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Cat Fiske Aug 2015
the order,
the routine,
the rules,
the reasons I want to skip class,
the reasons I do,
the reasons I get detentions,
the reasons I never show,
the schedule,
the lack of order,
the up,
the back down?
the back up then down again but across the school on top of it!
the swimming pool,
the ******* swimming pool,
the **** no I'm not swimming,
the I won't make it to math class.
the guidance office,
the guidance counselor,
the guidance counselor who says she hopes she's not taking up my time,
the period is my lunch,
the location i'm in,
the guidance office,
the problem,
the fact its every monday wednesday and friday,
the fact I may wanna eat,
the fact I wanna see my friends,
the fact you're taking my little social life away,
the bell rings,
the ring is the most joyful irritating noise I hear all day,
the fact I forgot about the freshman for a second,
the ring is the second irritating noise I hear all day.
the next class is science,
the fact your required appointment runs too long,
the fact your class is so far away,
the fact you have a minute rather than five to get there,
the fact you don't make it halfway before the bell rings,
the fact you start crying because you are late for class,
the fact your life is over,
the fact you duck into the bathroom,
the sticky doors are of no concern right now,
the bathroom stalls are all empty,
the middle one you claim and you sit,
the floor you sit, you cry, try to be silent,
the effort to breath, trying not to have a full on panic attack,
the things going on in your head,
the dread pours in,
the anxiety levels rushes in.
the thoughts poor in and spill even when its over flown,
the fact you call your mom,
the fact she gets you off the floor,
the fact she reminds you,
the fact you have to touch that sticky door,
the door you touched once before,
the hand you touch the door with you used to wipe tears with,
the sly way to open the door,
the silence you make,
the bent down head,
the quite,
the trying to act normal,
the nothings going on trip,
the way to the main office,
the fact you on the phone in the hallway,
the fact you made it to the office,
the fact the principal wants to see you,
the fact you start explaining what happened,
the schedule,
the wrongs,
the wrongs they caused,
the people they put in classes to embarrass you,
the abuse the teachers gave you,
the list rambled on and on,
the fact he yelled at you,
the fact he said you were not being respectful,
the fact this school never gave you respect,
the fact they took everything you had left,
the fact he continued to yell til the office ladys got up
the ladys got up,
the people flocked to the door,
the principal went silent,
the fact you still continued to cry,
the fact he acted as if nothing happened,
the fact he tried to say he was gonna fix it all,
the fact you both knew nothing was going to happen,
the fact you both were right,
the fact once you parted ways you were then greeted with a call down,
the fact someone sent you to the nurse,
the walk was the best part,
the pondering of what its for, allergies, medication information?
the arrival is shocking to you,
the nurse greets you and leads you,
the small room you cornered into,
the place where she asks to view you,
the places on your body like your arms,
the fact she implies other places could be searched
the next time
the fact you now know this will happen again,
the fact you having an anxiety attack,
the fact you wanted to say no,
the fact you know if you did,
the next act they'd do is send you to the hospital,
the scare tactics is not fair,
the fact you go home,
the fact you cry,
the fact you don't wanna go back to this place,
the fact they won't let you transfer,
the fact you have done all you could of done.
the fact that they still have the nerve to of ****** up your schedule.
2 events that happened to days after each other combined, so its a bit exaggerated, but it's all true things, except it happened on two different days not the same.
Gidgette Mar 2016
The Lady had him chained
In that white, tile room
Where she'd spent many painful hours
Contemplating her doom
The police didn't even
Have a clue he was missing
The Lady hired a *******
Who drugged him while kissing
The poor dumb *****
As a witness was silenced
She lay dead in the alley way
Her death, it was violent
Now, in the white tile room
He'd been bleeding all the while
The Lady stood outside the door
Wearing a murderous smile
He awoke with a scream
Looked around, saw fingers missing
He remembered fading out
While he and the ***** had been kissing
Realising where he was
His bleeding body began to shake
He knew The Lady was taking revenge
For all his ****** mistakes
Many nights he'd chained her here
Just to hear her scream
But now he was in her place
Like a bad ******* dream
Outside the door he heard a noise
It was a murderous humming
He knew that sound well
It was a chainsaw running
The Lady stepped through the door
Rage on her face
He struggled to get away
But he would lose this race
The Lady revved the chainsaw up
He started to beg
The Lady wouldn't hear it
And off came his leg
Now that white tile room
Wasn't white anymore
Blood, fingers, and body parts
Littered the floor
The Lady slid down the wall
Sat down and took a breath
Now all around her
Was the sight and smell of death
The Lady didn't mind
No, she didn't care
Because in Love and war
All is fair
amme Nov 2016
Skating on thin ice my whole life like a figureskater.
First price on sight but the stripes, resembles a broken picture.

A golddigger... Go figure.
Writing straight from my heart so every bar tender. I remember a night in december,
from a walk in the park to a shot in the dark, I wasnt that cleaver.
Pretended to be concious and smart but now the scars on my arms shows that Im a beginner.
Sober for 3 years yet addicted to your liquor.
Sparked my transmitter when ladys slipper fell off after our first dinner,
But I never knew cinderella was a heavy hitter.
Couldnt connect the dots so now im on the ground with seven stars above my head like I got hit with the big dipper.

PTSD...
But **** all the modesty, I just need honesty...
My writtens a blasphemy (blast for me) but I can't be myself anymore like broken prophecy so God,
accept my apology, beacuse there's a monster inside of me that produces sick thoughts like it knew biology.


Some might say im insane but **** my brain, my heart is always by my side. Deranged thoughts but love tells me when its a lie.
So stay in my lane and embrace the fact that we all are going to die or live to busy and miss the heartbeat that takes you to the otherside.
Ginamarie Engels Feb 2011
strawberry frenchfries dipped in chocolate fondue.
cry me an 8 oz cup of water when i step on you with my giant blue shoe.
dance through the forest with gnomes stapled to your shoulders.
hide your foil gum wrappers in manila folders.
left and right. front to back,
oxygen in the atmosphere may lack.
pluto and jupiter intertwine when night falls.
orange and green leather sewn to your ragdoll.
licking the excess frito crumbs from under your fingernails,
eyes pealed to the scenery of wacky inmates in jail.
selfish yellow and blue fish yelling at dr. seuss,
reading books in sunrooms drinking orange juice.
camera flashes and ripped dollar bills,
making chocolate pancakes on top of cherry hills.
hazy eyes drowning into a dream,
winter nights as cold as ben&jerrys; ice cream.
red hand chasing numbers on a clock,
movement of legs turns muscles into rock.
acid drops from black heart clouds falling onto driveways.
little kids on scooters munching on happy meals while saddened by the loss of sunrays.
23 degrees celsius and shine forcing itself through.
ice cream trucks and roadraged humans trying to get through.
bumble bee roads with lines and street signs,
teens boredum, smoking dope, drinking *****, getting fines.
police on the prowl everyday, every night, seeing through lies,
keeping their sight wide-open like a mouth in surprise.
fettuchini alfredo at fancy restaurants.
ice cold water knocked over on a ladys lap.
words missing letters, conversations missing sound.
apples and basketballs losing shape and sense of round.
flat chested skinny ******* slipping through cracks in wooden floors,
obese transexuals getting stuck in between doors.
puzzle pieces glued to the top of a bald head,
veins appear blue but blood is red.
blowing kisses, blowing out candles
cats,dogs,birds wearing sandals.
Bellie-boo Nov 2013
It was such a delightful evening,
When,
He came to say "Sorry but I am leaving."
I felt  my breath stop my heart pause  but then,
"I love love you still.
As you should know.
I always have and I alway will.
To  prove my love to you I shall show.
That for every place and everyday,
I travel farther,
I will find someway to say,
You are my only true lover."
So with that he went,
Leaving the promise of a postcard for days away he said.
And everyday one was sent,
And everyday one was read.

Moscow, Russia
Time here is quiet cold,
I hope in my absence that your heart has not been sold.

Copenhagen, Denmark
The people here are sweet,
For you any man I'd beat.

Warsaw, Poland
At my hotel the  floor buttons stars at zero then works up it took nearly an hour to get to my room,
When I get home into your heart  shall I zoom.

Nicosia, Cyprus
The only place to have a map  on its falg till  2008,
You are my desier's only bait.

San Jose, Costa rica
There are so many people here it seems like you can't go five feet without hitting some one,
Love you more then the moon and stars ***.

Addis aababa, Ethiopia
I love you still,
I always will.

Helsiniki, Finland
Their school education is ranked number one,
Maybe we should move and start a family four kids, a cat, a dog could be fun.

Cairo, Egypt
The sites here are amazing (much more than just sand),
What size do  you supose you'd wear for a wedding band?

Athens, Greece
They say it's the cradil of civilization,
They pride themselfs on civilization.

Reykjavik, Iceland
Aka: suprizingly not cold,
Hope my  rambles arn't getting too old.

Male, Maldives
The capital was built on a 2sq mile island yet there are hardly any beaches,
What's in season there again, Peaches?

Bucharest, Romania
While the older men chase after me with sharp sticks the young ladys scream for kisses (grandma says it has something to do with Twilight?)
MY LOVE AND WISHES.

...
.............
...

I go to work without a note,
All I can do is hope.

The day is silent,
nothing was sent.

I walk home as it starts to poor,
My hearts acks soar.

My unbrella's red dome gleams in the gloomy sky,
At my doorstep there is this guy.

His cap pulled down soaked to the bone,
He pulls out a slip of paper that shone.

I take and read it...

HERE, Now
I pray you still love me,
I swear there isn't a fee.
If you still love me,
Pray it be.

"My paciante child, will you marry me?"
Tears form and  he is all I can see.

"Yes!"
My hair is an awful mess.

But I don't care,
I sling my arms around him a hug is the first thing in years we share.

"I love you, too."
Denise Vazquez Jun 2012
I wanted to give you my all
But whats the point if im just gana fall
Thers a side of me you'll probably never know
Maybe its best it we take it slow
Because theres things you leave unsaid
Leading to ******* in my head
Why does everything feel so wrong
**** it ill take a couple of hits from this ****
On weekends ill take a night off with my ladys
Now im all dolled up and suddently im your baby
But when i needed my man you werent around
No time for sorry sssh i dont want to hear a sound
Cuz you keep feeding me these lies
Same old **** like all these other guys
Ever heard you cant play a player
This game is too easy you ****** make me gayer
D Conors Jul 2010
Dear Boss,
I keep on hearing the police have caught me
but they wont fix me just yet.
I have laughed
when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track.

That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits.

I am down on ******
and I shant quit
ripping them
till I do get buckled.

Grand work the last job was.
I gave the lady
no time to squeal.

How can they catch me now.

I love my work
and want to start again.

You will soon hear of me with
my funny little games.

I saved some of the proper red stuff
in a ginger beer bottle
over the last job
to write with
but it went thick
like glue
and
I cant use it.

Red ink is fit enough I hope
ha. ha.

The next job
I do
I shall clip
the ladys ears
off
and send to the police officers
just for jolly wouldn't you.

Keep this letter back
till I do a bit more work,
then give it out straight.

My knife's so nice and sharp
I want to get to work right away
if I get a chance.

Good Luck.

Yours truly

Jack the Ripper

Dont mind me giving the trade name

PS Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I'm a doctor now. ha ha
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The letters of Jack The Ripper set to poetic formation. Part the 1st
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With appreciation to Casebook: Jack The Ripper, the largest public repository of Ripper-related information.
http://www.casebook.org/index.html
D. Conors
11 July 2010
D Conors Sep 2010
(STRANGE, BUT TRUE)

Dear Boss,
I keep on hearing the police have caught me
but they wont fix me just yet.
I have laughed
when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track.

That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits.

I am down on ******
and I shant quit
ripping them
till I do get buckled.

Grand work the last job was.
I gave the lady
no time to squeal.

How can they catch me now.

I love my work
and want to start again.

You will soon hear of me with
my funny little games.

I saved some of the proper red stuff
in a ginger beer bottle
over the last job
to write with
but it went thick
like glue
and
I cant use it.

Red ink is fit enough I hope
ha. ha.

The next job
I do
I shall clip
the ladys ears
off
and send to the police officers
just for jolly wouldn't you.

Keep this letter back
till I do a bit more work,
then give it out straight.

My knife's so nice and sharp
I want to get to work right away
if I get a chance.

Good Luck.

Yours truly

Jack the Ripper

Dont mind me giving the trade name

PS Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I'm a doctor now. ha ha


The letters of Jack The Ripper set to poetic formation. Part the 1st


With appreciation to Casebook: Jack The Ripper, the largest public repository of Ripper-related information.
http://www.casebook.org/index.html
D. Conors
Danielle Rose Nov 2012
In the face of friends and foes
The difference who the hell knows?
I continue with caution
and keen sense
To make sure I strike
with exact precision

I dont play games
or gets kicks from mindless
Tricks
but I do have some dealings
to be dealt
and surely felt

Heads up little "ladys"
the truths trending now
beware to the man who
thinks me invisible
I have a few flips for you

Snake eyes
ace high
Once upon a time there lived a child
This child had a name, william as his mother has it written
Well this child, much like the winds of the arabian desert, was alone, in a vast land, drifting his way through life, without purpose, and at every corner, there was always someone there, who didnt care about him, who taunted and teased him as though he was a goldfish stuck in a tank, well this child, william, began to lose hope in the end, he turned to bad people who influenced him to do bad things and learn bad skills, william, naive as he was, thought that those people loved him, he was wrong, in only the short span of a year william grew from a lonely boy, to a bad man, at least thats how he saw himself, until one day...this boy drifted around the corner once more with a look of greed in his eyes and saw a beautiful angel, he teased the angel as he saw fit to do by denying her chance to kiss him, pulling away at the last second and making out her romantics to be nothing more than a teenage lust brought on by simple hormones and such of that nature, but...little did he know...this girl had suffered a similar fate at youth as one he had been accustomed to, and she looked at him with unwandering eyes and a sympathy that the boy had never seen before in his life, she showed him kindness that he had never experianced from anybody in his whole life, she, this beautiful angel, with the same hardships and characteristics as he, proposed ice cream, roller skating,  simple,fun things, that made him feel like a child...she looked at him and what she saw was not a bad person in disguise trying to rip apart the world one broken heart at a time, she saw a young child blossoming into a young man right before her very eyes, and she kissed him, and he kissed her...fireworks, a match made in heaven, the boy had never felt love as great as the love he expressed in her company...and he lost the bad guy that was a parasite on his life...and that caused trouble...when he tryed to break up with a girlfriend...a couple actually...there was no truly bad man left in him to break the hearts of 2 young ladys that were a blotch on his perfect white shirt of a life...and even through this difficult task...even through the lies that this young individual weaved, the betrayal, the immence regret...she, the beautiful angel, although heartbroken, stuck by his side, helped him to end it with 2 ladies he didnt have the heart to be rid of, and she held him in her arms, and they cried together, and they loved together...and all of that passed nearly from their memory...but he could never forget, and he will be making it up to her with his eternal love forever, but not because he feels obligated, but because he loves her and he always will, and now that she is going through something in her life, that he cannot help with, he can do nothing but feel helpless...and continue loving her, no matter what

Because she is the only one who has ever loved him for who he really is...for the man he was born as, and so that cuncludes this story, i cant say they lived happily ever after, because honestly, i dont know that they did or that they will, all i know is...he is going to try...i am...going to get her back...because she is the only girl who has ever or will ever understand me and truely love me
Once upon a time, i met an angel
bb Apr 2016
The man of the hour
He makes you feel happy in that
Hour he makes you feel special he makes  you feel loved thats the man of the hour in that hour y he makes love to you you love him in that hour the man of the hour thats
What the ladys called him
Greys R Jessurum Jan 2014
The little ladys name was ramy she did not eat for 89 days. She would always pick fruit, and think of girls carrying cabbage. She would stand tall and always feel the air of the nearby mountains. She would race with the girls every morning for five days. She would stare into the sunflower, she would touch the wheats, she would zone out into her child hood thoughts. The little lady ramy, was her name. She had a brain malfunction, she would take corn and sway them all the time. She fell into a hypnosis and didnt come out alive. She quivered into a black machine. The lady was now in a dangerous scene. The little children would say hi misses. They would hold their knees. They would run away into the air surprisingly. The little lady would picker. She was a good lady but she forgot to hang up her white sheets. Every evening she would feel the laughs of the five girls. They would sleep orange, they would twirl in delight. The little lady was mesmorized.
NGANGO HONORÉ Mar 2020
I know of girls

Who are beautiful by themselves, who don't need a boy to tell them or a friend.
They are open, focussed and know how to distinguish.
They  are also  kind and hard working,  full of value, and  don't look down at others.
These Ladys  don't like to depend , are honourable and with that are humble.

I also know of girls

Who are drunk of themselves,
Too proud  to be kind
Who don't support others
Full or empty headed,  they all lack empathy
They divide our society into cast ,
And are real épidémies
They are pit for men
None can advise you to be friend with

It's same for Men ,
One can speak of a Curse to mankind Relating to them.

A  popular Prayer could be "God free us from this ramping diseases who took flesh to live among us "

But that's not what the Bible teaches Us Christians when she speaks of love , She says        
" Do what you want that should be done to you, that summarises the law and the Prophets "
"Love even when there is hatred " otherwise ;  In what are you different from the Others

Regarding These I beg God to forgive me for the Wicked words I used to describe Some of us .
Instead, I should pray For Them , even if  I am a victim

I SHOULD LET LOVE LEAD
sa c'est la version anglaise dun dernier poème qui j'ai publié.
Le manuscrit est en anglais le voici  J'ai traduit sa en français mais la traduction à été raté . Vraiment désolé pour ce desagrement. Pardonner moi
Mar Brock Apr 2014
Its 44 Miles out of Memphis
I have to go to be her man
My ladys been holding that door open about as long as she can
Here I am just thumbing" O God please help me "
Get me a ride to take back my pride
I need my lady next to me
She called me early this morning told me what was on her mind
She told me she missed me and from now on she could be kind
The demon came in a white powdered form it made a devil out of her
But she was tired and wanted to be thin she stopped eating Im sure
We had this talk before and I fell into her trap
To steal my glass from me and then maybe she thought "I will have enough to be rich and all kinds of demon powder that would never never end"
But she ingested the whole Demon when she ran out she found she didnt even have a friend
How many times have I taken her back to get burned and burned again
Id say lets go to our chuch this Sunday
But shed be on a run
Ill tell you how many chances she has with me and the number isnt one
But like a fool
I thought I could marry her and my love could keep the monkey off her back
But I saw her arm and I almost cried her arm had track after track
Now Im just 42 miles from Memphis ,how should I speak
That powder is her only power
If she has it Ill leave that hour
Im not unpacking my pack
To have my soul devoured
Will she even get through the hour
Well Im at her ghetto door
IM hungry and sore
The fool Im already sure
As she opens the door I turn away
I dont need this or need her
I just wanted her to get back her soul
To once again be pure
She sold my car Ive walked all the way
What does she really want from me ?
She has taken everything material I had
To make a big fool out of me
As I was walking away from knocking on the door
I heard a voice in back of me
"Im so sorry baby come to Fellowship with me"
"Ive been sober 6 weeks with you I can do more"
  By now she just made me sick but she passed me her beads
She said you can help me make it all our needs
  I guess that I was a fool would she get back with her demon
Did she really want to be with me
  So I said Ill give it one more try but I wont unpack
With her head down she whispered please
Im 44 miles from Memphis
please baby
be my last
quit
running
crazy ladys
she grabbed
at
me
she ripped
the buttons off
of
my
favorite shirt
she was the first
of
how many loves


how many words my dear
may we call you my dear
we already called you over
we were hoping your hand
on
the
park bench

we will never forget these stotys
you have calmed me in an hour
of
need


there was never an case
of
want
between
me and you
it has always
been need
i need
you
i
love you

car alarms keep going off in my head
why are you stealing from me
we woke up and seen
you running
with
an
boy
with an
flannel shirt
fell back to sleep
dreamed we
hung ourselves with that flannel shirt



we woke up screaming
how many loves
?















...
..
.
don't let your webs grow cobs
that's what catches you
mikecccc Mar 2016
quite handsome
with a bouquet
for all the ladys
and some of the men
most are overjoyed
to hear you're
heading to town
chasing away lady winter
especially if they have
no allergy's or memory
of those pyro tendencies
you possess.
QueenShakur3 Jul 2018
Thoughts ..
Confusion in my head on where I am and where I want to be.
Sleepless nights because my thoughts are never at peace..
I ask myself when, how and why did this happen
My ship is sinking and I chose me to be the captian
I hate when I get like this, it makes it hard to see straight
I feel locked in ah cage with myself that I can't escape
I need someone to come in and save me with a with a long beautiful cape
But I am the only superhero in this story and it's not up for debate
See I can save myself but RightNow I don't know how
I see smiles and laughter but how I feel right now is so foul
Things don't make sense they never have
I've always had ah plan to paint out this life path
But right now I feel stuck and ah rut and all I can do is pout
Right now  have  a lot of doubt I can't explain **** with my mouth
So I use poetry to explain how I feel  the nice way like sweet old ladys from down south .
I pray I feel better and find a way out
Because I am the capitan and ah superhero I have a lot to let out
See I can save me I  don't need anyone else
But im fighting myself I'm running out wealth and losing good health
I can't eat can barely sleep this pain cuts so sharp like a knife dugged so deep
In my spine I argue with my mind
I tell myself over and over that I'll be fine
But deep down I know I'm lyin
I stand tall scared to cry
Thoughts never stop runnin til you die
I believe in the 3rd eye but right now I think it's closed
I'm off balance I suppose
I preach positivy but I feel surrounded by negativity
I planted these roots to grow strong like an oak tree
But lately I've been so disappointed in me
See I can save myself but right now I don't know how
So excuse me for my attitude and my demeanor I know you can spot this pain out of ah crowd
That's really not me
One day y'all will see
Why These are my reasons on why I can't Sleep.
My dream is to publish ah artistic poetry book with your feed back I will learn if I'm on the rightTrack anything helps
NGANGO HONORÉ Jan 2020
I know of girls

Who are beautiful by themselves, who don't need a boy to tell them or a friend.
They are open, focussed and know how to distinguish.
They  are also  kind and hard working,  full of value, and  don't look down at others.
These Ladys  don't like to depend , are honourable and with that are humble.

I also know of girls

Who are drunk of themselves,
Too proud  to be kind
Who don't support others
Full or empty headed,  they all lack empathy
They divide our society into cast ,
And are real épidémies
They are pit for men
None can advise you to be friend with

It's same for Men ,
One can speak of a Curse to mankind Relating to them.

A  popular Prayer could be "God free us from this ramping diseases who took flesh to live among us "

But that's not what the Bible teaches Us Christians when she speaks of love , She says        
" Do what you want that should be done to you, that summarises the law and the Prophets "
"Love even when there is hatred " otherwise ;  In what are you different from the Others

Regarding These I beg God to forgive me for the Wicked words I used to describe Some of us .
Instead, I should pray For Them , even if  I am a victim

I SHOULD LET LOVE LEAD
Matthew 7 : 12
Matthew 5 : 44 -46
Be Blessed while Reading.
itsall iwrite Sep 2018
cruising in nice bimber code 22.09.18

see no fault
LG get the car running
first stop odd bins for the malt
eye open for ladys that are stunning.
going to learn from masters
every detail will observe
rods getting good casters
from confidence both deserve.
great is the gab
eyes open for the bimber
forget the uber cab
this is going to replace tinder.
2 great blokes
cheeky under no peeler
viewers done what only provokes
you have made a mistake not smoking sensimilla.

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