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happiness...is everything. Happiness isnt based on money and sometimes not even on what you're doing. Its about who your with.
its about living with no regrets
And realising that a bad thing will last a few months, so who cares if he doesnt ask you out? who cares what your parents catch doing with the one who does? and who cares what anyone says about you.
Happiness is taking a risk
and it pays off
and even if it doesnt
another oppurtunity presents itself.
happiness is staying up all night with your frends.
happiness is water fights on late summer evenings.
happiness is love....lust only gives moments of happiness to the fact you cant believe you have that person...love leaves you eternally in wonder of how you ended up feeling so right.
happiness is being with your friends and wearing crazy *** hats in public
happiness is seeing a familiar face in nevr ending sea of lies.
happiness is no homework
happiness is having tickle fights with the one you love
happiness is lying in the sun looking at the clouds
happiness is doing wat you want to do
happiness is helping one another
happiness if giving all of you no matter how much you recieve in return
happiness is being able to speak your mind
happiness is knowing you have earnt all the praise you get and being able to say thank you...not going red, studying your shoelaces and bringing yourself down
happiness is confidence
happiness is working hard for something
happiness is being wateva you want and not caring what anyone says...you only get to live once..you will nevr live it down if you're on your deathbed and you realise that you've spent your whole life being what everyone else wanted you to be. living a lie
happiness is finding out who you are
happiness is coming home and your parents ask you how your day was...evn if u jst grunt back
happiness is singing in the shower as loud as you can...i mean showers hav that magical power that means no-one else can hear you...rite?
happiness is not being afraid to say someone is hot...it makes u all giggly...saying someone is good looking doesnt neccessarily mean you want them
happiness is feeling safe
happiness is feeling wanted
happiness is feeling at peace with yourself
happiness is feeling that someone always has your back
happiness is when something isnt funny..but your so happy to see someone that u cant stop smiling
happiness is that one thing you can nevr really express to someone...its like a drug, it makes you do crazy things...its make you feel ontop of the world.
this made me happy knowing that peopl will read this and feel happy
it made me happy because i made a good attempt to describe something that can nevr be completely decribed.

happiness is the one thing that keeps you going when you're like the single flowers whose colours hav turned to shades of grey

i cant explain this happiness
Five years go by
Me and my best friends
Or so I thought
Fake fake fake fake...
All of them
Pretending to care
Me trusting them
Had I known it possible to lie like that
For five years and no less
I'd have kept my mouth shut
Secrets shared
Would have never been told
This is a learning curve
(As one might say)
That one should never hand out trust like leaflets
Trust is to be earnt
Over a long time
I had to learn this the hard way
I should have listened originally
Fah May 2014
I’m an apricot , ripe on the tree - ready for picking
I am a cherry , offering to be popped
3 tequila shots or the equivalent of a blurred memory inside me
my heart is bleeding a little at the acts my body is moving through
i am bleeding a little at the acts my body is moving through

i bleed for 4 days , 5 days.
i am amazed that he pulled out. i find that incredible -
as if a man is wild in the act of mergence and unable to control himself ,

ideas of male/female roles imprinted on me
from parents , **** and public school  - where girls are made into women
at 13 ,
we discuss when we will “lose our virginity” i say 15 if i’m ready (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

i should expect him to *** inside me , because i am the subservient woman and he should do as he pleases
i think it magical his heightened awareness -
i see his majestic beauty on his well formed muscles
and the hotel room his family owns , or the kick *** motorbike he drives and the supply of beachfront joints.


and still it is now 1 year later that i am in pain.


a fire on my heart and a sick feeling in my stomach
i am sick because i swallowed the lies and hated myself , i truly believed i was worth that level of respect. the fire burns swiftly in my heart because i am enraged and sorrowful at my ignorance. I am partly ashamed at my lack of empathy
for myself and partly in awe at my magnificence.


We look at virginity as pure , unsoiled.

Pure. Unsoiled.
****. Subconsciously telling our mothers , sisters , aunties and grandma’s that they are ***** for exercising their basic ****** function. Shaming us for feeling pleasure.....the connotations are different for brothers , fathers , uncles and grandpas. A pat of well done on the back , you are now a “man”.............well .. i’ll be ******..... it amazes me how these sly , low blows are hidden right in plain sight.

well fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk that !

I know i love myself now
with the respect i would rain down upon any other fellow being .

i wish : for them and me to be able to love without fear, disgust and shame.
i wish to allow my energy from that moment to feed others who need help along their path of self-love.

Now my cosmic womb is treated with respect and reverence
enjoying myself freely.

Oh but , i will say thank you , and a sensi bow , for the lesson learnt.

Never again will i put others on a pedestal they have not earnt.
Especially if it has anything to do with my *****.
If you are a ******* you are a lucky one -

a mother is where you came from , my dear chaps
change the meaning yourself , question your  beliefs
find the fallacy
re-invent it.
We are not bound unless we say so.
I'm trending love.
I'm trending hate.
I'm trending the fact that you always reply a little too late.
I'm telling you that you are less than enough.
And when you **** me, its a little too rough.
Pounding away like you're shooting a gun.
All too soon.
I never come.
Too pretty to make you feel let down.
Fake it always, you're the shittest rodeo clown.
Take off your ****** face.
Eat me wide, go on, give me a taste.
Sink your teeth into my bare flesh,
feel my history in my blood
seek me out in all my mess.
I am showing you darling
in my very sweet tones
that my succinct naivety is nothing more,
than what you want from your white ash bones.
I am trending you
I am trending your ****.
I am trending the look you wear
and the music you rock.
I am seeking a feeling more than text, a wink or smiley face.
Look, At, ME.
Am i that easy to replace?
Bitterness is found in the sweetest pill
i'll bend your ***, i'll bend you over,
I'll ******* at will.
I will move my trend towards your neck
outpour my lack of interest in your ear,
tell you what it is you want to hear.
*******, and **** your nation.
**** your distinctive'taste',
and your senseless judgement and interrogation.
I am not some sweet-***-****-drive-by-shooter-girl,
I have ******* brains,
I am seconds away from tearing apart your world.
I am living safely from behind my defensive line of white hair,
**** that ****, i don't want closeness
rip my clothes off, don't leave till i'm wanton and bare.
Oh and i am trending your messages
I am trending all of you.
I am not trending depression, ****** up or feeling blue.
I am trending love, trending the great divide.
I made it through and over, to the other side.
I am not what you will ever believe me to be
a glimmer, of a hint, in a riddle, is all you will see.
I am trending what is insane, and what is not,
I am thinking, your thinking of,
'what the **** has this girl got?'
I am not here to make you laugh, or for you to wish for more,
I am here to be left broken and wet,
on your kitchen floor.
I am trending honest, i am trending passion and life,
I am trending a big fat ****** smile,
Because I am not your possession or your future wife.
I am not trending your **** size, or  your 16 positions in one night,
I don't want you to cry on my shoulder
I am not trending 'your mother', i have earnt that right.
Look, At. ME.
Second chances rarely come as few
and when i walk away, i will walk away with a taste of you.
I am sweetness, i am luxury divine,
make me bite you, scratch your back, forget the time.
But at my cost, at my control, this will be,
you are not my attachment,
my soul is not your key.
I am trending love, i am trending ME
for what is locked within, is never for free.
****.
Me.
What a trend
Alexandra Provan Nov 2016
Go ahead
Sit with your ignorant comfort blanket
Of expected
Respected
And protected
Male privilege,
And try to tell me we are weak.
Try to tell me that the women who climb mountains of misogyny,
Beaten down repeatedly,
And still stand to scream 'we shall not be silenced'
Have not earnt the right to speak.

You have no idea,
Just what it means to be a woman.
Hilldene Sep 2015
Roots softly entwined
like thoughts in the dark cold earth.
Woven in the loom of the mind.
How something so pure can grow from something so sinister.
Long hairs tinted yellow sprouting from your tips.  
Your soft white whispers drifting through the air,
catching the current in the skies.
I hold you in my hands, gently inhale your temporary beauty.
Caught in a trance as I exhale and watch you disappear.
Up to the skies I look to see you getting swept up.
My wish made was never granted.
You're gone now and I'm left with an unearthly empty shell.
I open my hands and all that remain of you fall effortlessly to the ground.
Your fall cushioned by long green fingers reaching to the sky.
There, you are reunited with other such as yourself.
Those empty promises echoed in the carcasses that lay next to yours.
-
Your brazen tips glazed in a shock of colour
Pregnant with joyful scents, bursting through your silky palms
Untouchable Ivory put on ostentatious display
Waxy green protection against jealous creatures allured by your bold skin
Spiked tongue lapping up soft powder
Palate tingling colours
Come now young one, let your hand out
Touch the rays of sun that break through the clouds
Unfurl your glossy arms let them reach to the skies
Embrace the copper halo of fresh dawn
-
Kaleidoscopic explosion of feathery pink from
frivolous lace of green
shooting from an abyss of fleshy undertones
chirping in a bloom of tenderness
Natural flirt laying delicious kisses on your diaphanous hands
Dashes of bittersweet morning yellow erupting from flaxen haired beings
Quotidian fever blushing your glossy cheeks
Exuberant vitality in the eyes of the beholder
-
Darling Delilah somersaults under the summer sky.
Tender yellow belly jade-inlaid silently teasing
Wistful white limbs under threat - recited childish game
Droplets of tears cried over lost lovers, gently caress your velvety skin
Loves me, loves me not.
Follow the trail of loved golden petals
Plucked from a field of menageries
The field of unspoken languages
Jovial melodies escape your white rib cage
Wolf-whistle hymns emanate from your progeny
-
Winter’s frost biting at your satin petals
Drawing your soft palms together in a synchronized motion
Awaiting the Sun's demise
Fading from fluorescent pink to a beige purple
accepting your fate as night crawls nearer
Tiny capsules cuddle your closed body, capturing the light of day
Bitter breezes sway your spirit sweetly as the moon shines over the sleeping
-
Midnight blue hung it's head low, gracefully dipping it's toes in the icy water
Exhaling soft whispers in the ears of the insomniac
under the blanket of tattered stars
Glitter embellished skies shatter into fragments of shadows
Picturesque luminous nebula sprayed across the abysmal crescent
Luminosity fades from your touch and lower you bow
Lullaby your fragile celestial glow into a deep sleep
-
Mourners tears fall
Staining your diminutive blue faces black
Remorseful mutters tremble your weary heart
Aching voices tearing your delicate edges
Myosotis silvatica engraved upon the headstone where they lay
Forget-me-not child as I am immortal, lost souls earnt divinity
Warm blooded fingertips clench your presence
Dark figures gently brush past
A ceremonial statement
For the grieving
H.E 4/9/15
AP Staunton Mar 2016
Down behind the communal garages,
Our knees were scabbed and scarred,
Badges of honour, to ten-year old savages,
Earnt in chasis' of burnt out cars.

There, on the side of a wall,
Nineteen-Sixteen, had been daubed in emulsion,
Just another target for our ball,
To find its meaning ? we had no compulsion.

It was a circular Nine, like a giant comma,
And the Six was rotund, as well,
Against all the rules Sister Mary of the Immaculate Madonna
taught, in those hand-writing classes from hell.

It was similar to a giant 1690,
I'd seen in another part of town,
On the gable-end of a property emptied,
Before an our street versus your street showdown.

Then one day, the Old Fella' explained,
In 1916 we stood up for ourselves,
A pride in our nation regained,
As the G.P.O. was shook to its shelves.

"Son, we tired of crawling on our belly,
Being beaten, battered and conned,
Surely you've heard me talk of Connolly ?"
I said, Yeh he's me favourite James Bond.

But this was Liverpool, Nineteen Seventy-Two,
And me Da' had been over here years,
What he was on about, I never had a clue,
Though it was the first time I ever saw him shed tears.
100 YEARS AGO, THIS EASTER. HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY.
Brett Jun 2013
what once was is now lost
for it was gained
earnt
spoken of

but now
its forever lost
the feeling is there
the truth is there

but can never be gained again
as it was once
it will never be again

for the past it was from
and so the past it will stay

seek it though may
find it you will
feel it you will not
for it be no more

hurt instead
says one
despair
says another
death inside
says all

trust was once earnt
within time it was gained
after trust came love
in love we come

but love we loose
in lost we are
for we hurt

words are just that
feelings are more
honesty and truth above all
love

is of old
and new
but still
its tainted

it comes and goes
in time
does it heal
does a new love come

who knows
who cares
do you
or do you hurt

feel lost
sick
empty
dead

how do you feel
like words are just words
meaning and actions
show love

for within those
is everything
eternal it should be
broken it is now

for you to feel
now go in pieces
and curl up n cry
let it out
that scream
that anguish
the lost love

so it be once
and forever it was meant
from heart it was felt
but no more it be

for its forever hurt
broken into pieces
never to be fully fixed

enjoy what you have
while you have it
for it will be lost
and then you will know

how it feels to have lost
LOVE
Originally written on Monday, 7 December 2009 at 00:08
Colin E Havard Mar 2014
Thank you guardians of the past,
Your legacies will surely last,
In the memories and hearts of kin and country.
I salute you for your courtesy;
The courage and wisdom you've given,
Through sweat and tears hard bitten.
You've laid a solid foundation
For the future of this "clever" nation.
So stand tall, you've earnt a rest.
P.S. Grandma, you're the best!
1/10/1999
Philosophic Musings
Marshal Gebbie Apr 2017
In clear dawn’s prescient light I saw
Integrity of man withdraw,
Withdraw from that integral grace
Illuminated in that place.
A clear blue light in silhouette
Of moon and mountain pirouette,
A truthfulness of stark relief
Quite unencumbered by deceit.
Unencumbered by the paws
Of those who bare discordant claws,
They who twist God’s clear blue light
To manifest their grip on might,
Those who would, quite by perchance,
Enlist oblivion’s nuclear dance.

This hanging crescent moon aloft
Above our mountain’s darkened croft,
Delicately etched in vivid glow
Of promised new dawn’s velvet show…..
Dependant now on exchanged themes
Of thermonuclear warfare’s screams.

But then…..
Old soldiers call from War afar
To we who listen, jaw ajar,
To wisdom earnt by good blood spilt
Be of Field Grey or Scottish Kilt…..

“Fight no more this curse of War”
They, from beyond the  grave, implore,
“We sacrificed our youth for thee
So thou might dwell in harmony”

In clear dawn’s prescient light they saw
A slit of sunshine’s open door,
Where sanity, just, could pave the way
For laughter’s peal to save this day.

M.
“Lest We Forget “
ANZAC Day
25 April 2017
HAMILTON, NEW ZEALAND
Poetic T Oct 2019
Luck has to be earnt,
    Never given.

So go out
and make
          yours happen.
Carmen Noir Jun 2013
A girl will stand on the edge of the
Brooklyn Bridge at 7pm,
The water will stare back
at her
as the cars will glide past her,
(the rejection of her resume meant nothing
in comparison to the rejection from her lover.)

A man sits in the car in his garage
a capsule in his hand
and a gas leak in the trunk.
(no amount of promotions
which earnt him that car
could keep him afloat
as tax collectors harass his neighbors
for a tax return they are not going to
recieve.)

A woman will stand on a 2ft high
stool,
a rope in her hands
and a letter on the bed.
(the unborn child she caressed with alcohol
poisoning lingers in her mind
as she cannot bear the thought
of telling her husband that she loved whiskey
more than she did him.)

A boy will reside
in his fathers study,
his favourite book rested on the desk
and a gun in his hand.
(it never really was quite the same
after he left.)
....and who are we that Eton,Harrow do not see,
we are the sinking of the sun,the wreck of the S.S Great Britain has come.
Where once we were the universe,rulers of lands and seas,we have been brought down to our knees to slowly, slowly sink.

Drink and drugs the slugs and snails what ails us,do we know?
Council blocks and towers knock us down to build new towns and the green belt gets much tighter,landfills full up to the brim the doors of opportunity are locked,we can't get in,too fat,too thin,old school ties and gold tie pins and who are we?the
disenfranchised and despised by those that do not see the rising tide of poverty.

Those we passed on our way up are those who put a penny in this beggars cup and wave goodbye,the sky has dropped, the horizon dulled,pulled this and that way,can't pay the bills,drink and drugs the only thrills and betting on the three fifteen to race along another pointless dream,
horsemeat in the freezer section,the four fifteen was my selection which fell at the final fence.

Prozac helps us to relax,**** the council tax and income band just put two blue pills in my hand and make it seem like it's a dream and we're not sinking,what a scream,a film show,I should go and see the launch,exercise to lose this paunch.

Tomorrow I may rise to see my ship Great Britain back at sea or I could stay in bed and thread excuses on a needle,sew myself a sweater,keep the heat in,can't afford electric fires not like those out in the Shires where logs are burnt,money earnt is money burnt in my opinion.

Back to basics,Luddite hills and give me two more small blue pills,put them on the bills of lading,degrading I can do,but you have so much more and it's ship to shore on the radio,rise me hearties off we go,one more mad dash to make some more cash,undeclared that's only fair,
the revenue can go and ***** and spin upon that middle digit,fidgeting?it must be fleas,do fleas get brought down to their knees?

You see,
in this last scramble to the death I ramble on with my last breath,they haven't taxed my fresh air yet but I bet they will,drink and drugs for one more thrill,up anchor as I will at will to drift away into the sinking of just one more day.
Death-throws Mar 2015
come on sweet heart
chin up, don't tear yourself apart,
stand tall,
even though your 5'6'
disregard that , wear your six inch heals and strut with  brutish animosity
your a lion whose collar brandishes six inch spikes facing inwards now take of your leather back straps and show them what you've been working on
let the sun glint of your scars and make dam sure they know  how you earnt them

*LG
CASEY Dec 2013
You said you wanted to know,
How you appear through another's eyes.
I wonder though, how YOU see you,
How much of what I see is a disguise.

Well,

I want to tell you how you taste,
Of cool rain and fire.
With petalled lips and milky skin,
Flushing crimson with desire.

Sometimes I can hear the soft notes of the music that moves you,
Dancing along parted lips.
Spilling secrets and an incandescent light,
Celestial parts, that you'd normally eclipse.

Sometimes you seem far off,
Battling monsters beneath the surface.
Externally calm, like the eye of a storm,
While the rest of us play part in life's circus.

Sometimes I want to trace your scars,
Which only tell truths in part.
And cannot even begin to tell,
Of the scars criss-crossing your heart.

..and still, delicate, like intricate lace,
Following the curves of your figure.
Woman, you are beautiful!
I'm not sure how you can't see that in your mirror.

I do not know your story,
The things that you have seen.
But I can see you've earnt your armour,
Placed around you like a screen.

So, please forgive this, a glimpse of how I see.
You, your being, your purpose.

And despite all these things,
There's untold more beneath your surface.
Dylan James May 2010
To try rush love, is to grasp at infatuation
Neither earnt or deserved.

To cheat beg and borrow
Or arouse a facade
By fault or by flight
Is neither right,
Or a right.

But to learn is to make,
To shape
To mold.
Create within hands and soul
Embrace.
                Capture.
                                Build.
Repeat
Bit of a change in style...
RH 78 Nov 2015
From flat number 40 on the morning of January 6th 2004 I removed myself from the situation.

I felt free that day taking photo after photo looking at the world with new vigour hoping to remind myself one day in the future that the sun peeping through leafless trees on a sunny winters morning brought more joy into my life than anything else at that time.

Out of the blue two weeks later I received a phonecall from you telling me you were moving out.

A week after you moved out you told me you were going to San Francisco for a holiday.

A day after coming back from San Fransisco you told me you went there with another man.

A week after that you told me it was your boss.

A month before you moved out you told me your boss earnt good money and that we never did anything together anymore.

On the night of January 5th 2004 I read a text on your phone from an anonymous ID which said "you consume me. I can't wait to kiss you again"

The last time I saw you I told you I loved you despite the fact I knew you'd left me for your boss. In fact, I knew you'd let him take you away to San Fransisco and he had moved into your new flat. That was the day I realised you'd fallen from grace and I'd put you on an invisible pedestal for the last 8 years. We both needed to move on.

I smile on a sunny winters day when the sun peeps through leafless trees knowing I never wasted my love on you. You were a mere mortal looking for a way out.
Colin E Havard Mar 2014
And the zephyr teases,
Tossing to-and-fro saplings fresh'
Which tantalise the Currawong, cowering its call,
And glistening crystalline on dewy morn's.
---------
You *****,
You moan'
You complain,
And you whinge.
---------
Hello,
Can I help you?
Or, better still, can you help me?!?
I've lost my mind,
Though I'm never sure I possessed it;
And if I did - I regret its escape.
---------
The pretentious poverty of money -
They think they look good, but what's really funny
Is the narcissistic approach that they tackle life -
Like everything is owed and nothing earnt;
Lucky to live amid so few excursions into reality.
---------
240 volt vac, attached to one's ball-sack
Jaw slack until the power is racked -
Up goes your nuts and voice pitches
To new dimensions, shrill and pre-pubescent.
Tears that masculinity denies appear in the corner
Of eyes steeled, and vacantly appreciative.
---------
You, my friend, can kiss my ****,
The **** you speak is but a farce -
Unrelated to the life we realise, experience;
Alien to any who maintain their conscience.
10/10/2002
Mardi Grass-E-****. Hola! Earlwood
Life's a Beach Jun 2014
I've been taught to take a beating
It's been enbedded in my skin
A tendency to stare within
and find unknown inadequacies

I've been taught to see
With varied sight
Taught to see only dark
To shun the light.

If someone yells
I must deserve it
If someone hurts
I must have earnt it
When someone grieves
I must relieve it
because it must have been my fault

Take every scream
with a pinch of salt
and time will pass
your shivers
as you wither
melt
away

This is why I take every day as it comes
and find it hard to stare a
checkout girl
in the eye.

And why I expect everyone to
almost definitely to
say they're through, and sigh
goodbye

I've been taught to take a beating
I wondered why you wondered why.
Izzy Mar 2013
Scars,
Like a red wine stain
On an ivory dress.

They stain my Ivory skin,
And yet,
I wear them proud.

They are my medals,
Earnt in war.
In love.

In hate?
In hatred of who?
Me or you?

They offend you,
Your eyes can't lie like your mouth.
They scream the truth.

As do these,
The truth is I suffered once,
I hurt once,

You think me weak,
But I am strong,
You shame me.
You are wrong.
Nigdaw Jun 2019
The atheist walks
Past the supermarket
Seeing only shoppers,
Buying their daily bread
Earnt by working nights on security, or
Days serving zombied customers
At drive through takeaways
Getting abused, watching the litter
Pile up from don't give a toss
Attitudes diving immaculate cars,
He sees shattered dreams in the homeless
Begging to survive another day
In pavement poverty,
Preying on good will by sliding doors
In the rain,
Teenagers pushing prams, abandoned
To a cruel world of benefits and scams
Just to make ends meet,
Men wheeling six packs to their hatchbacks
Hoping they have enough *****
To block out another weekend
Of the wife moaning about never going out
And the grass needs cutting,
He smells the pollution of all the cars
Driven a few hundred yards
For a pack of cigarettes
And some dried noodles for the kids for lunch
Just to shut them up,
He sees only individuals
Railing against each other, falling
Over their directionless lives
All wanting to be somewhere, NOW.
He pushes past them all
Never looking up, never acknowledging
A single face, knowing his place
In the crowd.

But I see the woman who stops
In her nurses uniform
Tired from another 12 hour shift
Smiling at the beggar she drops him her change,
Takes her shopping to the car
Looking forward to a family meal together,
Waits for someone to pull out of their parking space
As she leaves for a humble home
Built on love,
I still see a light in the darkness.
Ghxstcxt Apr 2022
Reality hits
I gasp for my breath
I can see again after a red mist
Gaze at the destruction
There's nothing left
Bridges have been broken
Lives have been torn
Ripped apart by an anger
Without any cause
An anger without thought
The brunt of the damage is a verbalised slew
There's a weight to my words at the end of this fuse
All my mates are like DUDE!
Calm down...!
The **** is it with you?!
I'm like the opposite of Midas
What I touch turns to ****
Just pass me that **** to relieve myself
And I take a couple hits
But then I'm a car crash in a moment
A mental explosion
So I try and stop my involvement
This **** lasts for about a week
Till curiosity gets the better
And I've had another draw
Back to the start again I guess
Now my brains chillin with Curious George
Okay, I'll tell you a little bit more
About this "fellow"
This "Curious George"
It's a name for a thought
Telling you to dabble, to cause
Mischief and mayhem with packs of drugs
Your well earnt money has bought
Taking over conscious thought
Is his final master plan
Deception is his game
In the form of a helping hand
"Experiment with my **** to see what life is like"
"How can you say no to these wicked ideas"
"Yeah just take a pill, it'll get rid of your fears"
Now you're crawling around
Whilst you're bashed off your face
Climbing up ladders,
When really they're snakes
Then it's on to the tabs
You taste that tingle on your tongue
"Go on, lick another one, the fun has only just begun"
So you do another one
Until you've never had enough.
The life and stuff you knew before dims and fades away
A never-ending state
A shadow of your former self
A conscious living grave
Or that would've been the case
Had there not been a saving grace
To aid along the way
Polly Feb 2018
I don’t know why I was put on this Earth
born into a life I didn’t deserve
seen so many fall around me, walking right beside me till one day
I’m alone and taking up a space I never earnt
How do I justify my position when there are so many greats missing,
Trying to compare what I feel is my worth
to that of the departed and I can’t make the numbers work

I’ve made so many attempts on my life
I must be feline
and if I die tonight please know that this was number nine
but I’ve been close enough to the edge to know
there is no beginning and no end
just transitioning between what we see
and the spaces in between
I’ve travelled parallel my whole life
I’ve seen where souls collide in paradise
see we are all connected by the things we’ve done
the memories we keep, the thoughts we have and the people we’ve loved
Dev Oct 2018
I want to be super popular
I want to have lots of friends
I want to have flowy hair
With no pesky split ends
I want to be a superstar
Like no ones ever seen
I want to have the whitest teeth
That actually hurt when they gleam
I want to be super thin
Like a model starved for the runway
I want to have bigger lips
Like I’ve eaten a six inch subway
I want to have a small personality
That everyone can enjoy
I want to be the sorta girl
Who would never be a toy
I want to be kind and smart
And treated kind of nicely
Because I’d be the kind of person
You’d actually want to treat nicely.
I guess I drew the short straw in this life
A girl who’s completely opposite
But if I ever become this blessed girl
I’ll know that I’ll have earnt it.
I’ll stop complaining now :p
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Alone


There are only so many times you can go to a dry well,
Begging for water when you are dying of thirst.
I have exchanged my last token, so no words will be spoken;
No thoughts can be shared, my empathy hurts.
All I need is one, but for me love is gone.
Something I used to do, but now? None.


I cannot pray for what I cannot ask for.
I cannot beg or implore for a new love to adore,
Because I have either closed every open door,
Or they have been slammed in my face, no questions asked,
No more.


No more love for me; my heart a disease.
Take it with ease.
I have already given it to a thousand lost souls
And there is no more gold to be earnt from a piece of me,
That does not work to find a thing that does not exist,
When God knows I have tried!


All I need is a simple kiss, yet no lips exist for my benefit.
They are for others, who already have lovers
And are also cheating love with former lovers.
And me?
Oh brother!
Do not even bother to ask about my love life,
Because you have endless names in your black book of abundance.
It does not make me useful when I am redundant,
To all who need love, because I am a closed book.
My story already written; read and done.


I have had enough of love to last me a lifetime…
Apparently.
I did not think so before, but now I am sure.
I exist therefore I am alone.
My epitaph scrawled across a cardboard home
And I am alone,
I am alone,
I am alone,
Alone.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Robert J Howard May 2017
Hot coffee
Swallowed too quick
Cold water
Allowed to stick.

Too many thoughts
Things to do
Too many noughts
Life in lieu.

Write it all down
Scratch it off your mind
Drink it all down
Let the spring unwind.

Cleanse your soul
Straight from the bowl
An earnt taboo
Burnt just for you.
Striving
hayley Leeds Apr 2016
If you want love, you have to wait for it,
If you want trust you have to earn it.
If you want the truth you have to be able to take it,
and if you want freedom sometimes you have to fight for it.

If you want a friend you have to be one,
If you want a good job you have to work for it.
If you want to be heard you need to speak out,
if you want to be seen you have to be noticed
and if you want to be good at something you have to practice.

If you want something you can't always just go out and get it,
you have to be patient, something's have to be earnt others have to be found.
Some you have to work for and the rest you just have to be yourself,
because you can't always rely on someone else.
Nicola Pillai Feb 2021
She stood there patiently waiting
For the steam to dissipate
As the mirror slowly revealed the lines
That earnt a place on her face

Honest, open and naked
Exposed and filter-free
Taking a moment to witness  
The beautiful chaos she turned out to be

A flurry of deep emotions  
At the mercy of her reflection
The room dead with silence
Through her eyes, her soul did beckon  

Now that the guise was lifted
She welcomed the tears of pain
A euphoric and deep connection
Healing only she could mend

She lingered there a while longer
Enjoying her presence and space
Willing to take the next step
It was written all over her face

Embarking on a new journey
A promise she needed to make  
To love and respect herself
For if not, it would be her biggest mistake
A journey of self love and respect
Harry Roberts Jul 2019
Irony so sweet it tickles
A shiver inside your mind ripples
Feed on the flood you starved on trickles
What you weave casts back in triples.

Find the center
Firm on two feet
Your mind you should enter
So mistakes don't repeat.

Serenity is learnt
Inside your darkest yearn
Accepting all you weren't
While being all you've earnt.
John Bartholomew Oct 2019
If the BBC...
Knew how we all really do talk in the car,
Of our real opinions,
Our views,
Of what we think of certain people in life,
How our daily chat is embroiled in what they don't report,
Our loves that don't include politics,
A real box to tick,
Who we hate,
Who we really do rate,
And who should go into that next big seat at No.10,
Then the BBC should speak to the man on the street,

The British builder,
The factory worker
The delivery driver
The plumber
The average office worker
The struggling student and not those whose parents have money
The small towns near Grimsby,Bristol and those in Newcastle
The real man
The Nine til Five and then the Seven til' Eleven
The every penny earnt and still they are struggling

If the BBC actually reported on this,
Then this would be the real Britain they would be showing,
Yet,

JJB
Jonny May 2019
Does 10 minutes mean I'm done
listening to Illmatic like automatic
4:08 will be finished instead of
3:50 and I'll follow the narrative
Peace and tension from the minutes left
Until I'm done
Philosophy please do this justice
Stream of feeling and I need a story
Maybe the cause alone can carry a
Reason why I'm an artist, was the cause enough
To show why I'm here
Neat little bow and I'm searching for a beat
Like I have earnt it, And I mean money
What does it mean to earn without currency
Mutually exclusive, I search and search my
Mind for the right feeling as it appears
And know the considered approach would yield
Allusions of grandeur as it should
Yes, it does end.
The beat is a motivator
'Cos what else would it do
The weight of capitalism, **** what's it matter,
Maybe I'm looking for that person who
Matters so inrefutibly that I just stop
And commit until the end.
Florence Mar 2019
I’ve earnt my purity.
Eternally safe at night from fingers in the dark.
Please don’t look at me like that.
I know what you’re thinking and
No.
I don’t have *******.
Or lips.

Eternally clean.
Big Virge Dec 2019
Do You Ever Get The URGE To Write Down Words ...
Which When Observed Help People ... LEARN ... ?!?    
  
Its HARD To Know What's Good To Use ... ?  
When Writing Prose That Gives Out Clues ...  
About Your Views And ... " Darkest Moods " ... !!!  
    
When Some Conclude That ... " You've got issues ! " ...  
    
EVERYONE DOES And That's The TRUTH ... !!!  
    
So DON'T Write For THEM ... !!!!!  
Try .... Writing For YOU .... !!!!!    
    
Do You Feel ... IMPELLED ... ?  
Or In Other Words ... URGED ... ?  
Or Let's Say ... COMPELLED  .... !?!  
To SELL YOURSELF To Acquire Wealth ... !?!  
    
Such An Urge Can Make Some Learn ...  
To Do Things THAT Make Stomachs CHURN ... !!!  
    
Like MANY Have Said It's HARD TO EARN ... !!!  
ESPECIALLY When You Try To Collect ...    
When It's ... NOT Your Turn ... !!!?!!!  
    
"DO NOT PASS GO, GIVE BACK THAT CASH !"  
    
"I Think You KNOW You Haven't Earnt HAT !"  
    
That's Just A Joke But It Makes Me MAD ... !!!  
When CERTAIN Folks Leave People BROKE ... !!!!!  
    
Like Certain Police Who've Now Been Shown ...  
To ROB Old People of Their Homes ... !?!  
    
So That They Can Pay For FIVE STAR Holidays ... ?!?  
That's A News Story I've Read ... Today ... !!!  
    
Well I'm GLAD To Say He's Been LOCKED AWAY ... !!!!!  
    
So Do You Ever Get The Urge To Chat Up Girls ... ?  
Especially When They've ...    
Got Those Curves That Make Heads Turn ... ?!!!?    
    
Be CAREFUL Now You May Get BURNED ... !!!!!  
    
If She Looks THAT HOT She's Probably Got ...    
A Number of Hounds Chasing Her Around Town ... !!!!!  
    
And May Often Work Her Way Down South ...  
With A Mouth Just Like A CIRCUS CLOWN ... !!!!!!  
    
And Probably Gives It Up  ...  
For Money ANY Currency ...    
Dollars Euros Or Pounds ... !!!!!  
    
I Can Hear Them Now !  
    
"Without some cash for me to burn,  
Control that urge, and wait your turn !"  
    
I'm Saying Girls What's Up With THAT ... ?!?  
    
I URGE You To Show MORE Virtue ... !!!  
There's CLEARLY Something WRONG With You ... !!!!!    
    
So ...    
Do You Ever Get The URGE To Use ****** Tools ... !?!  
    
Well Like The Girls In THAT Last Verse ...  
Such PERVERSE Attitudes Prove You Probably DO ... !!!  
    
Well That's NOT Quite True ... !!!  
    
Don't Get It Confused ... !!! ? !!!  
Some Couples Now Choose To Fill Bedrooms ...  
With ****** Cuffs And OTHER Stuff ...    
To Feed Their Needs For WILD *** Sprees ... !!!  
    
Now Let Me Explain ...  
My Views On This Subject STRAIGHT And PLAIN ... !!!  
    
I REALLY LOVE *** ... !!!!!  
    
But **** Underwear Is Enough For Me ... !!!!!  
Because I Have To Say It's Great to Play ... !!!!!!  
But At The End of The Day ...  
*** ISN'T A Game When Girls Cry ... " **** " ... !!!!!!!  
    
Some Girls Get The Urge When They Feel HURT ...  
To SET MEN UP When They've Had ENOUGH ... !!!!!  
    
"Come on, pull my hair, yes there, Ooooo YEAH !"    
    
THEY ARE Out There So Fellas BEWARE ... !!!!!  
BEFORE You End Up In A ... " Courtroom Chair " ... !!!!!  
    
SCARY Words ... !!!!!  
But Do You Ever Get The URGE ... ?  
To Just RETURN To Your ... " Ex-girl " ... ?  
    
Well That's An URGE That May NOT Work ... !!!  
Because She Is Your Ex For A Reason ... YES ... !!!!!  
    
If You MISS HER ... COOL ...  
But DON'T Be  A FOOL ...  
    
PLEASE THINK It Through If You Make That Move ...  
Lay Down The Rules Then DO YOUR DO .... !!!!!!  
    
Just Like ... " BRAND NEW " ... !!!!!!!  
    
So Do You Ever Get The URGE To Simply OBSERVE ...    
And Watch Individuals ... In This World ... ?  
    
I Have To Say Sometimes I Do ...    
Because It Helps Me Fuel My Poetic Wordplay ...  
That's Why My Words Leave So MANY STIRRED ... !!!!!  
I Guess Some THINK I'm A Bit DISTURBED ... !!!!!!!  
    
I URGE Them To NOT Hold Such Views ... !!!    
    
It's REALITY ... My Poetry ... !!!!!  
And Is Mostly Based On Things I've Seen ... !!!  
    
If My Words SHOCK Or Give You KNOCKS ... !!!  
Like Marvin Said ... " What's Going On ? " ...  
    
Can You NOT SEE Things Are Going WRONG ... !!!!!  
    
From Relationships To Modern Day Kids ...  
I'm Simply Sharing My Views On Things ...  
    
Things Like STINGS For Diamond Rings ...  
And Peoples' Cash To Live Life FLASH ... !!!  
    
While MANY Have NOTHING DON'T It Make You MAD ... ?!?  
    
That's Why I Get The URGE To Put Pen To Pad ...  
And Write These Words That Sometimes HURT ...    
    
When Based On FACT WHATEVER THAT Is .... !?!  
These Days We See So MANY Things That Make Us SICK ...    
From Poli-Tricks To .... " Starving Kids " ... !!!  
This Is Why I Think Like GOOD Music ...    
    
We NEED To PRESERVE This Use of Words ...  
Through .... " Poetry " ....  
    
So ... EVEN If They DISTURB Or Leave You STIRRED ...    
When It Comes To ... Words ...  
    
" Do You EVER Get The Urge ? "
Sarah Crisp Jan 2019
Rhyme comes easy-
Which word rhymes with this word-
And all that
Although if poetry was just rhyming
And timing
It would fall flat
There’s something hidden in the words
You can taste it
The perfect phrase and all the ways
A human heart
Can be paraphrased-
You can’t fake it
These words aren’t just words
They’re feelings and you’ve earnt them
That hollow in your soul
Where it hurts?
This pain is worth it
Writing this on my phone... not sure if there’s a way to add italics?
Jay 1988 Aug 2017
The stars burn above the canvas tent, and the rain clouds gather over
The earth is soaked. the water fell into my midnight resting shelter
felt like I was twenty but i was seventy-three, in my youth I’d been a soldier
The federal army had no use for me no more, now i dream of what to do when i get older
I left home many years ago
My wife when asked how’s Johnny she sighs “I don’t know”
every so often arrives a battered and weathered note
and it says my dear I’ve not forgotten you
I’d walks for miles over the desert floors and roads that climb those mountains
Rode ******* through the deserted ravines and straight through all those kids who doubted
One night in July, the sky was bright over the Californian sands
I was tired; fell to my knees and my eyes kissed the land
The vultures were swarming in the heavens above, but below the cotton clouds
Ready to take their pickings but there ain’t much meat on these bones, and my slow breathing, the only sound
In the tiny village i left, years ago, i promised Mary riches and gold
Now as i lay there with the sun piercing through this skin those dreams are growing cold
In the straw roofed house, I once called home, Mary’s cooking dinner, all alone
And every so often arrives a battered and weathered note that reads my dear I’ve not forgotten you
I dream of Mary in her beautiful rags, the house is falling, my son needs a dad, last time I held him he would fit in my arms but then the army came and got me
They took me away from all that I knew, I earnt my money, I played the fool
Women would greet me in each town I stayed
Mary, my heart was faithful, it was my hands that strayed
I don’t ever know if I will see you again, I lay here in the dirt tracks waiting for the rain
I spent all my money in bars and sacred places, women offer beer, dressed in black laces
But I promised way back before I went away, I don’t know how long I’m going but I’ll be back home some day
Pull up with pockets weighted with gold, buy you some nice clothes, fill in the holes
That let the water fall through our roof and roll across your cheeks as you sleep
The fire’s burning, the air is cold, my heart is young but my body is old
The vultures are swarming, the moon hits the skies, the night is on fire, the days sun dies
I lay here waiting to be found, my earthly form imprinted here on the ground
Mary’s at home, unaware, then she hears a sweet whisper in her ear
I said my dear I’ve not forgotten you
Big Virge Dec 2019
These Days I See ...  
So MUCH ... IGNORANCE ... !!!  
From People On The Street ...  
To Those Who CLAIM To Be ... !!!  

The BEST of Friends ... !!!!!  
And Those Who've Made Your ... " Acquaintance " ...
  
"Nice to meet you !"  
  
"Nice to meet you TOO !"  
  
I Met A Girl Today ...  
She Seemed ... Pretty Cool ... ?!?  
  
"Be careful now Virge, don't pre-judge her !  
First impressions, need dissecting !  
Don't get it confused, and don't be fooled !!!  
If she's got issues, you'll face abuse !  
Decent women nowadays are rare like jewels !!!!!"  
  
Well Now I KNOW This Is THE TRUTH ... !!!  
So Here's Some Prose That'll Give You PROOF ... !!!  
  
I See This Girl Quite Often Now ... !!!  
Even Had Her Number For A While ...  
Kind of Liked Her Style And Her Profile ...  
  
But As Time Moved Her Actions Proved ...  
She Has ... " STRANGE MOODS " ...  
And Can Be CRUDE And YES Quite RUDE ... !!!  
  
Whenever She Heard My Use of Rhyme ....  
She'd say ..."She liked my rhyme designs" ...  
  
Pretty Much ALL The Time ...  
Now That's NO CRIME ... !!!  
  
But Sometimes She Would Act Like ... I ...  
Was Invisible ... And Just Walk By ... ?!?  
  
Now In My Mind I'd Ask Myself ... " WHY " ... ?!?  
Maybe She's Shy Now That Can't Be Right ... !?!  
She's NOT That Way On Stage With A Mic ... !?!  
  
But Then One Night I Did NOT Like ...  
The Way She Tried To Just ... FLY BY ...  
  
I Said ...  
  
"Excuse me dear, didn't you see me here ?"  
  
Now Her Reply Made ... CLARITY Strike ... !!!!!  
  
"You haven't been around, for such a long time,  
that I have no reason, to stop and say, hi !"  
  
Well That DEFINES ....  
  
" Out of sight, OUT of mind " ... !!!  
  
So CLEARLY Before She Was Being ... " Polite " ...  
When Saying She Liked The Words I Write ... ???  
  
Well These Next Lines She May ... " DISLIKE " ... !!!!!  
I Took Her Attitude As A Minimal ... " Slight " ...  
  
Her Swings of Mood Indicate Coc' Lines ... !!!!!  
  
Unfortunately ... I DON'T SUPPLY ... !!!  
I Simply Write Rhymes About IGNORANT Types ... !!!!!  
  
Young And Old ...  
And Those Within The Poetry Fold ... !!!  
  
For An Art Form USED To DEEPLY Express ...  
It Seems To Draw ... DISRESPECT Insects ... !!?!!  
Who Do THIS MORE And Express LESS ... !!!!!  
  
My Words UPSET Them And Their Friends ... !!!!!  
I Guess They'd Say ...  "I'm IGNORANT !" ...  
  
Well If I Am I'm HAPPY TO BE ...  
When It Comes To Their Clan ... !!!!!  
  
Their Bourgeois Sect of Collective Intellects ...  
They'll EARN My Respect When They Learn To GIVE RESPECT ...  
  
Respect Is EARNT But Mine Is DUE ... !!!!!  
Because I DON'T ACT Like An IGNORANT FOOL ... !!!!!  
Those Who KNOW ME Would Say ... "THAT'S TRUE !" ...  
But People These Days Let Their EGOS RULE ... !!!!!  
YES I've Got One Too But I STILL Pay Dues ... !!!!!  
  
And KEEP Using My Pen ...  
To PROVE I'm THE MAN Again and Again ... !!!!!  
  
My Ego's BIG But NOT So Big To Think That I'm ABOVE ...  
Speaking To People Who SHOW ME LOVE ... !!!!!!!  
  
And Giving My RESPECT To A GOOD POET ... !!!!!!  
  
IGNORANCE ... Is NOT My Way ... !!!  
I'll ALWAYS  Say HELLO ... !!!  
Once We've Exchanged A View Or Two ...  
Especially If I Think You're Cool ... !!!  
  
Why Give Out Your Number And Then Be RUDE ... ?!?  
I'm NOT Being Funny But You've Got ISSUES ... !!!!!  
And CLEARLY NEED To Return To SCHOOL ... !!!!!!  
  
DON'T Complain ...
If You Get ABUSED And DON'T BACKTRACK ...  
Coc's NOT YOUR DRUG ... Step Up To CRACK ... !!!!!!!!!!!  
  
I'm JOKING YES But Disrespect ...  
Is Something WE ... ALL NEED TO  Check.  
  
It's EVERYWHERE ... !!!!!!  
Why join THAT CLUB Why Be SO DUMB ..... ?!?!?  
  
Use YOUR BRAIN ...  
Before You CROSS The ... " WRONG SOMEONE " ... !!!!!  
Who May Just Choose To Leave You ... " NUMB " ... !!!!!  
  
Too MANY NOW Succumb To Pulling These Stunts ...  
And Are The Ones' ... Who End Up STUNNED ... !!!!!  
  
The PROBLEM Is ...  
Todays' THUGS DON'T PUNCH ... !!!!!!  
  
These Days They Seem ... ?  
To Like ... " KNIVES And GUNS " ... !!!  
  
It's A Bit EXTREME ... !!!!!  
But That's The Way These IGNORAMUSES Be ...  
In Todays' ..... " Societies " .....  
  
IGNORANCE Comes In MANY FORMS ... !!!  
So HEED These Words ... I DO IMPLORE ... !!!!!  
  
IGNORANCE Is A ... NASTY DISEASE ... !!!  
These Days We Have NEW IGNORANT Breeds ... !!!  
  
Who AREN'T Like Me ...  
A Man Who Vents My Anger Through Poetry ...  
  
THEY Are The Type Who'll Make You BLEED ... !!!!!  
Then Walk Away SINGING ... " Quite Happily " ... !!!!!!!!  
  
DON'T Listen To Me If You Want To See ...  
A Pathway To That Place ... " HADES " ... !!!  
  
That Makes Little Sense To Me ... ?!?  
  
You CAN'T ... "Pick and Choose" ...  
When You Want To Be Friends ...  
And SHOULDN'T DISRESPECT Acquaintances ... !!!!  
  
If They Get UPSET ....  
What'll Be Your DEFENCE ... ?!?  
  
For Displaying ... SUCH ...  
  
..... " IGNORANCE " .... !?!?!
Peoples' ignorance at times, is truly beyond belief, and have proven to be, great inspiration for this piece !

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