Jordan Rowan Jan 2016
She's like devil himself
Except she's real
I ask her how she looks at me
What she thinks and how she feels
She just smiles
And says "That's not the deal"

She can't be trusted
But she's all I have
And like an old rusted car
She's the best but breaks my back
And when it's over
I'll realize that I love being trapped

I'm bound to fall
It's just who I am and what I do
And when I tell her so
She will laugh and sleep with you
And stumble home
Smelling of someone else's truth

I think I like it
When she tells me she's not in love
Because if I'm being honest
I have never really been enough
And I've made my peace with that
Just as long as she likes it rough
Undone Jul 30
I guess she was the one
And I was just for fun








I don’t blame you
I don’t want me either
I wish I was good enough
A little box
Without a key
You hold an air
Of mystery
To sit and glare
Right up there
Flashing red in front of me

I am the one who fills it
And I fill it with myself
No one would guess what's in you
Sitting up atop my shelf

I have thought of your discovery
The pros
And all the cons
But looking at my history
All candidates are wrong

So I suppose you'll stay a secret
I'll keep you to myself
Painted red,
Flashing dread
Little box on my shelf
Please forget you saw this
Ah the perfect boy

Mushy and gushy, all human like, with normal human skin, and smile

Scratch that

Heavy body armor, brandishing a sword, born in the mid 15th century

Hmmm, no

Aluminim for hair, copper in his head, lack of understanding of any type of human emotions

That's not right, no

How about
Scales?
Not possible
Gills?
Smells fishy
A being of pure light energy?
Sigh, beyond my comprehension

I guess I'll just get
A pet rock
Im celebration of international rock day
percy Jul 24
the sink is full of my blood and spit
it coalesces and swells into the drain and down into a network of rusted pipes
never to be seen again
its so odd
i release bits of myself into the void
and it's never registered to me before
the organic matter that composites my body, my self
is always in various forms returning to the atmosphere
whether it be my skin cells flaking away from my fingertips
or my blood and spit
disappearing down into a metal case dug deep into the earth
i am constantly becoming apart of everything
but it doesn't scare me
i actually find it rather inviting
just thinkin. lol
Paul Butters Nov 2014
A drop of Aussie poetry (guess from where):

The liquid amber is a nice drop.
I especially like the sherbert on top.
It caresses my taste buds with flavour
And I enjoy its savour.

An Australian man’s home is his Castlemaine XXXX
Full of Foster Children
Drinking nectar.
From New South Wales, Australia - 37C Plus.
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