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August Feb 2013
Nothing is a sadder sight to me
To see a business with empty windows
The blue building I pass by every day
With the once solid stairs only marked by a paint print
The man in the yellow jacket and the American flag shirt
Even though America is why he is walking on worn down shoes
320 on moffet, dilapidated apartments & hollow doorways
Nothing is a sadder sight to me
The blinking open sign that flickers, only welcoming ghosts
The boy who gets off the bus stop alone, walking by it without a glance
With his back pack strung tiredly over his shoulder
The universal feeling of not fitting in still fresh in his memory
The field of grass, deserted
A cemetery of parts & wheels & headlights & people's once dream machines
Nothing is a sadder sight to me
The lady who lives on 2nd near the sewer drainer
With hoards of stuffed animals waving from inside the windows
As she sits under the awning surrounded by them, smoking a cigarette with trembling fingers
The girl driving with her hands tightly gripping the steering wheel
Grinding her teeth as she watches the people she sees while on the road
Blinks slowly, as she knows home is where she is alone
But she'd rather see this road side sadness then the blank television screen
Nothing is a sadder sight to me
And she screams
As she crashes into a tree
The man in the yellow jacket turns his head
The boy's back pack falls to the ground
The women leaps up, her plush lifeless friends tumbling around her
The building are silent, remorseful
Nothing is a sadder sight to see
"It was only a kiss" you'd said
to me, that ended
our wedded bliss.

I caught you and her
of all places, in
my kitchen.

New year's party for the neighbours
right next to the drainer
You, and her from number five.

Warned about her the day we arrived.
Gossip I thought
Jealousy I thought

Vicious viperous women
being vindictive
I thought.

Shows you what thought does
Did you like number five's thighs?
Her sighs?

Did you even remember your wife?
Whilst being depraved, full of vice
lies and cries of lust ?

I expect not, your head
was still full of her lips
Or is it her lips that are still full?

Relationships are give and take
You took too much.
I hate goodbyes.

You've been Blythe about
Your demise with
Number five, and her thighs.

So, to cut to the chase
We cannot revive nor
survive. Your kiss can consider me the ex.

Oh, and by the way
let's just say that the
slice I made today will make no 5
Stay permanently away.
© JLB
Nicole M Allen Dec 2013
Your calm behavior
This kiss has its own flavor
Love leave sectile cuts like a razor
He should of  been labeled with a disclaimer
Warning me of his true identity
A heartbreaker
Wishing I had a mind eraser
A memory drainer
But I'll let you be the stimulator like before
I am just a partaker and a  violator
Because my final words with him were last December
But forgetting you will leave me with displeasure
You give me so much love
No one can measure
Second poem, open to comments and criticism
Derek Yohn Oct 2013
Her captor deserves no quarter.
Stupidly cruel and blank,
the executor of silly lies;
the denizen of the dumpster;
the drunken trickster;
the worthless excuse;
the excused human;
the circler of drains;
the drainer of circles;
i see the dark in his eyes...
Why?
Won't?
You.
*******?
DIE.
eh, so maybe i have a tiny passive-aggressive anger issue in this one...who knew?  it is what it is...besides, maybe it is justified...
Death is what it seems, the drainer of life, and the birther of new. Through indiscretion and publication, we’ve moulded and formed our ideas on death, to little agreement.

Yet, few realise we die long before our bodies are lost of vitality, and to some of us, we are never born. To live is to think, feel, do, yet how many of us can say we were proactive rather then reactive, shapeless rather than moulded, independant rather than reliant.

Regardless whether we born into it or not, we should never take away the power that’s within us to change, for there is as much beauty in having a metamorphosis from the dark, towards the the light, then to be of a singular purity.

But fear binds us all at some point, it bounds nations, and inadvertently goes back to us in a cycle.

But to overcome fear is to overcome death itself, to truly live once, is to live a thousand afterlives
Although more rhetoric than poetry, felt like sharing <3
Nadine Mar 2019
You get onto my ugly side
Cause in you no one can confide
You full of stories lies and hate
I leave you to your lonely fate

Your a nasty man you has no shame
You walk around and respect your claim
You don't deserve the love your shown
For you my animosity has grown

You act so stupid and naive
While wicked plans you have up your sleeve
You take the whole wide world for a fool
And make plans of deceit so cruel

You have two faces I've seen both
You old man, I truely loathe
You scheam and plan your under hand
Satan is your biggest fan

Never grateful not even thankful
Yet always demanding and a handful
You for ever always playing cry wolf
You think your plans are all foul proof

You go about your nosey days
Always stead fast in your ways
You take and take and never give
Till one day on your own you'll live

You put on such a perfect front
But we see though you, you old runt
You play the part of a perfect been
But your hands are far from clean

You have no shame in wat you do
You don't care who you hurt or *****
Your a back stabbers a two faced scrooge
Your pockets small you ugliness huge

You prance a round so cunnng and free
While in your eye an evil glee
But time is cruel and the wicked always fall
So while you can keep walking tall

You make your plans in quite places
Thinking that you leave no traces
But things have the strangest ways
Of ******* up your happy days

You decide and want it all your way
You think this game for ever you'll play
When it turns out not wat you want
Then you put on this im so sorry front

You demand and order and manipulate
Lets watch you fall to your nasty fate
It's always your way and wat you want
Your under handed nasty and blunt

I watch how others try so hard
Yet you play the cruelest dirtiest card
You tear down people and make them small
To make your self seem up right and tall

Ive never seen one quiet like you
Connive and manipulate like you do
You don't care who you break to get there
Who's heart you trod on break or tear

Theres always something new with you
You just want and others must always do
You know no thank you or even please
The things you steal you think no one see

Look around you know one cares
So throw a fuss let your anger flare
You keep hurting the ones I love
There pain fits you like a glove

I ain't gonna sit back no more
And watch how you make others sore
Cause two you see can play your game
And trust me I don't feel much shame

You are walking down a lonely street
Cause everyone you have to cheat
You like a bleeder and a drainer
To your love ones you are but a stranger
Father, evil, nasty, back stabber, ugly, cunning, old man, wicked, naive,
#f
Charles Sturies Oct 2018
Modern day talent
Slips through the drainer
Like sand and water
to make a blend
Of your youth , dignity,
And the unknown star quality
As I see it,
Or in other words there is plenty
Of takeout in just the right places
But you got to know
How to discounter it
And whom has it
And maybe for what reason.
Maybe I'm imagining the above
And a very few are talented
But I don't think so.
About a million years ago and probably longer now.

The town hall clock which still ran on Victorian time,
caked with grime and the droppings of
raggedy arsed urchins
struck nine.

I was watching breakfast television,
something new or was when it was new
now
it's getting old and like the milk on the kitchen
drainer turning sour.

Sunday
the righteous pray,
I pay lip service
and
they charge me ten percent
which I suppose isn't too much
to stay in touch.
Patrick Leduc Sep 2010
Decrepit squalid pit
filled with liquid hate
lifeless lake
filled with the bones
of the dead, the dying and the ******
would that you were covered over
but it wouldn't do to forget
such a cruel golgotha
as you
Drainer of life
be drained of yours
the lifeblood of innocents and
children
worthless creation

A hindrance to happiness
end everything or end yourself
that is all your were made for
A decision, but an important one

End yourself and cause
Joy, relief, happiness
but you leave yourself
empty

End everything and you
will be mocked from
the inside, never to feel
Love or Laughter
either way, simply a chasm of sorrow

— The End —