"drainer" poems
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
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
"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.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
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
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
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
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
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.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
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
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC