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My thoughts are
scattered ashes to the wind--
non-collectable burnt and charred,
wood that I would've carved into the likeness
of hearts, love letters
that I failed to make my point in,
and
newspapers that should be a cohesive story
but ended up a collision of black and white print
and jumbled media confusion.
not writers block just scattered
mark john junor Oct 2013
such heights
that the heart soars
that the world soaked in such delightful
and enchanting light
that the limitless endurance of unbound soul
and strength of but even such a small smile

her kitten perfect punk rock makeup
entices me to kiss her
but i get entangled in the knitting needle
stuck in her eyebrow
its sharp surface reflections
gives me a glimpse of myself
and my noble knight shinning armor fumblings
and how quaint i must be to her
so old and all
with my guitar and my candles
in the hall
singing a serenade in broken french
at three am

i cook dinner for the six of us
but her friends all female versions
of jealous eyes
just look at my food with guilty suspicion
and the reflections are starting to get to me
after all how should i see
myself except as her other half
and im lacking a mohawk
and id feel kinda silly in one so
i drive in the towns roundabout
looking for a burmuda cop in downtown miami

from these grand heights
i find my way down to the realization
that i never fit into her sense of style
but i went in perfect with her collection of keychains
and teddy bears
im a collectable from the poets line
and how many got of of them hanging bout in the closet
but she strips down and says
hey babe forget the fashion noise
come here and get you some nookie
wanna chew on ya like a chocolate chip cookie
from the grand heights
to going down on the depths
aint so bad after all
jo spencer Feb 2013
The  Rhino's last  stand?
my eye's still baulk .
For 15 litres used, Fina  offered collectable  cards
and this free coaster.
I  can only  think of forecourt  charges now
and blinding energy shortages,
needling the near skint.
Surely  we  had  failed  the insurmountable  test.
Eco Care conditional on my father not being disparagingly  cross promitionally  conscious?
Jene'e Patitucci Nov 2012
i am thankful
for the breaking of hearts
and of bones
and of brittle hair
and of children's toys
and of  mother's fine china
and of vinyl
and of collectable vinyl
and of glasses
and of fingernails
and of trinkets
and of one-of-a-kinds
and of water mains
and of sewer lines
and of violin strings
and of twigs under your shoes
and of thin ice
and most of all, of mind

for if they did not break
then we would never know
that they were so unique and special
when they still were whole
© 2012 Jene'e Patitucci
was a larger thing, not world news, happily,
not somethinhg to chew over.

amongst the colours, the gifts, the tiny cup,
cracked, collectable, among the people
at the friday club is friendship, a bigger
thing.

although many of us like smaller items,
we have grown to know that close friends
are a quite very big, important thing in a
life. small life.

sbm.
Redshift Jun 2013
my cat makes me happy
he's a ******* ******
i think that's why i like him

people don't make me happy
they're ******* weirdos too
but not the good kind

people make my brain hurt
they all want a piece of me
to make them smile

but i am not a glass figurine
or bubblegum
i'm not even collectable

people want to talk to me
too much
i guess i'm a good listener

or maybe not.
i have a lot of things that i want to say
but don't

i guess
that's why i write poems
to tell you the things that i would say

if you would let me speak
or even
breathe

maybe that's why
i write so many
"*******" poems

i wish
i could
talk
so i guess what i'm trying to say is thank you to all the people who walk over me because i have a ******* smile that you like to buy for a good time.
Anais Vionet Aug 2024
Being back home, in my childhood room is like climbing into a time capsule. I left for college quickly, back in ‘21 and I’ve only been back here once, briefly.

My closets are still full of my old high school clothes and there are shelves that line the upper walls of my room with maybe a hundred “Disney Princess” collectable statues (my favorite is Ariel).

I have one wall space behind my bathroom door that has a hundred yellow stickies on it - reminders of old assignments and quotes like, “Do you hate drama or create drama?” and “Imagine your future.”

Everything seems carbon dated. It gives me an impeccable, knife-like sense of ennui. I want to cherish it all or burn it all, depending on the time of day. I went to take down my old Humphry Bogart and Billie Eilish posters yesterday and Kim said “Noo,” in such a sad way that I stopped.

Hold on, let’s overthink this.

I had a hard conversation today. I broke the news to my cats (Belichick and Tom Brady) that school starts at the end of the month, and I have to go back.

They took it well, I think. You know how cats are. I’ll know in a day or two, if their good will has turned to sour offense - they'll claw something up.

Belichick seems to be watching me extra closely though.
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Songs for this:
Lava by Still Woozy
Can't Hardly Wait by The Replacements
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08.01.3PM
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 07.31: Impeccable: means flawless
Justin S Wampler Dec 2021
I feel so

compelled

to bash your head in
with my love.

When you're dead,
I'll fashion a paintbrush
from a lock of your hair.

I'll paint you on the ceiling
in violent shades of burgundy.

I'll lick the bristles clean.

I'll paint my taste buds
with the vibrant flavors

of your love.

I'll craft a cradle from your bones,
and wrap it taught with your dermis.

Your

marrow

will seep out,

like the

love

from my heart.

I'll keep you.
Forever.
A shrine.
A memento.
A collectable.

A macabre reminder
of my

love.
You'll never leave
again.
was a larger thing, not world news, happily,
not somethinhg to chew over.

amongst the colours, the gifts, the tiny cup,
cracked, collectable, among the people
at the friday club is friendship, a bigger
thing.

although many of us like smaller items,
we have grown to know that close friends
are a quite very big, important thing in a
life. small life.

sbm.
We look
we see
we want it to be
but to me
this is the thruway to
the throwaway
society

We get and it's done
and
already out of its time
where's the fun when
I want what they have and
they want what's mine?
so we barter or steal
doesn't it feel all to real?

this society fits
for the made
to measure *****
but it's still throwaway
all the way
every day.

I hoard
not because I'm old
or cranky or even tight ******
to part with things,
it's more like I have and
it's mine
never wanted yours and I'm fine
with that situation

the collectors
if refuse
is collectable
tell me
that it's quite acceptable
and they only come here now
and again
just to see how society
could be.
MARK RIORDAN Jun 2018
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Lawrence Hall Nov 2021
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                     ­     An Empty Cross

An empty cross?
                          There is no empty cross
Fragments of bone and flesh forever stain
The spikes, the wood, the cross, the ****** cross
Is not a cute designer collectable

An empty cross?
                          There is no empty cross
His crucifixion takes away our sins
But the bloodstains remind us
It was our sins that drove the spikes into Him

An empty cross?
                          There is no empty cross
There won’t be, not until the last day of all
VinceV Dec 2024
Cheap plastic toys

Collectable candy from Christmas seven years ago

Subscription boxes

Thirty different vinyl variants of the same album

Steel book blu-rays

Limited edition

Rare trading cards (could be worth a lot some day)

Thanks for your money!
Thanks for your money!
Thanks for your money!
Just had to make sure I wasn't only writing about love and heartbreak.
kromwellfarkus Jul 2020
From what everything once was,
To what everything is now.

Prickles from baby plant talons,
Paper cuts with a hint of sting
Under skin, now paper thin,
ESP now inevitably seen.
Warmth from lost souls,
Misery loves company,
They always have to leave,
Collectable core memories.

Electricity and water
Lessen the resistivity,
Flow over scars as tar feathered,
Healing as they go,
As they glow.
Stalemate black and white affection,
Gloves off, butterfly acceptance,
Just let it bee...
Naked flame of you and me.

Calm water mirror reflections,
No stones thrown today,
Ripples stay in past skims of stones
In other streams, perhaps dreams.
For the now, in this small present,
Give cheese to the skies,
Relect from far away clouds and stars
To reserved hearts.

From what everything is now,
To what everything will be.
Refecting. Right now. Snapshot. Tomorrow is in an hour.
Travis Green Jun 2022
You have that top-notch
Thunder funk that I love
That makes me want
To rub your exotic
Prominent muscles
Hold your prodigiously
Glistening chest

Feel your effervescent breath
Caressing my neck
My hands probing
Your rich sensuous beard
Your aesthetically appealing tattoos
Covering your smooth
Passionate physique

You are a measureless
Collectable spectacle
Brilliant mystical prince
Phenomenally potent and dope
Visually stimulating
And elevating enchantment

I fall into your hip-hopping
Head-turning hotness
Your topflight streamlined design
I stare into your gorgeous
Oil-slick black eyes
And I drown into your
Youthful flamboyant allure

— The End —