"drawback" poems
If I am gone
vanish like pieces
into the atom.
It ain’t complain
lets drawback
spur in rhythm.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
Tried to give you a pleasing answer but could not
Silence filled empty spaces, I saw your eyes drop
You know tears clear you are my only blind spot
I'll keep my feelings in, a beautiful secret locked
The ends of my lips rise, my mean act cracked
I let my hand rest on your cheek, can't drawback
Breathtaking, heart breaking, barely holding back
entertwine your fingers in mine, replay flashbacks
Memories of child promises you're cute like that
I let my lips hug yours firmly that's my comeback
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
Without a suitable rival, the sad brigade lingers
Conscripts for an unpopular and non-believable cause.
After a drawback, the sober war machine parades.
The collective forces mimics a ploy of belligerence
The transient atmosphere moans a superfluous order.
A wit decides a banner epic for its backlog to dictate
In the ***** populace there waves circular innocence.
The twisted ranks value the immediate imperative
This sudden attitude dresses into a signature.
And a written tragic script obscures their pain.
While the reluctant ones wait for peace to break out.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
We were up all thru out the terrible night
sniffling like ******* addicts
like sick little youth 1930's depression oh the Great
our fat lips hung like dying mosquitoes in the coming brothel of winter and her long scorched dress
that I inflamed with my Vietnam stolen lover zippo of gasoline
in a Sober frenzy of jealousy
now her Glare is angled narrowly at lust
tobacco
coughing up and down side ways in dreams as if I were a butterfly addicted to cigars
we were up all thru out the night
counting our skin cells
watching the television laugh at our faces
He sobbed “how the orange metallic streets
bent to our theatrical emotions on 12th street”
oh the glory of our thoughts and touch was ransom
was devil
was god
was god watching in his leather seat?
Wearing his glasses
reading the Bible?
Or does he read Russian Literature
or does he only read Latin
I and I were up all last night
guessing Morphine
using the Sister's pay-phone copper to connect with silly 3 eyed hipster hookers
their eyes wide and green with white salt like a ***** lake
that you stumble upon drunkardly with a laughing Angel
High on Cough Syrup and mortality
amused
exhilarated
passion-ated by this new opportunity for Adventure's drawback which is death or Boredom
MY innocents
is deteriorating with Age
like the alcoholic richness of 100 year old Wine
sadly
money monday
didn't go to church
hope that lady with wisdom in her hands forgives me
then I ate
now I starve
clutching at the windows
painting a boy staring at me
wondering if I were real
As I wonder if his thoughts are my own
We were up all night
translating the moon's shadows and hiccups into finger paintings and strep throat.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
Act as if I could sell dreams
to an insomniac,
Or selling broken pieces to
a crack.
Cracking skulls to think
well ahead.
Arranging my plans in serial,
on the few crumbs of bread.
Why I ask the Lord for my daily bread,
to fill all my ideas. Keep them fed.
Seem to be a puzzle piece,
trying to find my fit
As I play such games,
finding humour from my wit.
Dressed for life, suit and tie
hoping it all could fit.
But life at times feels so much
like a job, but I can't even quit.
I'm over my head at times,
wanting to be an upright citizen.
Beating on myself,
maybe because I didn't get enough discipline.
Days I'm trying to train my mind,
most days I lost track.
Picture out my life plans,
still feels like there's a drawback.
Pressing the On and Off switch
of my mind. Don't know what's current.
Haven't paid the dues of my life,
nowadays I have a warrant.
Relevance goings irrelevant,
if you're not relevant to yourself.
Relatively speaking, I don't know how
to end this piece. So here's the end. Oh well!
But no,
Why must the end of a cause
not have you all standing in your applause?
Lord only knows,
why we're quick to pick out the flaws.
The pain of hanging over your jaws,
while I'm handing you a gift of my words.
Like the non-existent Santa Claus.
Spitting words to your face,
facts of my case.
Who runs the passion of his soul,
for you to chase.
Anyways,
This is far too long,
to the point I don't know where these words are coming from.
This rant is far too withstanding,
way too strong.
So to you all, I'm now gone.
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
Comfortable with a shift
I am light
fitting about in small clarities
each of a color
nearer night or dawn
depending
and this mini-series of decay
a single barb on a small rose
exhausting itself on the sleeve
of a thin blue shirt in spring
and just a bit of my right arm
see it exalting at my drawback
I have seen a day pulled from time
with crashing disjunctures
broken seconds cutting indiscriminately
we are so viciously small
at this end of being
serial
and i am listening into orifices of wonder
wavering memories in memories of ink
easier with the current of the cool
ever darkening lightening skies
as they charge themselves with a day
while i sleep
Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
fascinated i draw in my breath,
little murmur of content, i am life
and i am death, what is there
to prepare, what to unravel,
what happenstance to know?
how does the tide, desiring only
to rise and fall, to sweep the shore
and then drawback like a warrior lunging
with a sword, the death-cry obliterating
the sky, then pulling his arm swiftly back
the same fire in her heart, unremorseful,
unrelenting, bring me such rest?
i’ll forget all my loves except
for you, die like a warrior for love
because my heart is a rugged shore and
it carries the crashing waves and the
clamour of gulls because it believes in
freedom, and needs to hear the brashness
of the wind and the far distances of the stars.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
Well. I was trying to reach you.
And what shall I do now? I
cannot escape this and there is
nowhere to run to. I have fallen
and you are all wrapped up.
But you still somehow manage to
do and say the right things to get me
swayed. My head is ******* swayed
by you. I just start thinking. I just
get my mind blown.
By you.
It's like you must know the
effect you are having. Or could
potentially have. Those caramel cherries did not sway
me alone. They came from your thoughtful
head. Your even keeled thoughtful head.
I can never read you. Which is
funny, because acting is **** But it comes
with a drawback, I guess.
You always act around me.
I am surprised at these
effects. It's not that I always
get high with you. It's how I
feel when you are gone, and I never
got to get the whole truth out.
Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 8:37 PM UTC
I was told of shadows
perpendicular to the soft nature of the grassy plains.
Growing night - wild and irregular
I saw habits worth mentioning.
Tall trees sit in a upright position.
A great drawback:
He bounded toward the cliff.
The water is very muddy.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 9:20 PM UTC
you can't
no no no
this cannot happen
refrain
drawback
recoil
anything
just don't let this happen
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
The road is rough
The work is tough
But losing hope
And unable to cope
Is our biggest drawback
Where we start to lack
Our true capabilities
And thus neglect our responsibilities
The thoughts of getting rich
May lead us to a dump ditch
If we do not change,
The way we are
The way we think
Accepting challenges, being brave
Working hard as time blinks
When all pays off at the end
Then you do not have to crave
For anything you wished for
For everything you can have
What little you can serve
To the unlucky ones around
And showers of blessing will automatically surround
Where we are now, is not "The End"
Strive, Thrive, Revive, Refresh, Recharge, Reclaim!
.......Go For It!!!
©sim
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
THE SIMPLE TALE OF A FOX
As the fox swept his porch
with his bright orange tail
It reminded him he must get a torch
In the coming summer sale.
The badger family had a few
Tucked by their nearest tree
In fact they had two
Or it might have been three.
I digress, the tail turned brown
Dust was the culprit to be fair
Which was a bit of a comedown
That’s the drawback of orange hair.
He whistled while he swept
Foxes have music in their soul
Unfortunately the dust crept
Towards the badgers clean hole.
Out he shot like a bat out of hell
The badger not at all pleased
But the fox had bid his farewell
When the badger had a massive sneeze.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
Mouse Cat
The client went on about how fraud hit the revenue
A single case of fraud could be bad
Costing thousands in dollars by criminals
Take the Mobile Application on cell phones
This was for business owners to take calls on
Separating them from personal calls
On the upmarket plan it was text capable
With unlimited SMS text messages
It was a free service but if 10,000 were sent
In a single day that cost something
If enough of such fraud cases were done
It cost the company hugely in lost revenue
It took time to find out if a new user was a fake
Doing fraud before their account was cancelled
Even if it took 48 hours to stop them just imagine
How many thousand text message could be sent
On 1 upmarket business account Mobile App
Its ease of use on a cell phone was a drawback
It allowed scammers to call up for a new fake account
Using a stolen credit card to pay
The 30 dollar activation fee for the service
That started immediately with a free 14 day trial
Perfect for nifty social engineering fraudsters
There were hundreds of them all being smart
We all had to be smarter to thwart them
How exactly do you do that?
It was cat and mouse
Oct 4, 2023
Oct 4, 2023 at 9:00 PM UTC
After killing all the ogres and saving the village I took all the ogre bodies back to the river where I consumed all of them.. After this I felt amazing! But there was of course one drawback. Eating such a big feast made my dragon body very sleepy..
I then found a cool spot by the river bank that was pretty well out of sight.. This was in case more ogres came looking for their other ogre companions.. I feel into a deep deep sleep and begin to dream...
The dream took place in this parallel land I am on currently. But the land look alot like back home.. The water in the dark river was a pure blue as well as the beautiful green trees that took the place of the dark black trees that reside here..
I found myself in human form walking right next to my dragon form.. The both of us walked by the river talking to eachother. There were 2 moons above us.. One was white and pure, the other was a deep ocean blue with a dreamlike sparkle that only a dragon dream could luster up..
I then looked into my human eyes with my dragon eyes.. I felt every thought and became connected to myself like never before.. In a short moment I felt someone else.. This was not me.. I then broke the connection and saw a different person standing there.. A young girl with long brown hair smiled at me and faded into the green forest turning everything back the way it was..
My dragon scent awoke me! Something was coming.. I took a deep breath in and felt it coming from the sky.. It was coming in fast..
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
HATING
IS
AN
EMOTIONAL
DRAWBACK ,
I
PRAY
FOR
YOU,
HATERS !!
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
I could be hurt even dead but I wouldn't know it, I've become so attached to my demons I don't even feel the pain no more.
I crave to be who I once were, an infant crawling back to her tender loving arms, if only I knew that it could all be so dim, I would have laid back, push my dreams and aspirations aside and drown within her belly.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
~~~
In Tucson's fair climes
The weather's sublime
It's the perfect time of the year
Though no colorful trees
Not a ONE drops it's leaves
There is one major drawback I fear
Driving caution's suggested
As the roads are conjested
Tucson's now popular! TRUE!
For the balmy air
And the climate fair
Brings all of the
Snowbirds here TOO!
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
The unlayering of a soul
Like the drawback of an old beautiful curtain
Dusty and covered in a masquerade of golden tassles
Hiding the depth behind
And when they uncover
Unmask
Choose to perform
My eyes and heart are captivated
By the magic that is in stuttering toungues and loud cackles
Long stories and love poems
I came to tell my story
And my ears were much happier after
Having soaked in the noise of humanity
The sound of souls
A room full of souls
And I have been in those empty rooms before
Those rooms silent and eager for more space
Rooms echoing with soulless disconnection
And these people are not soulless but they do not give themselves up
don't give themselves freedom to be those souls
And I can only relate to people who have that soul
Who have the depth the expanse, the mind, the breadth to express
Their innermost pains, joys
And a room that is soulfull
Accepts
And a drawback of curtains
Assumes no judgement
For why would there be?
What would there be to judge?
I used to cry about feeling like a stranger in my own home
Then feeling guilty for being sorry for myself
And throwing up a pity party when no other life is better than mine
and so many people have it worse in many ways
we know what it feel like to live in a world where you feel you never belong
Then to be faced with a room, heart beating a mile a minute, knowing the curtains will be drawn back and you will have to face the music of your own
I saw a woman today, with a face filled with so much love it was glowing
A love that made me want to love everything
And I know everything isn’t what it seems
But poetry is all about that seem
That perspective
From afar
As my arrow gets pulled far back into depths of deep internal demons
I am now being tossed into the universe
Endlessly
No aim
Fired off into the moving air
I feel like a plastic bag
Im flying by city lights
And city dreams
Hoping for answers hidden in the trees
Sunflowers have been planted
But it will be winter soon
Roots are growing, sprouting little buds of green
Not blooming yet
But there is growth
And strength in the little brown sprouted roots
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
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Never dragged by the generation of emoji's, Ferrari has inhabited another planet of emotions.Why race because When you see our tail lights you always talk about making some "minor" adjustments on your supercars and we understand because a tragedy always seems reversible before the pain sinks in. Going as fast as Predicting the future in terms of technology maybe the most foolish thing a person can do because when the time comes it would be an understatement to say "the future that never happened". But because in the future those predictions look so retro, what you would say is "the past that never happened". Now that's what I call A drawback, should we just wait and see? but with Ferrari we certainly know what it's gonna be....TWELVE cylinders in a V.
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The epitome of Italian sports cars...a shiny horse that represents the beauty in power. No need to fight for dominance because ferrari is the essential formula in 1, legendary drivers found a safe home in its heart. Always overcomes an opposing force with finesse...what a mighty horse, Ferrari comforts your thoughts on a highway.
So then the horse still looks forward with it's uninterrupted youthful pose. I will always!!! Remember the horse.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC
What is this clarity that I hold?
Is it that the value of all else
Has equilibrated?
Silence
Silence in my thoughts
In my mind
In my heart
In my room
In my relationships
In my mess
Silence.
It is possible that this is the
Drawback of water
Before the tsunami slams
A moment of silence
Surrounded
By the wake of a storm
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
In the city you can't see
the stars, often times.
So how are you supposed to
remember what eternity looks like?
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 8:12 AM UTC
The first newspapers had to be chisled out by hand
with a chisle and mallet. Not exactly the fine print
we get today. And if the chisle-er made a mistake,
then that piece of stone would have to be reprossessed.
This would cause a delay in production and delivery.
Another drawback was that those stones were
heavy. And no matter how greased your cartwheels,
the donkey could only pull so much weight. However,
if you were lucky enough to get a copy of The Evening
Stone, (at the price of only three dracmas per slab) you
would have a piece of news that could literally last
longer than a lifetime. (pardon the alliteration)
The End
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
I anesthetized myself
with
fifteen pints of Olde English,
**** good health
I'm going down.
But coming round when
the pounding in my head
reminds me that
I can't be dead
is a drawback.
Yet
Olde English sounds so quaint,
believe me folks and yokels
it ain't,
the locals where I live
give
free stretchers for the
wretches
just like me.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
To me there was never any drawback
it was just simply child's play
looking back down the old track
it was a typical British railway.
It was just brilliant in its heyday
chugging along with a smokestack
through tunnels and the odd archway
I can safely say I never looked back.
All those hard workers on the payroll
leaving memories along the track
spending all day shovelling coal
everything they wore and owned black.
Some days their breath dried and they cried
from the young lad to the station guard
but they all had something called pride
even though their memory's were all scarred.
The whistle could be heard "all aboard"
and off it would go chugging
the steam puffed and the engine roared
regardless of the carriages it was tugging.
Through every village an every vale
it relentlessly ploughed
along each track and each trail
leaving its white fluffy cloud.
Travelling along tootling down
from hill to hill down the track
from coast to each and every town
and I never looked back.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC