skin. The guy running forward tries to get the quarterback (basically the star of the team the guy with dreamy hair and a nice body who is either a cool guy or a **** to toss him the hollowed out pig skin, so can run and look cool until another “light” 180 pound guy tackles him to the ground. The stands, all criminson red, go wild, Fist bumping, jumping up and down, beer drowning the floor, at the sight of the guy with the dreamy body tossing the misshaped ball, to the guy who just hand the wind smashed out of him. Yes this is all football.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
Untitled
The innocent pig! Slaughtered in the blood stained room. The man stands over the corpse and laughs. Slowly he peels the skin off the pig, scolding the dead for pig her small imperfections. For some game, that needs fresh skin. The surface of her body and soul, in a grey factory fit over a mold by a person who has delt with tens of thousands of innocent pigs and can only see the skin.   A conveyor belt takes thousands of animals, whose only fault was being too heavy, into a drying room. The pigs not animals but objects now, slaughtered for entertainment. The “vegetarian” football player takes the skin of the poor mama pig and chucks it to his friend. The misguided soul! Taught tediously to truly think that the typical time of the gentle piglet far better spent dead than to live a hellish life, nor will this soul know the pig is both dead and lived a hellish life. A hole in the pigs skin and hollow air rushes free. Punted away into the woods. Again and again. The game starts. The chubby guys line up and smell each others breath, both sides scream like monsters and charge at each other, they don’t punch each other, so it’s civilized. The skinny guys also line up next to each other, trying to outrun the other guy, yeah I say guy because society is sexist but moving on, so they try to outrun each other, one guy in an attempt to not allow the person to catch the thin layer of pig skin. The guy running forward tries to get the quarterback (basically the star of the team the guy with dreamy hair and a nice body who is either a cool guy or a **** to toss him the hollowed out pig skin, so can run and look cool until another “light” 180 pound guy tackles him to the ground. The stands, all criminson red, go wild, Fist bumping, jumping up and down, beer drowning the floor, at the sight of the guy with the dreamy body tossing the misshaped ball, to the guy who just hand the wind smashed out of him. Yes this is all football.
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you ask me what it's like to be black and i'll tell you it's a warm soulful fulfilling feeling like a pair of new Chucks on the hot pavement jumping scotch on a busy summer day eating cool iced pops and not ever being afraid and smelling the warm carmel cake cooling on the stove and the togetherness on a Sunday evening in grandmama's home but you ask me what it's like to be black in america and i'll fall silent of conversation because as you see history repeats itself i don't understand why there is still need for explanation in deep adversaries and hateful unappreciation here we stand to be questioned by an authoritative negation and ignorant folk, why do you ask me such things? why are you people mad? why is it about race? and i'll ask you, why does the caged bird sing? is he not entitled to his song or his wings? as green as the earth and as blue as the sky i will only explain to an ear willing to listen to a being with a sound heart and a firm mind because as God as my witness we were created as equal and for that given right we must die? i will sit back and in turn ask you why; i bet you couldn't say and maybe we will all learn the answer some day so join me in prayer will you? join me as i pray: *to the children of Chicago who can't go out to play to the sons and fathers of Missouri and Florida and New York who will never again see the light of day to the mother's pain that may fade but won't ever go away to the hateful people and their hateful words and their hateful ways God won't You heal their pain?* they're so hard on us, Lord now we're hard on ourselves and on our knees we have fallen needing guidance and help because it isn't about being privilged or living for the light we're consumed in being black in america is no longer about being accepted as black it's about being accepted as human.
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Black in america
you ask me what it's like to be black and i'll tell you it's a warm soulful fulfilling feeling like a pair of new Chucks on the hot pavement jumping scotch on a busy summer day eating cool iced pops and not ever being afraid and smelling the warm carmel cake cooling on the stove and the togetherness on a Sunday evening in grandmama's home but you ask me what it's like to be black in america and i'll fall silent of conversation because as you see history repeats itself i don't understand why there is still need for explanation in deep adversaries and hateful unappreciation here we stand to be questioned by an authoritative negation and ignorant folk, why do you ask me such things? why are you people mad? why is it about race? and i'll ask you, why does the caged bird sing? is he not entitled to his song or his wings? as green as the earth and as blue as the sky i will only explain to an ear willing to listen to a being with a sound heart and a firm mind because as God as my witness we were created as equal and for that given right we must die? i will sit back and in turn ask you why; i bet you couldn't say and maybe we will all learn the answer some day so join me in prayer will you? join me as i pray: *to the children of Chicago who can't go out to play to the sons and fathers of Missouri and Florida and New York who will never again see the light of day to the mother's pain that may fade but won't ever go away to the hateful people and their hateful words and their hateful ways God won't You heal their pain?* they're so hard on us, Lord now we're hard on ourselves and on our knees we have fallen needing guidance and help because it isn't about being privilged or living for the light we're consumed in being black in america is no longer about being accepted as black it's about being accepted as human.
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[Hook: Ester Dean] Voices in the air I hear them loud and clear Telling me to listen Whispers in my ear Nothing can compare I just wanna listen [Verse 1: MGK] As my, world turns The heart beats Not only in my chest But the heart in these streets So when they feel this, they feel me But I can't feel nothin', outside these dre beats I am from the city of evil, came from the bottom Standing on top of what was supposed to be my coffin, whats up? Inception shows me as a dead man walkin', but reflections shows this kid's still got it Let it be known I got the throne like I don't know that there's a king Never grew up around a family because I'm not a human being And anyone under my level that’s coming at my spot for the top Let them have it, cause when I leave, the whole world drops Lace up Kells [Hook] I hear voices in the air I hear em’ loud and clear Telling me to listen Whispers in my ear Nothing can compare I just want to listen Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh I am [Verse 2] Waking up sweatin from the stress of being caged down Everything I write is played out like what is this ? Tear the whole page out Man I come from holes in the wall but they don’t know the path Even if I told them it all, they wouldn't know the half So maybe I fill up my luggage with all of these dreams and put on my black coat and my black chucks and nothing in my jeans And just run, till the day comes like Rocky’s movie scene And I’m on top of the world, look up and scream like this is me, this is Kells Crucified by the public without the nails Do or die in my city but clearly I never failed Lost myself in the game when I found myself in a cell Then I found myself in the fame when I lost myself in the pills And you cannot mess with me still , seen them boys and they winnin Underdogs of the year Cleveland boys in the buildin' What the **** is a ceiling I’m taking this to the top, and when I leave the whole world drops Lace Up Kells [Hook] I hear voices in the air I hear em’ loud and clear Telling me to listen Whispers in my ear nothing can compare I just want to listen Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh I am…..
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
Invincible
[Hook: Ester Dean] Voices in the air I hear them loud and clear Telling me to listen Whispers in my ear Nothing can compare I just wanna listen [Verse 1: MGK] As my, world turns The heart beats Not only in my chest But the heart in these streets So when they feel this, they feel me But I can't feel nothin', outside these dre beats I am from the city of evil, came from the bottom Standing on top of what was supposed to be my coffin, whats up? Inception shows me as a dead man walkin', but reflections shows this kid's still got it Let it be known I got the throne like I don't know that there's a king Never grew up around a family because I'm not a human being And anyone under my level that’s coming at my spot for the top Let them have it, cause when I leave, the whole world drops Lace up Kells [Hook] I hear voices in the air I hear em’ loud and clear Telling me to listen Whispers in my ear Nothing can compare I just want to listen Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh I am [Verse 2] Waking up sweatin from the stress of being caged down Everything I write is played out like what is this ? Tear the whole page out Man I come from holes in the wall but they don’t know the path Even if I told them it all, they wouldn't know the half So maybe I fill up my luggage with all of these dreams and put on my black coat and my black chucks and nothing in my jeans And just run, till the day comes like Rocky’s movie scene And I’m on top of the world, look up and scream like this is me, this is Kells Crucified by the public without the nails Do or die in my city but clearly I never failed Lost myself in the game when I found myself in a cell Then I found myself in the fame when I lost myself in the pills And you cannot mess with me still , seen them boys and they winnin Underdogs of the year Cleveland boys in the buildin' What the **** is a ceiling I’m taking this to the top, and when I leave the whole world drops Lace Up Kells [Hook] I hear voices in the air I hear em’ loud and clear Telling me to listen Whispers in my ear nothing can compare I just want to listen Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh I am…..
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I feel like a freak by choice But in a good way lead with no voice I'm different from everyone I'm the short friend with a massive heart My piercings make me unique I'm random but like to laugh and smile I rock chucks attitude of punk Wear glasses to read stimulate my mind Not like the rest I take pride on myself Being me is my greatest protest Writing is my way of expression Not into drinking intoxicated by my music Fight to be me fight not to lose In my own freak world It's the place that makes me happy
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Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 4:33 AM UTC
Freak
So the other day I put on my big, black hat and hobbled down town (Yep, hobbled as I fell stupidly playing in the yard pretending as though I was a kid and tore a ligament) I donned my black chucks and I was hot **** again for a while I threw on that big fur coat my grams left me And a few of her gaudy jewels Anyhow, I went down to "L" street and sat on that bench again The one in that make shift "park" where they lined up a bunch of big rocks and called it good I sat and looked at that giant lady painted on the side of that falling down brick building for more than a bit "L" street, The bad part of town where you can get anything Not named L street because it's L shaped, but because of a pill that apparently makes you Tripp I guess you can or could get them there, the L pills I mean So I sat there thinking and being mad Staring at that giant, painted, brown woman She advertises tobacco from 80 years ago and she's almost gone Flaking and peeling, Pieces of her lost to the wind, and to time itself She smiles And she's beautiful And I hate her But since I was 15, She draws me to her That Tobacco Lady, with her smile, and red dress and feathered hair She always smiles When it rains, she smiles When it snows, she smiles Hell, when half the ******* town burned That ***** smiled I cry, she smiles.... That Tobacco Lady
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
That Tobacco Lady
Black gravel and slime soaked in sallow streetlight Rap music wedges through the crack in a broken hinge The dishwasher in the kitchen swears and drops a hot pan A rich man in a rich car cruises by, smothering my darkness in headlights highlighting the grime on the toes of my Chucks My break is up But I will just stay here, toss my cigarette stub in the greasy pepper can and have another smoke
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
Jalapeno Cans
I like thick frame the trend was mine 1st All my friends **** my style I've alway worn chucks Kept warm with my Dickie jacket My glasses was one of my features Natural to my face the biggest smile on my face I've always made my mark Things go well see the spark Glasses hide my wild ****** expressions Quick to react but not holding back I've been seen as a geek and nerd Doesn't what you've heard Not a freak I know what I like and want
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
Glasses
I used to carry two buckets It was easy, each swing weightless I filled them with thoughts of the day and put them on the shelf at night People began to fill them with their favorite things At first I liked the kick knacks Bibles, shards of scrapping paper, handicap stickers, elephants and stars, kids menus, empty party bottles, movie reels and a wadded up half finished confession on the back of a napkin. The weight began to grow I enjoyed it, the build of muscle, the struggle of hard work. I could feel the sweat on the sides of my forehead and I was proud. These buckets were a sign of success they were my trophies and I polished them every night the sweat began to pour into my buckets I hated the sloppy stains left behind, legs bored with the gain no longer willing to put in the time my buckets. my little spits of treasure I wanted to tip them over the bridge like a butcher chucks his slimed waste into the dump I let things go Into the river. let the buckets settle into the slush at the bottom of a cool drink. If I want to hold something, I'll use my hands and if over my palm all things drop- I'll know I'm only human
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Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC
Pretty Pails
Slam me down Into my rusted out chucks Smack smack smack The pavement While you roll on bones Mines are bruised baby I can't keep up , And we both know you ain't gonna wait . Dragging my leash behind you Snarling at the side of the coin You chose to be today . Claw my face with the icicles That shatter from your eyes Stars falling into the ocean Killed all the fish Leaving the ache for days .™
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
Stereo Type
I don't know where to start... I feel plane infinite points traced around my brain. Many ticks ***** injustice migraines Right now I wanna vent on hot air blimps self proclaimed pimps till my tongue twists limp or turn a loaded gun on immature mutual funds my grain is rough and I've grown bitter an tough my mind metal is scuffed I Dizzied my Gills be cheeks blowin up guts what happened to the wonderful world musta been the Tea.. now I'm Ralphing up Chucks high society in memory it used to be where I wanted to be Visa Via English living was the life for me guess I'd traded up for some Hot **** reaL-It-Tea I think I've had enough guess I stuffed and over fluffed had too much empty v (MTV) sipping on that 4 twin Tea Now I gotta V! I vibrate so viciously I violate all variations of conform Ahh!, Tea Been too long slipping on and spilt ma Chi
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
Excerpt from "Too Long Tea"
Strap on your chucks, Go work on a swagger, Build your castles big, The skies have never looked better, Aren't you infectious? It ***** 'cause it matters Have you affections? You ****** where it matters.. And i twist..and i turn... when you're all soundly asleep... And i twist..and i turn... For i have... Been waiting for a letdown the size of my hope, Been aching for that perfect antidote, Been shutting up my thoughts 'cause i gotta stop.... Writing you a song.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC
make scrupulous your disco
A flickering Flame Dances peacefully Carving her delicate path Through the walls of trees. Scorching the grass 'Til it's black as night. Destroying all that the Earth lays out before her. For the mission of Fire Is but to destroy Earth. Her dance starts out A peacefully slow waltz. Structured, measured, predictable. The Wind, the orchestra For her ballet The gentle voices Singing and guiding The rhythmic steps She dances so expertly. A crescendo and the tempo increases The Wind swirling around her now. Her steps quickening A moderate tango now. Underbrush laid bare Charred, broken, smoldering. The Earth's children begin To sense the danger. More real now with the tango Than before Another gust of Wind The horns fire up The percussion section Kicks it into a higher gear Fire begins to steps faster Twirling, spinning A quick, heart-pounding salsa now. Trees fall before she even Reaches them Their great limbs kneeling Before the power they All know she possesses Crackling, roaring, through the lands She dances Methodically destroying the Earth Her nemesis And then The orchestra of her brother, the Wind STOPS * * * * * * * * * * * * She pauses to see why A mighty waterfall Cascades gracefully Into a shining, shimmering pool Hundreds of feet below Fire's steps slow To a slow, weaving pattern A more primal, tribal sway She dances along the shores Gazing upon the beauty Of the ne'er-before-seen wonder The spray from the gracefully falling water Begins to gently caress The Fire's reaching, grasping fingertips. Fire's heart is cooled, calmed, soothed. Her sway becomes even slower As the calm overtakes her. The orchestra begins again softly, A gentle piano melody, Accompanied by a soft harmony Of violin and harp. The new song is soft A gentle lullaby As Fire forgets her mission, Enticed and lured to complete Submission at the Water's edge. She dances calmly for her Mistress, Leaving for a moment Her nemesis Earth. The cascading falls Wind their way through the pool And continue along their path, Carving out greater chucks of Earth Than Fire ever dared imagine Was possible.
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Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
Strong?
A flickering Flame Dances peacefully Carving her delicate path Through the walls of trees. Scorching the grass 'Til it's black as night. Destroying all that the Earth lays out before her. For the mission of Fire Is but to destroy Earth. Her dance starts out A peacefully slow waltz. Structured, measured, predictable. The Wind, the orchestra For her ballet The gentle voices Singing and guiding The rhythmic steps She dances so expertly. A crescendo and the tempo increases The Wind swirling around her now. Her steps quickening A moderate tango now. Underbrush laid bare Charred, broken, smoldering. The Earth's children begin To sense the danger. More real now with the tango Than before Another gust of Wind The horns fire up The percussion section Kicks it into a higher gear Fire begins to steps faster Twirling, spinning A quick, heart-pounding salsa now. Trees fall before she even Reaches them Their great limbs kneeling Before the power they All know she possesses Crackling, roaring, through the lands She dances Methodically destroying the Earth Her nemesis And then The orchestra of her brother, the Wind STOPS * * * * * * * * * * * * She pauses to see why A mighty waterfall Cascades gracefully Into a shining, shimmering pool Hundreds of feet below Fire's steps slow To a slow, weaving pattern A more primal, tribal sway She dances along the shores Gazing upon the beauty Of the ne'er-before-seen wonder The spray from the gracefully falling water Begins to gently caress The Fire's reaching, grasping fingertips. Fire's heart is cooled, calmed, soothed. Her sway becomes even slower As the calm overtakes her. The orchestra begins again softly, A gentle piano melody, Accompanied by a soft harmony Of violin and harp. The new song is soft A gentle lullaby As Fire forgets her mission, Enticed and lured to complete Submission at the Water's edge. She dances calmly for her Mistress, Leaving for a moment Her nemesis Earth. The cascading falls Wind their way through the pool And continue along their path, Carving out greater chucks of Earth Than Fire ever dared imagine Was possible.
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she was in her own brain all of the time it was the only world she knew free from everyone she was just she she read icelandic sagas for fun in the park brought home every dog that was alone even if it had a collar she tore leaves from their trees ripped them to pieces and threw them in the air the people who saw thought she was celebrating i think she was lashing out but she kept her anger to herself and showed her friends songs she thought were cool nobody liked them but she never paid the people any mind she wore the same shoes every single day the old chucks with paint rips and mud for decoration she had pictures of people covering every inch of her wall they were strangers but she liked their far away smiles somehow captured in time they all wondered about her i liked her
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:59 PM UTC
happy loner
go ahead. shimmy along. i'll lace up my chucks and watch you ******* dance while I walk back into the nothing from which I came.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
homecoming
Mirror, Mirror, Where is Delphi i preferred it when you had your hair in a bun, walking down Tweedy with ripped jeans and taylor gang chucks, with your hair blazed bloodier and brighter than desolate Mars, when you were just another girl i grew in war with, i never dreamed, though i saw that one day you would leave, and desert the dirt covered laces and kiss me goodbye, tethered up in knots as you threw us in the sky, i look down at you tangled on the line, a saddened women posing in her in undergarments before the digital eye, you are the baddest ***** i can see it on my screen as i scroll past in thirst, you are the baddest ***** i acknowledge this to be true, infantry ****** open fire, shooting explosive emojis that detonate your feed, i know you wear bullet proof armored sweaters but i also see the bruises on that solitary face, leeches feeding lust into your neck, you step into battle with black eyes on your chest, swinging your “i don’t give a **** sword, beheading lascivious foes, i preferred when we sat on the terrace during the decline of the sun, softly voicing how we’d get out of this cage, walking north of south gate with worn out tokens, i left you unguarded pardon me, lustful,crimson Helen of Troy
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Mirror, Mirror, Where is Delphi
Rolling with my thunderstorms, violet shifts to black and you run ashore. Capsized outside a theatre, I wrench you out from the starfish glob of mess I made, blow the grit off your forehead, scrabble for a candle we can re-light together. One time, mud snatched at your ankles. You screamed but I was seeing drains and reflections twisted in puddles like fuzzy lines on the old TV. A migraine came; I threw it up into the sink and slept. Lost count of the times you've tossed me out in the snow, garbage among banana skins, frozen earlobes, but who chucks a duvet over my frost-flecked skin but you, with a clumsy smile and mascara raining down cheeks. Every time. Tonight I find you in the evening fog after searching every subway station my legs would allow. My shins cry for rest. The busker plays Bob Dylan out of tune but can’t blame a guy for trying. You discover my eyes, put your face to my coat, mumble words like you have a mouthful of ice. Lookin’ for a friend? The 11.04 towards Borough Hall. We get on, I catch your breath, count the hundreds and thousands of steps to home.
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Discover Another
I’m THAT girl. I’m the girl sitting quietly in the corner, Minding my own,  scribbling in a notebook Or taking in the remaining chapters of my sci-fi book. Maybe giving others a distracted look A polite nod to keep them guessing. I’m the girl with a slightly disheveled appearance. His old transformers t-shirt, baggy jeans and a pair of chucks. You may think, if you catch my eye, that luck Is the last thing on my list of prized possessions And you’d be right. I’m Murphy’s law in action. I’m THAT girl. I’m the girl that can’t get him off my mind. I’m the girl whose subconscious mind hates her. He’s in my dreams and stalks my nightmares, And all I can do is write Write a miniature prison around his memory. Write free verse that I hope catches his eye, And I’m sure it doesn’t. I’m sure he doesn’t have a positive thought of me The way I think of him in the quiet spaces Of my normal distracted being. He calms me, he makes my heart race, He makes me want to sleep, then chases me from a dream Pitchfork in hand, slinging my bladed words like daggers. I’m THAT girl. The hopeless romantic and helpless cynic. He made this poet, the cynic, the thinker. I hope he looks in the mirror and sees The creation he so meticulously molded And turns away with his conscience disturbed.
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Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 12:35 PM UTC
I’m that girl